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Discard what you think you know! Sing in me o Clio, muse of history! Let me speak with the truth my brother Hermes lacks.
There I, Artemis the huntress, stood with my bow in hand and arrow in place my brother at my side and my prey swimming before me.
"Release the arrow," my brother hath said, "if you are truly the goddess of archery just as I am the god of this domain then your aim shall strike true."
I did as he said that I must, my arrow struck true, I had won the competition, but I had lost so much more than what I had known at the time.
I turned to Apollo, and he smiled a smile greater than the sun he drags across the sky.
He said to me; "I may have lost but you never won, sister."
It isn’t that I don’t trust Apollo... it’s just that he cannot be trusted.
I looked back at what I had hit, and I realized his deception. It was not a bear that we had been hunting but Orion my companion.
I rushed to the sea to save him, but it was too late; he-he was dead.
"Bring him back," I begged my father in Olympus, "save him because he was close to me."
My father listened not and so I took his body and placed it in the sky.
If my father will not revive him for me, then his likeness shall forever steal the glory and praise of his domain.
And if Apollo could not care for him as I still do, then let him exist forever beside my moon so that we may be together forever more.
Yes, it is true that my arrow pierced his heart and forced Clotho to cut his life but the twin I have who I hate the most twisted my mind and deceived my hand.
I stand before you, council of gods, asking for what my brother wanted of me; let me be a virgin eternal if I cannot say that Orion holds my heart.