Artemis then set out for the Island of Eos.

Eos. The goddess of the Dawn; the woman who stole Orion from her, and perhaps she also has the answer to her questions...

She didn't really expect faithfullness, especially from a hunter like Orion. A hansome man, whose face have broken hearts, too many to count. But Artemist thought being a deity would make her an exception to the rule. Big mistake.

Instead Orion was smitten by the fair Eos. He preferred the goddess' golden locks from Artemis' dark ones. He just wanted a woman who was so gentle and so giving, so tame and fragile, unlike Artemis' independent nature. In a relationship, he wanted to be seemingly the strong one. But of course, romance between a deity and a mortal guarantees the dominance of the latter.

But oh! Does she love him. Even after the discovery of his infidelities, her heart beats for him still. Even his death didn't stop her from that.

Orion's death was another matter entirely. It was utterly cloaked in mystery that there are many versions on how he died. Some say he was attacked by a scorpion. Others say he provoked the wrath of a god. But all efforts of Artemis to find his body failed. Even her brother, couldn't give her answers.

As she approached the island, Eos figure could be seen staring out into the sea, lost in thought. The goddess only came out from her stupor when Artemis finally drew near.

"I knew you would come, sooner or later. I knew you would be searching for answers."

"Eos, I need your help. I have information, that you have what I seek." Eos again looked into the sea.

"The sea is so mysterious. Its dark depths prevent us from knowing more than we ought to know. It has a spirit of its own."

"Eos, please. I need to know..."

"You are searching for the truth, are you not? Look into the sea goddess of the hunt, and you will know."

Staring at the sea, its colors changed from the dark blue it usually wore to the color of the sky nearing night, a mix of blue, purple and orange. The reflection then changed to a scene that has been snatched from the past...

One can vaguely see Orion as he swam rapidly towards the Island of Eos. His body screamed of fear, as if fleeing from something or someone... Then...

Swoosh! A silver arrow whizzed by and hit him in the head...

"NOooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! Who would do such a horrible thing?"

Looking at her strangely, the goddess of the Dawn answered.

"But dear Artemis, YOU are the one who killed Orion."

The view then shifted to the shore where sure enough, the figure of Artemis can be seen taking aim.

"I didn't know! Zeus and Apollo told me it was..."

"What did they tell you goddess?"

"They told me it was a bobbing target, something that I have to hit with my arrows to prove my worth."

"Now you know..."

"It can't be."

"Apollo sent a hideous monster to kill him, but it failed to do so. Sensing the immense danger my dear Orion fleed and sought out my help. I heard his cries, but I was too late... I saw your arrows pierce his body and he sank in the depths of the sea..."

At Apollo's departure, Artemis allowed herself to fully relax and medidate on what has happened. Clearly, Mnemosyne is not to be trusted and she could guarantee on the goddess of the hunt never to forget all the wrongs she committed.

Her calmness then turned to anger. How dare she try to deceive her? She will pay, Artemis vows to herself.

At exactly that moment, the goddess of memory made her entrance.

"Well Artemis, has your brother confessed his sins?" Turning her head to the goddess, she just laughs.

"Mnemosyne, how nice of you to pay me a visit again."

"Hopefully, you now know the truth."

"On the contrary, goddess, I have always known the truth. You are a manipulative fool and never again will your lies influence me. My faithful nymphs, seize her!"

"Endomia," she addressed one of the wood nymphs, "You will escort the goddess of memory out, so she will feel the full extent of my anger. As of now, I do not want any violence associated with my forests."

"What is the meaning of this?" Outraged, she tried to struck Artemis, but the goddess was ready with her painless silver arrows.

"One wrong move Mnemosyne, not only will you feel the pain of my arrows, but your daughters, being demi-gods, will die from it!"

"You will not dare!"

"Of course not. I am the protector of maidens, but that is entirely up to you. Endomia, get her away from my sight, before I become tempted to kill!"

Struggling against the powerful wood nymph, Mnemosyne made one last plea.

"If you do not believe that he oppresses my daughters, then believe this! Apollo is the one who killed Orion..." This surprised Artemis greatly that for a few moments she just stared as if in a trance.

"Enough lies, Mnemosyne! Do not make me angry."

"Ask Eos then! She knows what really happened the night Orion was murdered!"

"My nymphs, escort her out immediately!" With that only Artemis and Mythia was left in the forest.

"My brother will never kill the man I had loved for so long..."

Never again will my heart dictate my actions. Wise decisions require precise calculations devoid of any emotion. Any sort of distraction should just be tossed in the burner.

That's how love should be tackled. Guardingly cherished before he breaks your heart and tossing it away like an old sock, when he does. I am not heartless, if that's what you're saying. But trust should be given at only an extent. Happiness should not not be shown fully. Follow these and you are the wiser one.

The world is full of people who walk over you. You could never eliminate the possibility that the one you love will do the walking.

Dear friends, I am not heartless. I just don't think its wise to prioritize my emotions. Hopefully, you wouldn't take that against me.

"Mythia, do you think brother could do such a thing?"

Artemis' mind was in a state of confusion. She was so deep in thought that she didn't sense a presence approaching her.

"A penny for your thoughts, dear sister?"

Startled, Artemis saw her brother, Apollo, smiling down at her.

"I apologize for startling you, my favorite sister."

"Dear Apollo, I AM your only sister."

"With our mother Io, that is. But I am not here to merely chat aimlessly. Hermes informed me that you wish to speak to me of something that is of most utter importance."

She sighed inwardly. How can she tell him?

"A few days ago, Mnemosyne paid me a visit..."

"Oh no..." Apollo groaned. "What did she do this time? I swear I'll let father banish her to the underworld, but sadly, Zeus rarely sees it my way. Her daughters are just as bad."

"Her purpose of visiting concerns her nine daughters. She seems to think that you are mistreating them." Upon seeing the rage in her brother's face, she felt a twinge of fear. But only a twinge. Goddesses are not supposed to be scared.

"Artemis, you believe that hag more than your own brother?"

"It's not like that. Of course I believe in you. But she argued her side quite well and I just want to hear you deny it, so my thoughts will be disturbed no more."

Apollo's face finally relaxed into a weary smile. "Of course dear sister, I do not oppress any woman. That is not only ungodly but clearly violating my principles. You know I RESPECT the women of this world, whether immortal or not."

Upon saying this, Apollo's hand stroked the branch of a nearby Laurel tree.

"Dear brother, do you still remember Daphne?"

"How can I forget the first woman who made my heart stop beating? She made me want to be a better man. But her father, who was the god of the nearby river, saw me as a threat and turned poor Daphne into the laurel tree. From then on, I promised to myself I will always treat a woman as she is deserved to be treated."

"Those words enlighten my heart and will no longer be corrupted by Mnemosyne's words." Reaching out, she held her brother's hand.

"I am glad to hear that."

Hate is such a complex matter...

It takes energy to keep it inside...

It also takes energy to release it...

Hating thyself is one thing... for you can easily punish yourself and stop immediately when you can handle it...

But hating other people is really hard,

How can you help this silly writer of this blog,

who doesn't know the difference from love and hate?

How the heck can you just stand there and keep disappointing me? I am a smart girl! I know my limits, I know my strengths, I know my fears, I know when to stop.

THat's why I hate you, you make me forget to hate you...

I should know better. But I tell you this...

YOU WILL NEVER BREAK MY HEART!

I won't let you...

I'll break yours first before that happens...

At Mnemosyne's departure, Artemis feels strangely guilty at refusing to help the goddess of memory. After all, Apollo's twin sister is looked up to by the women of Greece and she feels it is her duty to protect their rights.

But would her brother really exploit these women, who are demi-gods at the same time? Could her brother commit such a crime?

To put her mind at ease, she then departed for Mount Olypus...

Drunken laughter greeted Artemis as she entered the gods' home. Seeing Eros and Haphaestus gulp down huge amounts of ambrosia, she looks away with disgust. She tried her best to silently depart to another room, but it was too late for Eros, upon seeing her shouted.

"Artemis! Care to join our celebration?"

"Forgive me, but I cannot see any cause to celebrate." More laughter erupted from the God of love...

"Did you know that our dear Haephaestus finally proposed his love to my mother!"

"And did Aphrodite accept his love?" This then caused both gods to be silent.

"I thought so. Eros, stop playing games with your mother's love life."

She hurriedly ascended the stairs and was met by Hermes, the god's messenger.

"Hermes, have you seen my brother?"

"No, my lady. He seems to be out and said that he has some business to take care of. Does my lady wish to give him a message?"

"Yes. Tell him I need to see him at the earliest possible time."

DICTIONARY:

RICH

1. A girl with no arm, but has a mother to sing her to sleep...

2. A man who lost his job, yet loaned his friend some money to make ends meet...

3. A student who didn't cheat, yet kept his dignity...

4. A teenager who said no to her boyfriend's intention, and is free from worries...

5. A suitor who wooed 10 women, and still waits for his soul mate...

POOR

1. A man with ambition, but without action...

2. A millionaire who will eventually die alone...

3. A pessimist who has no hope for our country's economy...

4. A woman, too afraid to open her heart...

5. A Catholic, who fools himself a devout member...

SOURCES: MY HEART Chapter 1 page 3-4

Her beautiful face is reflected by the mirror. Artemis may be the goddess of the hunt, but she has her share of beauty. Her stature reveals confidence, while her actions show fearlessness. But just as any creature, deity or not, cannot be exempt from the basic law that governs all the living: everyone has a weakness.

On that particular day, she strolls the woods with her faithful fawn, Mythia. At that time, she feels at peace, calm enough to close her eyes and bring down her defenses.

This went on for a while until Mythia grew restless and suddenly veered off which alerts her to an intruder.
"Creature of the wood or of the dark, show yourself, for my temper needs not to be tested."
Behind the laurel tree, came out a woman whose dark hair contrasts her fair face.

"Mnemosyne..."

The goddess was surprised. Mnemosyne, does not usually grace anyone with her presence, most especially to her, whose twin brother stands as her mortal enemy. The cause of the dispute between the two deities was still shrouded by mystery, that even Artemis, who was the confidant of the Sun God, didn't know.

"What brings you here, goddess of memory?" To her amazement, tear-stained eyes looked back at her.

"The only joy I have in my life are my nine daughters with your father, Zeus. Without them, I am nothing. My purpose of coming here is to ask for your assistance in changing the unjust conditions they are subjected to."

"What more do you want, Mnemosyne? Your daughters are the Muses of the Arts! They are worshipped, not just by any man, but by men who desire to be gifted with talents that has been bestowed upon them! They are revered and sacrifices are allotted to them. In my opinion, your daughters are too much pampered and in need of more discipline!"

"They bring life to men's greatest works, yet they are oppressed none other by your twin brother! He forbids them to take delight in the offerings of men. Rather, he keeps their offerings for himself! He then reasons out that it is for their own good, lest the sacrifices distract them from their holy duties. That is not the life, any mother would want for their daughters, nor is this the life YOU would want for any woman to endure."

"I'm sorry for your anguish, dear goddess, but I am afraid I cannot help you."

"Why not? You are his twin sister! He will listen to you!"

"No. It is I who always listens to him....