A/N: And now the story takes off where it's meant to begin. The previous chapter was just an introduction. Yes, I do admit that it was quite rushed, but I am really thankful for the reviews so far! Very helpful :)

A/N: There's quite a long flashback in this chapter that actually cuts into the next.

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10 years later - New York (Present Day)

The audience stood up as they applauded the beautiful performance of the Broadway classic, 'On My Own.' Rachel Berry took a bow, holding onto the sides of her red evening gown, thanking her audience. Looking to her left she saw Kurt take a step forward and take her hand, taking a bow together. Kurt, known for his roles in various contemporary Broadway shows, had joined her in this night of Broadway classics revival concert with the New York Philharmonic. Rachel looked down at the full-house audience and her eyes swept over their smiling faces. They had a glow about them. Her voice drew people from all corners of the globe. Some say her voice could heal the soul so she was constantly asked to do special guest appearances at charity events for ill children.

A strange feeling set upon Rachel as the house lights began to brighten the theatre. She could see the audience much more clearly as they got up to leave. The orchestra was standing with their instruments, chatting away. Her eyes were then drawn to another pair that was up in the upper circle of seats. She looked up and saw a blonde woman, dressed in a business suit, with cropped hair staring down at her, her irises glowing gold. Her breath hitched as she suddenly realized who it was. "Quinn," she whispered out breathlessly. Kurt turned toward her and then followed her line of sight. It was as if Rachel was glued to the spot, eyes locked onto the blonde.

Kurt took Rachel's hand to pull her away backstage. "Rachel Berry!" he whispered loudly, breaking her out of the trance. She looked at him then back up at where Quinn was standing. The woman was no longer there. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Kurt began to walk her backstage to the dressing rooms.

"Did you see her Kurt?"

"Yes, Rachel I did. She shouldn't be here. It's been what? 10 years since you last saw her?"

"I know, I know. My fathers made me transfer to a high school here to finish senior year and didn't even give me the chance to say goodbye. Kurt I want to see her!" begged the Broadway star.

"No! Seeing her here all of a sudden means something's up," her friend replied bluntly. He pushed her into her private dressing room. "Now, get changed out of that beautiful Escada dress into something more comfortable. I'll wait outside."

Kurt closed the young woman's dressing room door after catching sight of her little pout. He had to get her out of the theatre. After the fiasco of what happened the last time Rachel saw Quinn he didn't want that to happen again. He was her protector, for now. He had been ordered by Rachel's fathers to keep her safe in New York, so he too was transferred with her. You see Kurt had a gift. He was telepathic and Rachel would sometimes tease him, calling him Hermes since he could just telepathically send her messages instead of the traditional way via mobile phone. But he would never allow himself to read Rachel's thoughts. He had tried reading Quinn's thoughts earlier in the theatre, but couldn't. It seems that she has a strong mental defense; she's been trained well. Kurt was drawn out of his revelry as he heard someone cough purposely in front of him. He looked up and was face-to-face with the subject of his thoughts. "Quinn," he said with a tinge of fear to his voice.

"Hello Kurt," she paused momentarily after the greeting. "Where is she?" she then questioned.

Kurt had expected her voice to be cold, but it was warm. He looked into her eyes and though he could not read her mind he knew that she wasn't here to harm his friend. "How did you even get backstage?" he asked, rather than answering her question.

A small smile crossed her face, "I have my ways."

The door opened behind Kurt, "Ok Kurt, I'm ready...to...leave." Rachel's sentence drifted off as she looked up at the taller woman standing in front of her friend. "Quinn," she said nervously. She looked back at Kurt.

"It's okay. I trust that she won't hurt you." He looked back at the blonde and gave her a silent message. "Look after her you hear me! I don't know why you're here, but I trust you. It also seems that you have completed your training."

Quinn smiled in reply to what she heard in her head. It was a genuine smile of acknowledgement.

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10 years ago - Lima, Ohio

"Mom! Why can't I see her?" screamed out the younger Fabray to her mother.

Sadness crossed Judy's face, "Quinnie honey..."

"Don't Quinnie me, mom! What's happening? What did Rachel's dads tell you? Why is everyone being so damn secretive and just retarded?" yelled the teenage girl.

"Quinn Fabray! I will not take that tone from you!" scolded Judy. "I just need you to calm down first Quinn! Then I'll explain to you what happened last night. Now, sit!"

Quinn obediently sat down and waited for her mother to continue.

"Okay, last night what do you remember?"

Quinn closed her eyes as she tried to call the fragments of what had happened the night before at Rachel's house on her 17th birthday. "Rachel dragged me into her house after I gave her a letter."

"What kind of letter Quinn? I need you to be completely honest with me here." Judy gave her full attention to her daughter.

"It was a...a...confession," stammered the girl. "I wrote to Rachel about how I felt about our friendship. How I felt about her." She looked up into the yes of the woman who had once kicked her out of the very house she was sitting in. It wasn't really her fault though, she was merely playing the role of a submissive wife. Now that the man, Russell Fabray, was out of the house she was more of herself. The impending look of disappointment never crossed Judy's face though. Quinn was quite surprised.

"Continue," Judy simply replied, un-phased by what her daughter had just admitted.

"So, she dragged me into her house. We went to her room and we spoke. Then we umm...we umm..."

"Quinn!"

"We kissed! We kissed, mum. I mean, it was just a kiss. We did nothing more than that. Well, maybe it got a little more heated because I started to feel really hot and so did Rachel. I mean, Rachel was temperature hot..."

"Quinnie, just spit it out! I'm not going to get angry with you about Rachel. We already saw that coming."

"What? You did? But...oookay." Quinn breathed out a loud sigh of relief then continued. "Right, Rachel. After the kiss she said something about my eyes. Then it happened."

"What happened Quinn?"

"Something happened to Rachel." Quinn's eyes widened as she animatedly explained to Judy what happened, "I can't remember much of it. All I can remember is that when she screamed I felt like I was hit by the wind coming out of a jet plane turbine. Then everything went silent, my ears just kept ringing. I could see Rachel. She was in so much agony; I could see it on her face. Then these things started growing out of her back and I think, yes, they were wings. They had feathers, dark jet-black feathers. She tried to reach out to me and that's when I last saw her. Then I woke up in my bed."

"Okay, that was about Rachel. What about you Quinn? How did you feel?"

"Well, I just felt really hot. My skin felt like it was on fire, but it didn't hurt, if that makes any sense. Everything seemed a little hazy at first then everything suddenly amplified right before Rachel screamed. My whole body was tingling. Like, as if electricity was running through me. I could hear everything, smell everything, and I mean everything. I smelled blood, I think I even tasted it. I heard the snap of a branch outside Rachel's window. I knew there was a cat outside in that tree. Then, I swear I heard a dog barking from afar, but it seemed so loud. It was like it was trying to say something to me. What is going on mom? I had, like, a Dr. Doolittle moment!"

"Oh Quinn. I'm so sorry, I should've prepared you for this," said Judy as she finished listening to her daughter explain the event.

"Prepare me for what mom?" asked Quinn. "What the hell is going on?"

"Quinn!" Judy scolded her again. She brought her hand up next to her own cheek to lean on, sighing out, "You mean, what in Hades."

"Hades?" the girl was confused.

"How much do you know about Greek mythology?" questioned Judy.

"Greek mythology? Mom, are you on drugs or something? Why would I even be bothered with Greek folklore when I'm already spending most of my study time remembering American history?"

"Quinn," the older Fabray said with a low warning tone.

"Sorry, you're not on drugs. Look, I don't know much. Just that there was some big guy called Zeus who slept with a lot of people and had a lot of children. Mom what are you trying to get at here? Aren't we Christian?"

"Your father was a Christian, I just followed him. But never mind that. Okay..." Judy took in a deep breath, "Quinn?"

"Yes mom?"

"Fifteen years ago, when you were just three years old something happened in Lima. Of all places in the world it had to be Lima, but that's beside the point. A man came to our town and he called himself 'The Messenger.' I guess he was like a prophet. He said that in years to come something terrible would come upon earth and that our little town would play a very large role in this event." After shat short explanation Judy's shoulders relaxed a little.

"How? I mean, this is already sounding crazy, but I'm trying to be open minded especially after what I saw last night."

Judy decided that she was tired of standing and took a seat next to Quinn. "He said that in each country there will be heroes who will arise to defend that nation against this evil that's to come. The Messenger said that thirteen children had been chosen and would be imbued with the powers of the divine offspring of Zeus. Gosh! This sounds so farfetched doesn't it?"

Quinn stared blankly at her mother and then finally found a reply, "Yes, mom. I feel like you've just told me the plot of an upcoming blockbuster movie. But! I'm going to go out on a limb here and believe what you're saying to me."

A gentle smile crossed the woman's face, "Thank you Quinn. Thank you for trusting me. You don't know how much that means to me."

Quinn acknowledged her mother's words with a small nod. "So, who are all these chosen kids who will become heroes?" she asked curiously.

"Funny you should say that. I don't know if it was just a coincidence or maybe it's the Fates, since we have all this talk of Greek mythology going on, but you've all met. Strangely enough, but maybe you must've just been drawn to each other."

"The Cheerios? Coach Sylvester does train us as if we could be sent to fight in the front lines of the army at any time."

"No, not the Cheerios."

"Wait, so you mean Glee Club? Are you telling me that the whole of the current Glee club is going to save this nation?"

"Yes," Judy replied with a straight face.

"I'm going crazy. This is just insane. What about Artie mom? He's in a wheelchair for goodness sake! Not much power there!" Quinn got up off the couch and began to pace in front of her mom. "This is ridiculous. I must've eaten something bad last night. Maybe it's a bad reaction to vegan food. Or, maybe Rachel has super vegan powers like they said in Scott Pilgrim versus the World! But that doesn't explain me..."

"Look who's talking rubbish now." Judy reached around the side of the couch she was sitting on and pulled out a small wooden chest. "Quinn, honey, sit down. You're making me dizzy with your pacing."

Quinn returned to the couch and faced her mother, "What's that?"

"This was left to us, the parents of each child. Your father wanted me to burn it, but I hid it from him. We were instructed to give this to you when your powers were unlocked."

Quinn took the box from her mother and slowly opened it. She expected a fanfare of horns or a great light to come spewing forth from it, but nothing happened. Pushing the lid back she peered inside the wooden chest. At the bottom lay, what looked like, the grip of a wooden bow. She picked it up from the chest and held it in the palm of her hand. Her thumb ran over the intricate carvings on the wooden grip. The carvings looked like they were moving and soon they formed a strange looking letter 'Q.' Quinn's eyes widened. "Mom, why is there a letter 'Q' on this? Is it because of my name?"

"I don't think so honey." Judy stood up and put her hands on Quinn's shoulders. She looked straight at her daughter's face, "Artemis."

"What?" asked the confused girl.

Judy took in a breath, "Artemis, Quinn. That's who you are. Well, not the actual goddess Artemis, but you've being gifted with her power."

"Who is she?"

"Artemis, goddess of the wild land. Hence, your enhanced senses. That thing in your hands was a gift to Artemis from Zeus. That 'Q' is your icon, the measurement of electricity."

"Wait, did you just say electricity? Like...Pikachu?" Quinn's geeky side had seemed to slip out.

"Who on Earth is Pikachu? Quinn, I'm trying to be serious here. You have heightened senses and yes, you can create and control electricity."

"But how am I meant to use this bow? It's incomplete!" stared the blonde at the item in her hand.

"You won't be able to use that bow yet. Not until you begin training and learn to control your powers and use them responsibly."

"Training? Who's going to train me?" Quinn looked at her mother.

"Coach Sylvester"

"What?" Quinn spat out. "No way! She's a…she-demon. She must definitely be someone from Hades."

"You thought Cheerios was hard? Where do you think Sue got all her ideas for training the cheerleaders from? You start in a week," Judy said to her daughter bluntly.

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A/N: Reviews please! They are the fuel of this story. Also chapter 3 should be up soon too.