A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing - Chapter 3
Artemis spotted Hermes a ways off from the meadow where she stood, sharpening her spear. His winged shoes propelled him effortlessly through the air. She smiled. “Did the plan work?” asked Artemis. “Yes,” said Hermes, hovering above her. “He swore on the River Styx, too.” “Good,” she said, taking her spear for a twirl. Hermes pulled out his dagger and countered it in as he landed on the ground. Their sparring collided in a myriad of sparks. Artemis side-stepped his slice. Her spear whirled behind her back and caught Hermes off-guard. The tip was pointing in his face. “Surprise surprise, Artemis, goddess of the moon, beats me,” he said. Artemis laughed, sheathing her spear behind her back. “You sure you want to go about it like this?” asked Hermes. “I can think of a number of ways this could go very badly. Even if you convince her, I don’t know how an endless winter will appease anyone.” “I’m sure,” she said. “And I have a plan.” “I’m tired,” he said. “And not up for a...