Once upon a long time ago in ancient Greece, there was a young goddess named Artemis daughter of Zeus who was unmarried and very eligible beside her defying and man-hating personality.

“Artemis I think that it is time for you to get married and settle down.” Said Zeus in a soft tone that you didn’t hear a lot coming out of his mouth.

“Never. I have devoted my life to hunting.” She yelled her eyes burning in rage at the thought of getting married.

“I’m sure we could find somebody to wed you that you might like.” Zeus said smoothly, his face matched his tone as if her truly believed it.

“NO. I refuse.” She pivoted on her heels and stormed of into her silver chariot.

Well I thought it might be worth a shot Zeus thought to himself. Oh well on to plan B.

“Aphrodite,” Boomed Zeus from the raised throne on Mount Olympians. “You will put a love charm on this flower and give it to my daughter Artemis who came be found on the training grounds. Make her fall in love with a very fine god of your choosing.” He commanded as he tossed down a silver tulip that sent a rigging tone echoing through the stone walls.

“Well I don’t know Zeus, maybe you should let Artemis choose her own husband.” Aphrodite said in a very small voice. Aphrodite had a lot of respect for Artemis because Aphrodite herself could never stand as strong as Artemis could when it comes to men. But Zeus picked up every word.

“I am her father I know what is right for her.” Boomed Zeus even louder than before His hair cracked and jumped when he was mad, that was the affect of holding to many lightning bolts.

Aphrodite slowly picked the heavy flower up and smelled it, “Okay Zeus. I will pa…Achoo. Sorry Zeus I think I’m allergic to the flower.”

“Then do the job quick and get it done with. Or do you want me to send your son, Eros down there.” He said with inpatients to see his favorite daughter finally married.

“No. No I can do it. No as I was saying before I was interrupted by that sneeze,” She replied calmly (Though she slightly enraged that Zeus thought her son could do a better job) as she daintily wipes her nose in a small pink with purple trimming handkerchief that she pulled out of her sleeve. “I will pair her up with Dink the very handsome yet, stupid and slightly vain god.”