I slowly turned around, making sure to hold the Katana in
front of me. Abruptly I realised that I now had my back to the fallen king.
I twisted so I was able to keep them both within my sight.
I gazed at the female stood to my left and shook my head.
“Huntress Diana. What an unpleasant surprise. “I drawled on sarcasm.
She stood just out of the shadows of the trees in a long golden gown and windblown, chin length platinum blonde hair. Her golden eyes regarded sparkled with a devious light, her delicate feminine cheekbones were stained a gentle baby pink, and her small bow mouth curved into a small secretive smile.
“Tsk tsk, Ariah you know I never use Diana. You know how much my brother and father despise that mortal name.” She scolded.
I rolled my eyes.
“Diana, Artemis. They’re both the same.” I said off handily.
She smirked and raised the meter long, hand carved bow that she carried. She fixed a three foot, bronze tipped arrow against the bow string and pulled her right arm back, whilst her left arm stayed ramrod straight and without a whisper of a sound she sent the arrow flying.
It landed in the fallen king’s chest with a muted thump.
I winced and sheathed the Katana.
“Was that necessary?” I asked eyeing her warily.
She smiled and slung the bow over her shoulder.
She strode over to the King of The Wild Hunt, and planted her hands on her
“He was about to rise.” She said simply.
“And how would you know that?” I asked suspiciously.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Greek goddess, remember?” She said smugly.
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.
“He’s the king of The Wold Hunt, how would you know when he is about to arise?” I asked in disbelief.
She laughed softly and touched the tip of the protruding arrow with her index finger.
“My arrow’s tell me when their heart is about to beat again.” She stated simply.
“But he pulled the arrow out.” I said slowly.
“Once my arrows taste the blood of my victims it can tell me just about anything that concerns them.” She said as he pushed the arrow deeper into the king’s chest.
I opened my mouth to reply but she held up her hand.
“Don’t question it, it will only give you a headache and waste a lot of my time.”
I nodded slowly.
“Why are you here?” I asked instead.
She studied me for a beat.
“I heard what happened in the courts and got curious.” She said with a shrug.
“That’s a bunch of bull; if you were simply curiousyou would’ve just whipped out
your crystal ball and read my mind.”
She tipped her head back and laughed.
“A crystal ball is a Wiccan religion and if I wanted to read your mind I wouldn’t be here now, would I?” She drawled.
I blew out an exasperated breath.
“Why are you here Artemis?” I asked more forcefully.
She cocked her head to the side and regarded me with a slow
sweep of her eyes.
I have long rib length crimson red hair that framed my heart shaped face. My eyes are neon blue framed with thick lashes, my mouth is permanently pouted with a pink flush. My body is lean and lithe with gracefully formed muscles and pale milky skin.
I wore a blue tank top with black skin tight jeans, with calf length black biker boots with silver buckles. A leather belt rested on my hips and held up the sheathed Katana that rested against my left leg.
“I’m here to help you Ariah. Without my help you’ll die, or become a slave, maybe worse.” She said with a small shrug.
“Wow support goes a long mile on this ride.” I said sarcastically.
She laughed a rich and hearty laugh and wiped at imaginary tears.
“Oh Ariah how you make me laugh.” I let out another annoyed breath.
“And what is it that kill me?” asked her seriously.
She slowly circled the King again and she seemed almost lost in thought, or as lost in thought that an ancient Greek goddess can be.
“Many things can kill you. A sword thrust into your heart; the wrong kind of food, even mere specks of dust that you can choke on. You are after a mortal.” I hissed in a breath and faced her in outrage.
“I am not mortal. I am Sidhe.” I spat out.
She rolled her golden eyes.
“Sidhe Ariah, are still mortal. Especially compared to your God’s” She stated.
A little prick of fear slithered down my spine and rested on the top of my tail bone.
“What have the God’s got to do with this?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Not the entire God’s. Only Danu and Morgana are interested in you." She said as she examined her nails.
“Danu and Morgana? Why are they interested in me?” I could feel the warmth drain from my body and my heart beat pick up in my growing fear.
“They won’t tell me.” She said simply.
“They won’t tell you? That’s all you have to say? What, do you have a special hang out for God’s and Goddesses’ so they can chat and gossip about us lesser folk?”
“We do have courts Ariah. And my father, of course runs the court.”
I suddenly had the mental image of Zeus wearing court robes and a curly white wig and shout for order amongst the squabbling God’s.
I bit back my grin and struggled to keep my expression more neutral.
“That’s great. What do you even talk about? Failing crops? Wine? Wrecking on those that cursed in your name or didn’t pay their daily sacrifices?” I asked in barely concealed amusement.
She smiled and shook her head ruefully.
“I’m not going to tell you what we discuss in the courts.” She muttered.
“Why not? You know everything about me and my life. I think it’s only fair that I know more about yours.” I argued.
She flashed me a quick grin.
“It is forbidden. If I were to tell you, I’d have to kill you and I’m quite fond of you.” She said sweetly.
“I hate it when you’re too honest.” I grumbled under my breath.
And then without warning she turned to me and gripped my forearm tightly. I scowled at her and attempted to tug my arm out of her iron tight grasp.
“What the hell are you doing? Let me go!” I shouted at her.
She tightened her hold and pulled me closer to her.
I dug my heels into the ground but she still managed to drag me toward her.
Wooziness started to seep into me and small black spots dotted my vision.
I blinked but the dots only seemed to grow on size.
I looked at the blurry face of Artemis and saw her smirking at me in triumph.
I opened my mouth to speak but only small gasps came out.
“Soon. You’ll be safe very soon Ariah.” Artemis whispered into my ear.
I tried to fight her hold but the needy fingers of exhaustion pulled at me, beckoning me into the looming darkness and before I could draw my next breath I became encased within the shadows.