I'm listening to music. A Drop In The Ocean by Ron Pope to be exact. It is one of my favourite songs. It just really gets to me.
I'm listening to music and sorting through all the junk in my room. I wouldn't exactly call it junk, and honestly, I shouldn't. By "junk" i mean the piles of books, painting supplies and witchcraft things like spell books and charms that I've made.
And then there's all the arrows that are lying around. How could I forget about those?! Oh and the Bow. And all the other weapons in my room.
Hmm. Maybe I should start from the beginning? Yes, I will.
My name is Min. I'm a not-so-normal 16 year old girl. I bare the Mark Of The Gods. That basically means I'm one of their "servants" if you will. I have magic (or you can even call me a witch) and my job is to fight off the evil forces from the Earth. I have no parents. No friends. No permanent residence.
I was made by the powers of the Gods, having a bit of each of their powers in me, not unlike a demigod child. I am close to the Goddess Artemis, and she is like a mother to me, even if she will never have children.
There are others out there. I haven't met any yet. People who know of us (there aren't many!) usually call us The Children Of The Gods (which makes sense yet doesn't because we ARE made of their power but aren't their demigod children either) or The Marked Ones.
They call us "Marked" because technically, we are. We all have special tattoos on our necks which mark us as the Gods "servants". These tattoos are given to us when we finish our training, at the age of five (every Marked One has a different tattoo design).
We have been compared to angels over and over again, thought I assure you, I am not angel.
We grow differently than Mortals. Because we are created by Gods, we live longer. By the age of 12, our aging slows down and get to spend a extra maybe 50-100 years fighting evil. I guess that has it's ups and downs.
I'm sorting through my "junk" trying to find the book I "borrowed" from the library on Archery. You see, being closest to Artemis, I know how to hunt. I have a round bronze shield and a iron dagger that gets strapped to my belt every time I go out. I also have the Bow and my arrows. The Bow is a bow that has been blessed by the twins Apollo, and Artemis (yes the God and Goddess). It was my weapon of choice when I completed my training at the age of five. Yeah... Training starts at "birth".
"AHA!" I yell as I find the book I'm looking for. I need to "return" it to the library, before they realize it's missing. I didn't exactly check it out the normal way.
I put my gear on, which is basically all black with a belt, to which I strap on my dagger. Then I put my golden tipped arrows into my quiver and slip that and my Bow on my back. I stand in front of the mirror as I comb my hair back into a ponytail.
The girl staring back at me is tall, maybe 5'7ft, with long black, waved hair that has dark purple streaks in it. She has dark blue intense eyes that have specks of gold in them, with a slightly crooked noise and a clear, smooth face. She has a slim body, not too curved, just right. Her eyes sparkle with a trace of madness, even insanity. She knows the danger she's always in. And she likes it.
I step away from the mirror and turn off all the lights. I grab my keys and exit my so-called "house" by the front door. I lock up and turn around, facing the outside world.
I am ready.
