"Artemis."

There was a lot in that one word. Because Artemis was an entity unto herself. Half-warrior, half-goddess.

Full lunatic.

But with such good intentions.

"Yes. My little sister. The one who started spouting off prophecies." In the old-fashioned accent she insisted on keeping. Diana rolled her eyes a little at that thought. "She runs...I guess you could call it an organization. One that I thought might be of interest to you..."