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....