Chapter 1: Awkward Introductions

I am an impulsive (ish) human being guys... I don't know, I just randomly thought of it, and thought it would be fun… If you like it, leave a review, so I can see you want to hear more

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Definitions

Artemis – virgin goddess of the moon, has a band of women that pledge to be maidens (no boys whatsoever) in return for immortality

Apollo – God of the sun, twin brother of Apollo (he actually doesn't have band of boys, but I'm going to make him. He's playful and a talented musician

Huntresses of Artemis – a collection of women that have stayed virgin all their life to serve the goddess Artemis

Hunters of Apollo – people I made up that follow Apollo. They are typical boys… what else can I say?

It was the Winter Solstice, and I grip my feet against my Pegasus, flying above the clouds towards Olympus. I turn behind me and see over 300 Pegasus following me. I glance up at the moon, whisper a prayer to Artemis, and rush towards one of the clouds.

I ran into the clouds, but instead feeling the cold water, I immediately feel warm. Not uncomfortable warmth, but loving warmth that crept through my veins. I open my eyes and breathe a sigh of absolute wonder. The cloud portal transported us to the Great Room of Olympus, the 'waiting room' outside of the Throne Room. As followers of Artemis, we came here twice a year, and accompany our Ladyship to the meeting, and see her out. Then we would go and continue the hunt.

The 'waiting room' was more like a hallway, with Greek pillars on both sides, with marble busts of the respective gods in between them, the most important ones (Zeus, Poseidon, Hades) closest to the door of the throne room. The entire room was bathed in a golden light. I smiled to and willed myself to take in

"Elsa, are you admiring the view again? Honestly, we always get the most useless Head Girls" snapped a voice behind me. Megara.

I glared. Megara was so unlike her mother. She was the daughter of our last head girl, Zoella. Zoella was amazing, and was one of my best friends. Unfortunately, one day, Zoella fell in love with a Hunter of Apollo, and she broke her vow with the goddess Artemis and ran away. The man that Zoella ran away for made love with her, told her it was all a dare and left. Zoella was heartbroken. She could've died, but she didn't, and she had a child named Megara.

When the huntress broke her vow with the goddess, so her immortality was taken away from her, so as she died, her last wish was for Megara to join the hunt. Artemis respected her, and granted her dying wish, but I bet that everyone here wished that she didn't accept Megara.

Megara was the polar opposite of her serene and calm mother. She was a tornado of anger and a snob. She couldn't shoot arrows, but she walks around with a frightening dagger strapped to her thigh. She is a loudmouth and pushes people's buttons. Worst of all, she detests her own mother for disobeying the goddess.

The only good thing when Zoella left was that I took her position as Head of the Hunt. I wasn't great at battle, but I was a thinker. I would win battles without force, but with strategy and skills. Artemis respected me for that, so I became Zoella's successor, and the leader of the huntresses.

"Megara, leave us if you cannot find anything nice to say to those who outrank you"

I grimaced in my head. That was a weak argument. I turned my back towards her and looked straight ahead to the doors. In about thirty minutes, they will open, and the meeting will start. I, being the Head of the Hunt, was required to be inside, and to help create battle strategies against the Old Evils (Titans, if you will, the old enemies of the Gods)

I adjusted my robes, and my cape, as I came here in more professional attire. I was adjusting my bun when I heard a loud hoot come from behind me.

I slowly turn my head around, and I could feel the dislike radiating off my face. The Hunters were here. The same Hunters that stole my friend's life through a pathetic game of 'truth or dare'. I lift my chin, and look up. Suddenly, I felt a hand lace around my waist, pulling me closer to a man.

"Sweetums, if you come with us to the red tents at nightfall, we'll make sure you have a good time" a hunter with red hair and ugly sideburns said to me, slogging his words. Most likely drunk. I look into his eyes, and without a moment's notice, I gave him a slap that echoed through the entire hall of Olympus.

The man's face turned an angry shade of red and let go of me. I adjusted my cape, and took out a box of disinfectant wipes.

"Hothead, I will make sure you regret this, Hans never lets things go" Did this Hans dude just address himself in the third person? I thought madly. I send him another evil eye

"If you wanted a girl for the night, you came to the wrong place. If you wanted someone to go on some pathetic one a one-night stand with you, the followers of Aphrodite are over there. Although I know that they'll never settle for a lowlife like you" I seethed at him, with a smirk on my face.

I kept in a laugh as I saw his face turn from red to purple in a matter of seconds,

"Hans will keep his word, you will taste revenge" he spits in my direction.

He was lucky, if I brought out my arrows, and he would have been made into a bloody wall decoration, right in front of the Throne Room. Fortunately he was saved by the doors opening.

"Head of Hunt, Elsa Arrendale" a voice boomed from inside. I tuned and walked elegantly into the Throne Room of the Gods, Laughing as I heard Hans's words as the door slammed into his face.

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