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Chapter one.
It was bright. And my head hurt.
When I opened my eyes, I didn't see anything but light. After closing and reopening them, I saw the world a little clearer.
I was laying in a field. It wasn't very big, I could see trees on each side.
I was laying on grass, the sun was right above me, a little hidden by the trees.
It was a beautiful day. The sky was bright blue. The air clean, I could smell flowers and the forest.
It would of been a great day to just lie in a field, and take nap. Just relax.
But there was a problem. I didn't know were I was.
Or who I was.
I stood up, surprised about how good I felt. Like I could battle an army of monsters, and still be able to go for a jog.
Monsters, not sure what they are... But I think their real. I hope so. But, also not. Wouldn't want to fight them, they don't sound very nice, but if I remembered monsters, at least that's something.
I wasn't sure what to do next. I may of walked around, or stood there for hours. But luckily, I heard a noise behind me.
My instincts took over and the next thing I knew, I was facing the opposite direction holding a bow and arrow at the ready.
Where did those come from?
Then i realized that I was wearing a clip, thing. Something for my hair. Now that it was gone, a strand of blonde hair fell in my eyes.
I'm blonde. Why did I hate that? And yet feel so giddy about my hair reaching my cheeks?
I didn't have time to think. Suddenly, About a dozen girl were around me, all in the woods, all armed with silver bows, all wearing silver pants, with short sleeved shirts also silver.
All I could think was, why are they wearing boy clothes?
They didn't shoot, and I didn't shoot either. Mostly, I was trying not to pass out. Was I dreaming, or was I literately standing in a field with a bunch of girls, all about 8-15 years old, holding a bow?
I looked down to check if I was naked. I wasn't, I was in a messy sweat shirt, and a messy baggie pants.
I looked back up.
One girl stepped forward. She had long, silky black hair, coppery-like skin, a silver circlet around her head, a slightly upturned nose and black eyes. She wore the same outfit as the rest, her bow was at the ready, but facing down.
"Who are thy?" The girl said. She had an accent that sounded like she was from a long time ago. I couldn't place where.
"That depends. Who are you?" I asked without thinking. My voice sounded sweet, in a teasing way.
She squinted her eyes and asked again. "I said, who are thy."
I shrugged. This time I planned it, not like last time when my body seemed to speak without thinking.
The girl lifted her bow and pointed it at me, her hand pulled back, ready to shoot.
I stepped back dropped my bow, holding it in one hand and the arrow in another.
"No! I mean, I do not know who I am." The girl squinted, but lowered her bow.
She hesitated. The girls around her lowered their bows just the slightest, with thoughtful looks on their faces.
"My name is Zoe Nightshade. I am the lieutenant of Artemis, If you do mean what you say that thy do know know thee name, then we shall bring you to Artemis to ask what to do with thee."
Her voice wasn't very gentle, and when she said "What to do with thee" It sounded how we would talk about a stray cow we'd found. Kill, or see who you belong to.
But I nodded. I swung my bow over my shoulder, so i could examine how to turn it into a clip later, and found a quiver that I somehow must of appeared when I opened the bow. I placed my arrow in my quiver and carefully walked up.
The girls were giving me looks of suspicious. I felt that I was use to these. I raised my chin slightly, and looked them straight in the eyes with a look that said, Go ahead, I've seen worse.
Some girls went behind me, the rest went around me.
The girl, Zoe, Walked next to me, her bow ready, though she was glancing at the forest, so I had a feeling that it wasn't only for me.
"If thy does not know thee name, what do thy know?" She asked suspiciously. I kept my face calm and shrugged.
"I woke up about ten seconds before all of you came. I know nothing." I said truthfully. She continued to look suspicious.
"I can tell thy are a demigod, a powerful one, perhaps. You already have a bow and arrow, and you look about thirteen." She concluded, looking at me from head to toes.
"You look..." I trailed off. She looked at least fourteen. But it was hard to tell. Her face, the look in her eyes, they seemed older. Much older.
"I am very old. My age doesn't matter, thy age would matter quite a bit, I believe."
I didn't say anything to that.
In almost no time, we got to a little camp site.
There were tents, and some places for a fire. They looked like they've been used as a fire before. Pacing around the camp, as if guarding the boundaries, were silver wolfs. I wanted to runaway, before they could smell or see me, but the Hunters walked on and didn't seem scard of them. I went with them, breathing out a life of relief when we passed into the camp site and the wolves didn't eat us.
Zoe waved her hand, and immediately all the hunters left but her. They joined others, who were working on various things, or just talking with friends. They went into tents, went to the fire, some went out with their bows ready, as if to hunt. Some went and petted the wolves like they were their farm dogs.
Zoe marched me to a tent in the front.
She led me in.
Inside the tent was amazing. There were animal furs, one big bear fur was lying across the floor.
Sitting in front of us, on the edge of the bear, was a ten year old girl.
She sat crossed legged, staring at us with no expression.
She was beautiful. And I usually never notice whether someone looks good or not. She has white blonde hair, almost silver, but in no way grey, to her chin. Her skin was pale, and, like the other hunters, shined a little like she swims in ponds of moon shine. Her face, despite being pale, had black freckles splashed across her cheek line past her nose.
Her eyes were perfect, thick eye lashes, though obviously with no make up. Her eyes, they were moons. They looked silver, maybe light grey, but if you looked right at them, you'd see they were actually two miniature full moons.
She wore a dress, silver like the hunters, but a Greek style. She wore no shoes, and had a big, beautiful silver bow hanging on her back.
I didn't know what to say. She just looked up at us.
Zoe spoke almost right away.
"Lady Artemis." She bowed, on her knees and all.
I took this as a hint and got on my knees to.
"Please, sit up. Introduce me to this young woman."
When I looked up, I saw she was smiling at me kindly, though were eyes were searching, I felt as if she was trying to figure me out, right there and then.
Zoe stayed kneeling, though she was no longer bent in a bow, so I stayed to.
"This, Mi Lady, Is who we found in the woods. We do not know who she is." She said.
I was thinking. I'm pretty sure I've heard of Artemis, The goddess? Yes, That's right, I was taught about the Greek gods. Artemis was the goddess of the moon, and the hunt. She was the virgin goddess, I believe.
"You do now remember who thee are?" Artemis said gently. She continued to judge me.
"No my lady." It seemed like the right thing to say.
When no one spoke, I did.
"Please, goddess, were am I? What year, and what is this place?" The goddess raised her eye brows.
"You know I am a goddess, then? Yes, I know you are a demigod. You are in a forest in Maine. Where exactly, I do not know. Neither do I care. The mortal year is 1855."
(I'm pretty sure this is correct. Doesn't matter much if not. BTW I'm trying to get Zoe to sound like Zoe, and for, the girl whose name you'll later learn, to sound old time, like the beggining of America, so she has a British accent. But I imagine some mix of Southern and old time British, if that makes sense.)
"Oh." I didn't know if that meant anything to me. 1778. Which meant I was how old? I don't even know how I looked. Other then having blonde hair, part of which reached my chin.
Artemis must have read my thoughts.
"I don't know your exact age." She scowled, though not at me or Zoe. "But you seem thirteen, or twelve if you prefer."
"Thirteen." I said, glancing at Zoe. That is what she thought I was to. And yet these two are obviously older then they look.
"Now you must make a choice." Artemis said.
"Choice?" I asked innocently.
She explained about how I could become a hunter, or stay a loner, traveling the world fighting monsters like the rest of the demigods, though there are not many left. If you are lucky enough to get a weapon from your parent, or anyone else in that matter, then you must fight to survive. But with no place to train, and no place to hide, every place open for a monster to attack you, not many demigods survive past the age of fifteen.
She said I could either join the hunters of Artemis, be a virgin huntress forever, or travel alone being chased by monsters at every corner.
"You would be immortal. Though if you break your vow, or fall down in battle, your immortality will fade. But if you do not, you will live forever." She said calmly.
I was silent. I wasn't sure. I wanted to be a huntress. I don't know what it was that was drawing me to this life, but the idea of living with a family that accepted you and loved you, that were your sisters and friends forever, that never left, that all shared your beliefs, well, that sounded like the best life imaginable.
Much better then wandering the world, forgotten about the gods, fighting for your life at every moment, barely surviving each day.
But before I could say anything, Artemis continued.
"But I advise you not to."
What?
"My lady?" Zoe said just as confused.
Artemis raised her eye brows.
"I would be honored to have you in the hunt, but I have heard parts of your future. Of your past, to. And I must say that I've even give up a loyal hunter if it means saving you from the future."
I was confused. I was mad. Here was this lady, telling me she knows about me, when I know nothing. Not where I'm from, who I am, how old I am, my family, and then she offers me a better life. A real family. Then says I shouldn't.
"But... What happens in the future." I asked carefully.
She continued to look at me with pity. I felt sort of strange about being pitied by a ten year old, but I passed it by.
"Nothing that I can say. Nor that I understand. But If you choose to become a huntress, then I'll take you gratefully."
I looked down. I glanced at Zoe, who was staring at me. She was studying me, as if trying to figure out my future.
I turned to Artemis.
"I don't even know who I am." I said in a small voice. It was beginning to dawn on me. I don't know who I am. If someone asks my name, a mortal maybe, what would I say? I don't know? They'd think me crazy, send me to the doctors or the nut house.
Artemis looked up, as if gazing at the sky, but instead at the top of the tent.
She looked down and smiled.
"I know what to call you, for now, in till you remember your name. And I know of your parentage."
That got me giddy. I jumped up and down a little bit, while steel kneeling. My parentage! I'll find out who my parent is, that will help, I think. I hope.
"Who is it, my lady?" Zoe asked first.
Artemis smiled at me.
"We shall call you Sunny, your fathers idea. Your father is Apollo."
