I hope this kind of thing isn't too annoying; I just wanted to portray a fast paced kind of manner that was confusing (in a good way).

The title is an homage to Wilfred Owen's poem of the same name. I just wanted to do something for Remembrance Day to show my respect for all those brave soldiers who died for us.

'Their name liveth for evermore...'

Enjoy :)

Artemis had once thought she wouldn't mind dying.

Death would be something calm and peaceful to take her away from her hardships. If she died, she wouldn't have to suffer anymore. Not from the hands of her father or the overwhelming desire to keep her mother safe or even the acknowledged thought that her life would never get any better.

But then, it happened. She had died. And she had hated it.

In one moment, there was a mesh of sights and sounds; from the adrenaline rush coursing through her veins as she tried hard to maintain her balance on the ice to the painfully heart-breaking screams from Wally and Megan and the electrifying shock that engulfed her whole body with mind-numbing pain. And then, in the next, black silence. And that had unnerved Artemis the most.

The thick air (was it even air?) around her made it difficult for her to breathe properly whilst the foggy blackness robbed her of her vision and, if there was one thing Artemis disliked, it was being robbed of something she needed and if this was honest-to-God death, then she took back everything she'd ever said about not caring if she died. She cared. She definitely cared.

Time was lost on her in the great black, bleak expanse and she had no idea how long exactly she had spent in there. It could've ranged from 5 minutes to 5 hours to 5 days. The thought of spending even one minute, much less eternity, in that place made her want to curl up in a ball on the floor and cry her wretched heart out until there was nothing else left inside her.

It had occurred to her that she could be in Hell, for someone who had done half the things she had done in her lifetime certainly didn't belong in Heaven. But, if she was in Hell, where was that guy with the pitchfork and the pointed tail and those spiky ears? Where was the burning fire, the torturing of souls and the evil cackling? Or had those things purely been made up to terrify her earlier childhood years?

And then, all of a sudden, she could feel air rushing past her ears, sucking away her oxygen, painfully whipping her against her pale cheeks and she opened her mouth to let out one last terrified scream-

And she woke up.

Well, 'woke' wasn't exactly the word.

Artemis had jolted up in shock, an ear shattering scream forcing its way from her pale lips. For one moment, her eyes were frantic, wild and unseeing before she started taking in the reassuring familiarity of the Cave around her. She could finally feel something physical beneath her (a table?) and only then did she realise that she could freely breathe in oxygen again and she was going to take in deep, gulping breaths of air if she damn well wanted to, nevermind the fact that she probably looked utterly stupid to everyone else. And...she couldn't remember what had happened before all this or why Manhunter was looking at her so worriedly...

Then it hit her like a speeding truck; she had gone and bloody died on her team when they had needed her the most.

Not to worry, folks. Another chapter (or so) is to be expected since no way am I going to leave something like that. Mostly just to satisfy myself since I have to have more interaction...

Hoped you liked it! Have a great weekend, guys!