Atlanta:
The forest was quiet. The leaves rustling in the soft breeze, the midday sun shining brightly. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a small figure raced through the forest, so fast that she was just a blur. Her fire-red hair streaked behind her, her legs pumping her body onward, the ten-year old Atlanta Griffin raced on, searching for a prey. This was her first hunt without either her father or older brothers. Slung on her back was her hand-made oak bow, as well as a leather quiver full of arrows, each of the deadly tips tipped with metal.
Atlanta raced on, not making a sound as she did so. She had been following the deer tracks for a while now, and her 'hunter's 'sense, as she called it, told her that it was near. Suddenly, the tracks stopped. Slowing down quickly, she examined the tracks. There was just no explanation for it; they had just vanished, disappeared!
Kneeling down on the hard, leaf strewn earth, she took some dirt between her fingers and rubbed it, trying to figure what could be going on.
The hairs at the back of her neck suddenly stood on end.
She wasn't alone.
Quickly, she slung her bow, drew an arrow, and turned, all in one fluid movement. But there was nothing behind her.
Letting out a small sigh of relief, she relaxed her grip on the weapon.
Cric
The sound of a branch being stepped on, and broken. Aiming her bow, she shot at where the sound had come from. It hit a great trunk, but...no; it's not possible, is it?
About four feet in front of the trunk that the arrow had hit, there was a silhouette of a woman. She had a tunic on, and her hair was pulled back, a bit like Atlanta's own hair.
The woman nodded, almost as in appreciation of Atlanta's aim. "Very good" she said. "You need to work a bit on your archer's stance, but other than that, you're technique could rival mine."
Stringing her bow again, Atlanta cautiously said: "you are you, and what do you want with me?"
The woman just smiled." The goddess of the hunt... but you can call me Artemis"
Artemis... why did that name ring a bell? Something about Greek gods and such...
Then, the woman disappeared, just like the deer tracks. Approaching cautiously, bow still drawn, and senses on high alert, Atlanta tried to see if she could find any clues, tracks, anything!.
There weren't.
Just as she was about to leave, something caught her attention. Something gold and shiny, hanging from a low branch.
It was a pendant of some sorts, with intricate designs all over, and with a large letter "A" in the center.
Taking it in her hands, she examined it. Somehow, she knew that she would need this pendant. Maybe not soon, but she just knew. Putting it around her neck, she than grabbed her things, and raced back home. She would have a good hunter's story to tell to her brothers when she got there!