Daughter of Snow
Mt. Denali said to be the tallest mountain in the us and a really good place to snowboard. I was on a helicopter getting my snowboard ready for drop " you are the only one I know that be ready to snowboard in a pair of jeans a avenged sevenfold shirt and tennis shoes" I hear Mac say. "What can I say the cold doesn't bother me." I say. while true it always bewildered me how the cold seems to rejuvenate me like i belong in the cold. anyway i had just taken a wrong turn on the path so i had to dodge trees. "well there goes that competition" i say dodging another tree when a silver arrow almost hit my head. i stopped moving and looked for where the arrow came from. "stop right where you are man" i heard. i looked where the voice came from and saw a teen with auburn hair with a silver bow arrow notched and pointed at me. "sorry i made a wrong turn. i'm really sorry i'm just trying to get down safely. i didn't mean to intrude" I said honestly. " very well but I can't let this go unpunished" the teen said. "Um no offense but who are you?"
" I'm Artemis goddess of the hunt" she said. "oh so i guess i intruded in your camp?"
"yes you did now since you've been nice so far i won't turn you into a jackalope but I will have to make you join the hunt at the age of 16" " don't I have to be a girl for that" I ask noticing my voice was higher than usual. I grabbed my throat and rubbed it. "problem solved" zoë said. "Never mind but why at sixteen and not now" I ask. "Because you have a part in the upcoming problem" Artemis replied. "Ah,ok but what should I do in the meantime" I ask. "You could go to New York and join yancy I believe there is a demigod there" "ok I can do that but how does this joining the hunt thing work?" "All you have to do is say I pledge myself to servitude of Artemis and away from the love of men." After I repeated that a silver jacket, a quiver, a bow, and a gold sword handle? " um what's this?" " that's not normal it's supposed to be a hunting knife" zoe said. " you mean like this" i said pulling out a Bowie knife that looks to be made out of ice so cold it makes the air mist around it. "Yes but not made out of ice" zoë replied. "It was a gift from my mom though I don't think she made the sheath it seems to radiate heat to counter the stinging cold of the blade," I stated making Artemis eyes widen, " I better head to New York then" I say waving goodbye.