At the dinner table, Helia was quiet, which concerned everyone. She was still going over what the Fates had told her, especially the part about how she and only one other person had truly loved Hera. She wanted to know who this other person was and wondered if they were still a part of Hera’s life. “Helia, are you okay? You have hardly touched your meal,” queried Artemis. She had recently gotten to know the godling when she thought about helping her with archery. She even wanted her to go on hunts with her and her hunters when she was older. Artemis grew to care for the little being after spending time with her during their sessions, which was odd, especially for her. At first, she was only doing it to see if the child had any ill will towards the Olympians and was there to help plot a

