The hunt begins
In modern society, Beaurocracy has made its way into the workings of most aspects of life. From the upper echelons of government down to a persons day to day life. The paperwork required to continue on a peaceful life can easily be enough to drown a person if one is not careful.
Due to this while the blood war was ongoing The necessary documents for such a state of affairs were always crossing the desks of the workers of the ministry. Arrests, deaths, raids, damages are just some of the items that require the wheels of the machine to go into motion.
Due to the near-constant workload that the war had caused the beaurocrats, they were all begging for the war to end so that they could have their work lighten, to have less urgent calls and messes to clean. This is why a collective sigh of relief went up when word arrived at the ministry that the dark lord had finally been defeated. Unfortunately, they did not realize that the clean-up efforts had just begun.
Aurors were pulling almost round the clock shifts searching for the remaining followers of the dark lord for trial. The wizengamot was holding trials as fast as it was legally allowed.
It was due to this that Albus was being dragged through the ICW as the process of creating peace within Brittain, While doing this It was his goal to smooth over the ruffled feathers caused by Voldemort. Such political maneuvering was not a simple thing thus took most of his attention.
It was while he was at these meetings that he planned to place the girl. To find a place to sequester her for safekeeping in case he needs her. However unlikely such an event would be. Unfortunately, he could not move the girl over the boundary wards without the governments of the country detecting her. They might not know where but they would be able to start a search and have an area to look.
The fact that whenever Albus traveled to the ICW he did it by phoenix was well known, so to not do so would raise some eyebrows.
How he worked around this was a port key. A timed port key. However, unlike the official international portkeys which have timed windows to pass through the boundary wards, he was using the access spells. These would allow the device to travel through without a problem.
This would normally deposit the key at the international terminal of its destination country, a place in which the girl would be found, adopted, and live a normal life for a magical just as he wanted. There was one problem. The last country, Greece, had just changed some of the spells in the boundaries so when the port key hit the magical barrier it bounced in a random direction.
The transportation magic interacted with her blood and the magic within taking her to a place that would protect her. And thus after a wild ride on a port key, the child landed in the countryside of Arkadia in Greece, Lost to everyone who would look for her till she wished to reveal herself.
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The temple was in the forest. It was a hidden place that only appeared to those in need, called out to those in need. A hunter lost, with no shelter, no food would be guided to the temple. A child who ran from home would be guided to the safety of its walls.
It is one of the Ancient places that the magical populace trod, similar to those who trod the shrines of Inari, Loki, and the Morrigan. The Ancient places are shrouded in magic, protected from harm. Those who worship still worship in the ways of their ancestors would always find sanctuary in the hidden places of the world.
It was the priestess of the temple of Artemis, A woman by the name of Diana who found a small basket on the steps of the temple. It was not unusual to have a portkey accidentally lock on to the strong protective magics of the temple. Whether the passenger was a child or an adult.
It was also not unusual for them not to fully remember their time after they left thinking it was just a misty dream induced by the trauma of their predicament. This however was different. This child was barely even a name day old. And yet she had been sent away for some reason. This rang warning bells in the priestess's head.
She would train the child, yes train her in the ways of the hunt and the goddess. It would be the only right thing to do. Until she could defend herself it would not be right in her conscience to let her leave the magic of the temple.
Thus it was that The reborn Atalanta was taken in by the priestesses of the hunt igniting her soul and beginning the process of her memories retrieval. Soon the world would know the hunt had begun. Soon Lady Artemis's greatest huntress would return!