trees are filled with memories (of feelings never told)

Throughout history many tales would be spun about the gods and their dalliances, both on and off their pious mountain; few such stories existed about the most chaste of their number, Lady Artemis. While wars were waged on the folly of her siblings over beauty and love and power, with songs sung detailing their conquests (romantic or otherwise), Artemis maintained her station above her coven of unwed maidens accordingly. So, it was the only conclusion to follow that when her father, Lord Zeus, should discover how much time she was spending with one nymph in particular, that he would experience a reinvigorated desire to know about his daughter’s....social engagements. A god of too much time, with far too large an ego (and ample power with which to show it off), sits atop his throne among the mountains, and begins to plot.