Alex said nothing as she allowed her mind to stop reeling and for her emotions and thoughts to be controlled once more. It took a good moment of pure silence and staring at the ground in front of her for her to collect her thoughts, to finally come to terms with everything she was feeling.

Shock, Awe, Amazement, Worthlessness, Admiration, Disbelief, Fear, Anxiety...

Recognition.

Anger.

Once again, Alex was angry. At least that emotion was one she know how to control, keeping her expression shielded as she tore her gaze from the ground and back up at the pantheon before her.

"Welcome, Alexandria, daughter of Lord Hades."

There it was again, that stupid claim. Forget the power Hera held in her voice, Alex was much too busy trying to wonder what kind of drink Dionysus must have offered these Olympians to make them all mad. "I beg your pardon, but I am not the daughter of Hades, or any other Greek deity for that matter."

Her voice came out steady, night and day to the well of emotions she fought to keep at bay. Zeus chuckled as Hera looked down at her with a motherly smile. "Oh, but you are my dear. Let me show you how."

A small breeze flew into the throne room from the still open doors, then a whisp of air like smoke, one that rested on Alex's hands as she brought it into her line of sight. The pocket of air thickened to white, then resembled a mirror as Alex could see into it. "What is this?"

"A gift, from Mnemosyne."

Memory.

Alex looked back down at the cloud to see flashes of her life before her.

21. The trip to Greece

18. Moving into her apartment

17. High-School Graduation

14. Meeting her now best friend Cynthia

11. The death of her grandmother

6. Moving to the States

3. The car crash that almost took her life. This memory lasted longer than the others, and Alex watched as the driver of the car she was in lost all control as she hit a spot of black ice in the road, the car skidding left and right and approaching dangerously close to a ditch. Her mother, sitting in the back with her, quickly moved to sheild Alex's infant body, but it was too late. The car flipped once, reaching the ditch and nearly tipping over the fall headfirst, and with the force of the movement, Alex's mother hit her head against the window. The window shattered, her mother loosing conciousness at once, and the seatbelt doing little to protect her as her carseat was jerked to the side so hard the seatbelt came undone, and she flew out the other now open window of the car.

She watched her small self fly through the air, still strapped to the carseat. Alex hit a nearby pole before landing on the ground.

The baby was bloodied, apparently dead and the moving truck her father was in a few miles ahead skidded to a stop and her father jumped out of it, rushing through the many feet of snow to where his family was.

For a brief moment, Alex held her breath as she looked on, though she knew full well she would make it out alive. But how?

Just then, a dark mist formed in the air, shifting to the form of a human before a familiar figure appeared from it.

Alex nearly gasped, quickly glancing from the cloud, to Artemis, to the cloud again and back.

The Huntress smiled.

Alex looked back down and stared as the Huntress, dressed casually in a black coat and jeans, walked over to the infant, bending down to unclasp her from the carseat and taking the child into her arms. From behind her, another mist, a white one, and her twin brother materialized and went to work on retrieving the car and those in it.

Artemis held her tightly, rocking her bloodied form back and forth as she whispered words Alex couldn't hear or formulate. Then she lifted up a finger, cut it against an unseathed dagger in her coat pocket, and brought the finger to the baby's mouth as her golden drops of blood leaked out.

Blood of the Archer, Blood of the Moon.

The baby, Alex's three year old self, began to wail loudly, and Artemis leaned down to kiss her forhead before setting her back down into the car seat, both her and her brother dissapearing before her father reached the scene.