"I hate you to death!" cried Artemis. Her silver tears were running down her chin and her neck. Her hands, which looked delicate but held up her arrow and bow, were shaking slightly. Her blonde hair was hanging like crazy in the wind, her face was so beautiful that I forgot all the Goddesses I had ever seen. She was stately, with a solemn expression on her face, despite the tears running down her eyes. Artemis, the Goddess of the wilderness, hunting, and archery, was crying and pointed the silver arrow between her hands at her twin brother Apollo. She still hadn't noticed us yet.