Days had passed and Artemis kept to herself, never interfering too much in the Trojan war. Her brother, Apollo, already involved in the bloodshed against the Achaeans and Spartans. This allowed her to remain at home, at peace. She occasionally stepped out into the wilds to hunt and give her maidens some adventures so they would not be bored and get aroused by the many mortal men singing for their love.

That particular gloomy evening, Artemis found herself sitting alone along the shores, allowing the water to lap at her feet in a slow and tired rhythm. It was on one of these lazy days that she reminisced about her...