My first attempt at a story. I don't know where this is going, but I am thinking about it. This is just a prologue, but I hope you enjoy it.
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The moon was full that night, silver-white and the light giver to that dark winter night. The plain that it gazed down upon, however, was red with the fresh blood of the dead, new joiners of Hades' dark kingdoms. The crimson, angry and bitter and sorrowful all at the same time, blended together and mixed with the white snow, staining the pureness of it.
The moonlight also fell on two women – or more accurately, one woman and one girl, the girl glowing a dim, exhausted kind of silver, just like the moon, and the woman, raven hair so long it almost touched her ankles, was bent over her knees, worn to the bones, on the verge of collapsing and gasping for breath.
"Congratulations, Huntress," the woman laughed, her voice shrill and bitter, with not a hint of mirth. "You won. I shall retreat now." Then she straightened and smirked at the bodies surrounding them. "Well, but at least I made sure a number of those impossible Hunters were put to their place in Hades," she laughed, this time her voice, even with the exhaustion, was delightful.
The one regarded as the Huntress narrowed her eyes and leveled her bow. "It's a shame I can't kill you, witch," she said coldly. "But I will never let this go. Your son has violated my Huntresses, and now you have stained your hands in their blood. No matter what you do, on the lives of all my sisters that you have killed, we shall never stand under the same sky!" Then she pulled back the bowstring and let go.
The woman vanished as the arrow sailed toward her, but her voice, dark, lithe and impossibly cruel, was still heard. "Very well, Huntress. Your grief is understandable, but remember this, and remember this well, Artemis. Ten centuries from now, you shall pay for this. For the blood that you have painted your hands that came from my son, I shall make you pay. Dearly. Very, very dearly. Good night."
And then everything faded, except for the mad laughter of the woman who had just disappeared.