“Why do you defend her?” asked Artemis. The goddess was one of a few who sat on her throne, her hands curled around the arms of her chair as if at any moment, she might launch herself from it and attack. “What has she done for you?” Apollo glared at his sister as he answered, “She is my friend.” Artemis scoffed. “You are a god. Mortals are dying to be in your presence. They will be your friends.” “It is not the same,” he said. “But you would not know that because you have no friends.” Artemis glared at Apollo and then looked at Zeus. “I will hunt her, Father.” “You will do no such thing.” It
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