The Hunter
A setting sun drifted down in the late summer sky. An ocean crashed against the shoreline where on the sand a man and woman stood talking. The man was tall with wavy blonde hair, tanned skin, and blue eyes. The woman had brown hair, with a silver bow across her back in a quiver along with matching silver arrows.
They seemed to be arguing.
"No, sister, this is not right! You swore to our father!" He spoke through tightly clenched, gleaming white, teeth. His sister's face flushed with anger.
"This is my decision, not yours! We may be twins, but this is not your matter to interfere with!" The blonde haired man shook his head in anger and disbelief. "I am just looking out for your best interest." He looked out over the ocean, then smiled as if something extremely pleasing waited out in the waves.
"But enough of this. How about a contest of archery?"
The woman visibly relaxed, and then a smirk fleeted across her sharp angular features. "Are you sure? I always was better than you."
The man snorted. "As if! But how about first to hit that black piece of flotsam out there?"
The woman smirked again. "Too easy." She raised her silver bow and shot an arrow that arched high and stroke true into the black object. Not soon after the waves became stained with red. "What?" The woman squinted at the horizon in horizon. Then a man's body drifted in on the waves, a tall man with black hair and a muscalur body. An arrow was sticking out of the top of his head. A silver arrow.
"NO!" She rushed over to the body and grabbed the man's face frantically. "What have you DONE Apollo!"
The man backed away, his eyes hard but sorrowful. "It's for the best, Artemis." He disappeared. For hours Artemis didn't move and the sun was consumed under the waves. Still she stayed still holding the man's face,stroking it and weeping softly. The moon appeared in the night sky and the goddess of the Hunt raised her head with tears still glistening on her cheeks.
"Rest now, dear Orion." She lifted his body up to the heavens and it transformed into gleaming pinpoints of light. They spiraled up and arranged into the shape of a man charging across the sky with a club. A tear gleamed as it fell off the goddess's cheek. "Rest now. We will meet again."
