Pertemis A Wolf's Tale

Chapter I: Tale On The Island's Night

Artemis's POV

"Well that's it! I'm out of here!" I screamed, walking out furiously from the place of my stupid yet annoying brother.

"Come on Arty!" Apollo groaned. "It was just a prank, I got the camera right there!"

He was pointing to the bush across the stress from his palace.

He always said that whenever he had done something. Life in Olympus is pretty normal if without his presence. He would screw everything up whenever he has a chance, and I was the first target he would aim.

I hated him most in here. The fact from him being a jerk with every girl he met. With that grin and face of him, wandering around to cause trouble this and that. The only problem was, I couldn't do anything much beside shooting few arrows to the drums on the lower regions of his body. But I would get into trouble with Zeus, my father afterwards for bullying him.

"Just shut jour mouth Fried Brain before I go out of control!" I yelled.

Now the only person I could talk to was mum. She lives pretty far from us, across the sea, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. It was her home but also prison. You see, our family is quite composted. My mother was a Titan, though she did not participate in the war. Zeus still put her there, he came to her on one night and the next he already fled back to Olympus, scaring of letting Hera notice. I hated him for that, and now my brother had started to turn like him.

Usually I would tell her before I pay the visit. But since I was so frustrated with Apollo, I didn't really think about that.

I teleported to the shore of Hawaii, walking quietly to the dork. The sun was starting to touch the horizon at the sea. It's light just painted on the blue sky to a colour of gold.

I still remember this place, few more paces and I would reach the boatman. He was a tall and slender man with a tattered shirt and pants. He always wore a big hat and despite that, it couldn't protect him from sunburn.

He was the only man who knew the way to my mother island, well except Zeus who was the one that put her there. He wouldn't tell anyone about it, even if it was with Hera.

"It's been a long time my lady" the boatman said, without even looking up at him. He had a croaky old voice perhaps from smoking too much. I never knew his age, and I wouldn't want to ask that. But there was one thing that I certain, he wasn't a  mortal. 

"Yeah" I replied. "Just want to pay a visit to her. It's been such a long time since the last time we talked."

"Well I don't want to disobey that" he said. "But I suggest you should make that visit tomorrow. Lady Leto would be glad to see you, but tonight may not be a pleasant and perfect night."

I just stared at him blankly. It there was anyone who would tell me to stop doing something, it was only my mother. But somehow, I could feel something in his voice. A sensation of fear but also serious. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but if it was something wrong on that island. I should be the one to investigate it. After all, I wouldn't want my mother to live in a dangerous place.

"Don't worry old man" I told him. "I'll be fine. An immortal can of die, and if there was anything happens on the island, I could've sensed it. Just sail me, I'm not really in a good mood at the moment."

"Well since you have insisted and be so confident"  the boatman chucked the cigarette on the sand and climbed on his wooden boat. "Jump on, it will take a while to get there."

It was along sail, perhaps maybe a hour or so. As the island started to appear under the fog in the distance, the sun had already disappeared.

The boat creaking, slowly approaching the shore. The moment I set my foot on the island, I immediately sensed something wrong.