To explain this, I have been reading Oliver Twist.

Runaway

Chapter One

September 10th

In case you are wondering, fellow reader, what in fact, you are reading, let me explain first.

I am the narrator. I am here only to write what I have gathered from evidence and research. You may call me Narrator.

But, truth be told, I am not very important in this story.

I am to write the events that occurred to the team of Young Justice from September 10th to November 18th. Whether or not these events concern you, dear reader, you must, in fact, read on to find out.

Unless you, of course, don't wish to. I am only Narrator; I can't force you to do anything. I am trapped in the world of ink and paper and stories.

But you, dear reader, have freedom, so you may choose to read this or not.

September 10

12:16 EDT

Artemis stood outside alone on the balcony, the full moon shining brightly above her, dying her blond hair silver and her dark clothes black. Her grey eyes reflected the moon as did the ocean beneath her, inky and murky.

She gripped the steel rail until her knuckles turned white; her inky eyes squeezed shut as tears traitorously dripped onto the floor.

She gasped in, trying to stem the flow of her misery.

What do I do now?

Where do I go?

Her heart had been torn from her chest, as if cruelty itself decided that this lowly wretch no longer needed it. After all, she was only an orphan; of no importance or necessity to the world.

Her mother had died that morning, from polio.

Artemis had always feared her mother's death; but she had never expected it to come in the form of sickness. She always thought that it would be an arrow; a shurikin, a javelin, a poisonous dart.

But sickness?

Maybe it's better this way. Maybe now I can finally be free.

Artemis no longer had a reason to stay behind. Sportsmaster no longer had his dark hold on her; and if she remained, he would find her again.

No. She had to leave. There was no other option.

She had already lost a treasured family member; one who had held her and comforted her, one who had been so proud of her for declining her father's past and becoming a vigilante. Why lose more? Her mother's death had been ironic; two weeks before Artemis was set to start her true mission. Now she must leave if she was to protect the others.

She sighed. She would go to Vietnam. She had cousins there; distant, but perhaps they would help.

Sportsmaster would look for her; of course he would. But he didn't know of the cousins; he hadn't bothered to care for Artemis' mother, only Artemis herself.

He would look though.

Artemis tightened her grip on the railing, the metal coldness' piercing her skin.

She didn't want to leave this place. Mt. Justice had been special to her; she had come tonight only for a final good-bye.

A note had been left for Oliver Queen, declaring that Artemis had resigned from the team and had no wish to be bothered.

Her clothes were packed into the small backpack next to her.

The boat heading to Malaysia was docked in the harbor.

Her arrows had been balanced and her bow strung to perfection.

She was ready to leave behind everything and go find nothing.

Artemis had no reason to stay anymore; it was time to go.