Chapter 7

Okay, so I screamed. I thought I was going to die by the hand of my childhood friend. No, not her, the monster that was before me. Time seemed to slow down, I watched a human-sized skin-toned leather monster jump at me. Not thinking straight, I crossed my arms in front of me, as if to stop the beast.

Looking into the ugly face of death, I didn't have many thoughts. I didn't think about my family, my friends or even death itself. I only thought of Kane. The fact that I would never see his face again, it bothered me. We'd only just met but it seemed we were something. It appeared to be as though we had already met. Or at least that's what he thought.

Then time sped back up to its normal pace, and my best friend finally got to me. Claws bared in anger and fangs dripping with venom. But her razor sharp nails didn't slash through my arms, as soon as her claw reached an inch of my arm it disintegrated. As did the rest of her arms, and soon our screams mingled in the air.

I grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be a ballpoint pen. Stabbing her in the chest where I hoped her Undead heart would be. She fell to the floor, I still held on to my weapon. She looked into my eyes, a sad look to them, they held years of pain and agony I couldn't understand. Her body turned an ashy gray color and I touched her pain filled face. Making her figure crumble into wisps in the air.

There where her body had been, was a knife. A beautiful short silver crafted weapon, there were silver swirls and crescent moons, it looked deadly.

I crouched down to pick it up off the concrete floor, the metal was painfully cold, like a thousand tiny needles poking me. But instead of dropping the beautiful and cruel knife, my eyes started to get heavy and I fell to the ground. Blacking out.

I was pulled into a vision, a battlefield. Screams and battle cries surrounded me. There was a woman, with a giant silver bow and a seemingly unending supply of arrows, as she shot at monsters. Her delicate face was pulled into a deadly expression, her white hair whipping around her as she shot titans left and right.

She unsheathed a long silver sword, cutting through flesh and bone. She clashed with a titan's metal club, the size of a convenience store, shattering her sword. The pieces scattered, and the woman took up her bow and continued to shoot her enemies. But my eyes were still on the shattered sword, the handle was decorated with silver swirls and crescent moons. I knew this sword, this was the blade I had held, just moments ago.

"Are you ready, Daughter of Artemis?"

We had learned about the Greek and Roman gods in school, Artemis was a forever maiden. If what the demon thing said was true, I shouldn't be alive.