Through the white mullioned windows, the moon light weakly ignited the gloomy hall deep down In Marcellus's Keep. The Guards strolled in, pulling Artemis by a chain.
Marcellus took a sip from his tea, before dismissing the knights who were drained complete of their energy. The Demigod's eyes fell on the slave that refused to bow.
"I believe you've settled enough."
Artemis didn't respond, and he found that amusing. "What is your mission child?"
She took in a deep breath. There was no need hiding it "I've ventured from earth to Sol with one significant target. With the powers my God favored me with, I will take part in the summer game and I will emerge as the new Demigod."
A wry laugh burst from deep inside his chest. When last did he laugh? When last did he have tears at his ducts after hearing an expensive joke?
"For making me laugh, child. I will pardon your rudeness. You've made my night."
"I'm not joking. I will win."
