Hey guys. After a review I remembered that you existed. Look at that. No. I got a job and I have school sooo yeah when im not working or at school I'm sleeping. Sorry about that. Things will pick up more over spring break. But for now, here's a short chapter... that ends in a cliff hanger... cause I'm a bitch.

Artemis stood in the Ruins of Lumen. Her eyes darted back and forth in a panic as if she waited for the enemy to appear from any one of the rooms corner. She was muttering to herself in a language long since dead. She was braiding her hair. Her hands shaking like a drunk who had been dry for days. Artemis spun around to face the door to an unseen force. She started shaking her head repeatedly.

"No," she muttered. "No!" She ran but an invisible force threw her off her feet. She struggled to her feet but the force continued forward. "No. No please… no!"

Artemis awoke screaming. The windows blew out; the doors were thrown open; the coals from the fire roared into an out control fire. Guards entered her room alarmed by what had happened. Artemis was still screaming hold her head as if she was in pain.

"Artemis," Arthur's voice said gently next to her. He pulled her hands from her head. "Artemis!" he shouted gently shaking her. She looked at him before she stopped screaming and buried her head against his chest clinging to his shirt. He signaled to the guards that he would deal with it, and they nodded before leaving. Arthur stared at the shattered glass and the burnt fireplace. The room was slowly getting colder from the draft coming through the window. He picked her and brought her to his room. He put her down on his bed. She was already asleep.

"This isn't good," a voice said. Arthur turned around. Death was standing watching Artemis near his window.

"What happened?" Arthur demanded. "She should have been with you."

"She never came," Death explained.

"What do you mean?"

"Her spirit never entered my realm. So I came here."

"What does that mean? What's happening?"

"She's slipping," Death replied staring at Artemis.

"Slipping?"

"She'll be fine," Death told him quickly. "She'll only get out of hand if…, but that won't…. no one would dare… not since… it's not something you have to worry about for now." Arthur looked down at Artemis. She looked peaceful now as if nothing happened.

"What's happening?" he snapped, but she was gone. Arthur sighed before she laid down in his bed next to Artemis.

Col wandered her room the following morning. The glass crunched under his boots. He looked worried as he stared at the pieces.

"What are you doing in here?" Arthur asked confused as he entered Artemis's chambers.

"I heard there was a disturbance in Artemis's chambers last night," he explained. "I came to see if she was alright. What happened?"

"She… doesn't know. She said her nightmare… wasn't particularly frightening… she said it felt like someone was ripping her in two… the windows were shattered when I came in. She's rather depressed right now," Arthur told him.

"Do you mind if I try to cheer her up?"

"No… go ahead. Just don't take her out of the city. Her arm is still really badly wounded. When Tynan had barreled his sword down between her shoulder and her neck, it had sliced through a major arm muscles. At its current state, her right arm was useless. It was unfortunate considering now she had to learn to do everything with her left arm." Col nodded and left with no intention of listening to Arthur's words.

Artemis sat on the stairs of Camelot bored. She wanted to go out of the city right now. She need a bit of freedom, but she promised Arthur after last night she would stay in the city. "You know," Col said appearing and sitting down next to her, "you don't have to do what Arthur says." Artemis raised her eyebrow at him.

"Shouldn't you be with the knights?" she asked him coolly. He shrugged.

"I'm not a knight."

"Yet," Artemis told him simply. He smiled lightly.

"We'll see," he told her. They sat there silently. Artemis sighed again. Col rolled his eyes. "Come on," he said standing and holding out his hand. She stared at his hand blankly.

"Go where?" she asked him.

"Out of the city," he told her. "You're bored; I'm bored. Let's go do something interesting."

"Fine, but you have to deal with Arthur if he gets mad," she told him taking his hand. He pulled her standing.

"Are you alright to ride a horse?" he asked her as they walked to the stables.

"I think I'll accept the challenge to ride a horse," she told him. The saddled their horses before they both rode out of Camelot. "Where are we going?" she asked him again.

"I have no idea," he told her with a laugh. "I just needed to get out of that city. The stones… the people… the rules… it feels like a prison." Artemis nodded.

"I understand what you mean," she told him with a nod. "I have gotten used to it, but I still need to get out of the city once in a while. Arthur doesn't understand that." Artemis sighed and looked up at the sky. Seven magpies flew past them.

"I understand you," Col told her suddenly. He didn't want to tell her anything. Not today, not every, but he had to. After what happened recently had happened last night. She needed to know.

"Do you?" she asked raising an eyebrow at him. He nodded to her. She tilted her head at him. "Want to elaborate?"

"I…," Col took a deep sigh. "You are an Orleahter just as I am."

"I don't know what that is," she told him with a frown.

"There are others like you, Artemis, others whose powers depend on their emotions, others who need to use a mirror of Anima," he explained. "They are called Orleahters. I am one of them." They stared at each other. Artemis opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know how to respond.

"You have a mirror of Anima?" she asked him. He nodded.

"It runs in my family," he explained.

"Then Gwydion?" she questioned. He nodded.

"He was an Orleahter," he explained.

"Why are you telling me this? Why now?"

"Because of what happened last night."

"I had a dream," she told him with a shrug, "and I lost control."

"Control of a power that lurks in everyone Artemis," he told her. "That wasn't just a dream. That was warning. That was the first sign."

"First sign of what?" she asked irritated. "Of losing my mind?"

"No of losing your soul," he told her. She rolled her eyes.

"Right," she said sarcastically.

"I'm serious, Artemis," he told her. "It happens to all of us. It's called the incisum. It's the point in an Orleahter's life where one of two things will happen. One: you overcome it, or two: your soul splits light and dark, and you as a person cease to exist."

"What about you then?" he asked her.

"I'm currently battling myself every single day," he told her. "I'm going through it now, and you're about to."

"And Gwydion?" she asked him. "You said he was like me. He was an Orleahter." There was silence. Col nodded. They stopped at a group of caves. "You need to hear this story while we walk."

"Where are we going?" she asked him as he helped her off her horse.

"You'll see," he told her as they started into the caves.

"Col?" she asked urging him to start his story.

"A long time ago, Ambrose walked this earth."

"Well not too long ago," Artemis half-joked.

"Hush," he told her. She fell silent. "He was a great man. A terrific teacher, mentor, and human being. He had a student by the name of Hestia. She was a great student, very gifted, and very bright, but she believed that Ambrose being the great man that he was should not carry the darkness other men do, so she encouraged him to remove it. To rip out that darkness that made him human." Col fell silent again before he took a deep breath and continued. "He was a fool. He listened to her, and… he tried to take that part out of him. This was the first time a mirror of Anima was used. It entrapped that darkness in the mirror, but it wasn't enough, not for her, who saw him as a God. She took the mirror, and unaware what she was doing, she shattered it."

"She gained control of him?" Artemis asked as she nearly tripped over a rock in the dark. Col whispered something and suddenly held a light ball in his hand.

"No," Col said shaking his head. "She used an enchantment and instead what happened was that his soul ripped in two. His light became a person, and his dark became person. It was the dark side of him that did all those terrible things."

"Then the man I fought?" Artemis questioned.

"Was the dark side of Ambrose."

"Then… where's the light half?" Artemis asked Col confused. The light of a fire was slowly coming into their view.

"The light half?" Col questioned with a chuckle. "Well, he's right in front of you," he said nodding his head. On the other side of the cave leaning against the cave wall sat an old man with a long hair, beard, and mustache and wise blue eyes. Artemis froze staring at him. He smiled to her gently as a grandfather did to his children.

"Ambrosine," he said with a smile. "Or perhaps I should call you Artemis, I heard that's more popular now."

"Gwydion," she muttered not believing what she was seeing.