Grim hit the ground headfirst, rolling over into the grass. Bones snapped like mere twigs, but Grim would get over it.

Beside him, Artemis lay on his back, sweat-stained face pale.

"You okay there, dude?" Grim whispered. Surely he didn't go through all of this for Artemis to die in some freak teleportation accident.

"Dude, I almost died back there, y'know?"

Grim couldn't relate. But he nodded.

"I always see those humans dying like flies, but...that was almost me," Artemis rasped, squeezing a handful of grass between his fingers.

Above them, there was a break in the storm clouds. A sliver of the night sky peeked at them, relief from the near-constant typhoon.

"Grim, I can't thank you enough for saving my life," Artemis whispered, weakly turning his head. He grabbed Grim's hand, and Grim could feel the mortal blood rushing through his veins. He was warm, but he knew that it could all be ended so quickly.

Grim sat up, staring at Artemis. His lip had started bleeding again, and he wished nothing more than to wipe the blood off his face. But he remembered the last time Artemis was wounded and he tried to help. Grim felt sick. The bruises on Artemis's face were all his fault.

Artemis sighed, noticing the fact that Grim had uncharacteristically lasted over thirty seconds without opening his mouth. "That whole opening the fissure thing was pretty cool. You've really honed your powers, huh?"

Grim suppressed a groan. Artemis couldn't know who he was. He couldn't bear to lose him.

"What was my father talking about?" Artemis asked, faithfully keeping up a one-sided conversation, "About your mother?"

Predictably, more strange silence from Grim.

"Is it Eris?"

Grim's eyes went wide, pulling out of Artemis's grip. He dipped his head, the shadow of his hood obscuring his fearful expression.

Artemis smiled at him, gently rubbing his back.

"I'm sorry," Grim finally murmured, "You're right. I'm the god of misfortune."

"You do look like her," Artemis commented.

Grim bit his lip. "Don't you realize what this means? I'm making your life a disaster!"

Artemis's arm rested around his shoulder. "I wouldn't say disaster, but you've certainly made my life more interesting," he said through a lopsided grin.

Grim's heart beat violently in his chest. "You don't hate me?"

"Hate you?" Artemis said, "You're my brother, Grim. I can get pissy whenever you do something dumb, but I could never hate you. God of misfortune or not, I still love you."