This is only my second fanfiction. Please enjoy.
"Atlanta Artemis Hunter," called Thalia from the camp.
Atlanta had been out in the woods hunting with her white wolf, Lycaona.
"Coming,"called Atlanta. She and Lycaona ran past the trees with the speed of a lion.
When Atlanta reached camp she found a very angry looking fifteen year old Thalia Grace, leader of the Hunters of Artemis.
The Hunters had been Atlanta's home since they found her in the woods at the age of only a week old, hidden in the trunk of a tree.
The story went that one day the Hunters were taking a rest from a long day of hunting. Suddenly, Thalia heard the sound of a baby crying, which was strange, because no one was allowed in that particular hunting grounds.
Thalia and the Hunters started searching for the child. The crying led them to a hollow trunk of a great oak tree. They dug around inside and pulled out a little girl with a patch of brown hair and hazel eyes. They brought the baby to their goddess, Artemis.
Artemis took the baby in her arms and was reminded of one of her favorites from the ancient times, the original Atlanta. And Artemis new she would be a great hunter, so she named the baby Atlanta Artemis Hunter.
She had all the other gods help raise the girl. Athena taught Atlanta to weave,stratisize, learn, and read. Apollo taught her how to drive a chariot, sing, write poetry, and archery. Ares taught Atlanta how to fight as well as him with all sorts of weapons: swords, knives, daggers, bows and arrows, spears, and scythe. Demeter taught her how to turn grain into bread. Hermes taught her how to lie and make people believe her. Aphrodite taught her how to put an outfit together, how to put on make-up, and how to charm boys(as if she'd ever use that). Dionysus taught her how to make wine. Hera blessed her with the gift of a happy marriage. Posiedon taught her to ride a horse. Hephaestus taught her how to make weaponary, but she failed at it. Zeus blessed her with his kindness.
So that was what happened. Atlanta never learned who her real parents were, but she knew that Artemis and the other Olympians knew.
"Thalia, why did you need me? I was on the trail of a buck,"said Atlanta.
"Atlanta, you know I don't want you going out hunting alone. You know you're a demi-god. You know you're not a real Hunter, you aren't immortal. And you're almost thirteen, which means that the monsters will be coming soon,"said Thalia.
"I know, I know, but so what,"said Atlanta.
"So,the Hunters and I have been talking and we've decided that for the safety of yourself and the Hunters that you should leave and go to Camp Half-Blood. You will always be a Hunter to us and our sister, but right now it's not safe. Plus, you could be claimed there," said Thalia in a sad voice and a grief stricken face.
"I-I, you want me to leave?,"asked Atlanta, witha hole tearing in her heart.
"No! We just want your safety."
"For your safety I'll go, just let me pack and tell me where to go."
Atlanta turned and walked toward her tent with Lycaona at her feet, whinning. Lycaona knew that they were leaving the Hunters together.
Inside the tent, Mary Elizabeth Martin, Atlanta's best friend and tent mate, was seated on her bed crying. Mary was a small girl with snow blonde hair and silver eyes. At only the age of fourteen, she became a Hunter in 1902.
"Mary, are you crying because I'm leaving?,"asked Atlanta.
"D-duh. Th-that's kind of an obvious-s,"she said through tears. Mary's hunting dog, a chihuahua named Maleris, was seated in her lap trying to comfort her master.
Atlanta hugged Mary and let her cry on her shoulder,"It's okay. I need help packing. Will you help?"
Mary tried her tears and nodded. In fifteen minutes they had all of Atlanta's things put into her black duffel bag.
"Good bye, Mary. I hope Isee you again, my sister,"said Atlanta
"Bye, Atlanta, my sister,"said Mary, tears starting to cry again.
"Hey! No more tears, okay. It's not like I'm dying," said Atlanta. She took her duffel bag and walked outside the tent, where Thalia was waiting with a map, a bow, and a quiver full of arrows.
Atlanta walked up to her,"I'm ready."
"Good. I hope you the best to get there, my sister,"said Thalia, handing Atlanta the map, bow, and quiver.
Atlanta nodded to the Hunters who had gathered around to watch her leave. She put quiver on her back and started walking away from the Hunters, away from the people who were her family, away from safety.