500 year old Gabby bowed at the foot of Artemis. Oh, 500? Ya, you read that right. She's immortal. Duh. Get it together readers. So, you could compare Gabby to a regular 5 year old. Anywho, Gabby was bowing to Artemis. She finally stood up to request one thing from her. "M'lady Artemis, thy would be contented to one of thy huntresses."
Artemis seemed to ponder this request. "My dear, thy is only 500! Is thy truly content with thy decision?"
Little Gabby nodded eagerly. "Yes, M'lady."
Artemis grinned. "Fair enough!" She spread her hands in a welcoming gesture. "Tonight, we feast!"
500 Years Later
1,000 year old Gabrielle (10 year old) lay in her bed as her and the hunters made camp for the night. She tossed an turned violently in her bed, sweat gleamed on her forehead. The voice kept ringing in her head, vibrating against the walls of her mind.
Let it out, my daughter. Let my daughter out!
"Never!" Gabrielle cried out in her sleep.
Do not disobey me! I am the pit! Your true power shall be influenced... Tonight you shall break!
At the word 'break' Gabby let out a murderous scream. She continued to scream until the scream slowly turned into a maddening laughter.
"Thy is Gabrielle Óra! Daughter of both Inusha and Tartarus! Fear thy soul! Cower in fear!"
Black streaks appeared in the girls beautiful blonde hair, her bright blue eyes glowing a blood red. Her hands glowed black as she released her black magic, completely out of control of her actions.
5 Hours Later
Gabby laid unconscious on the soft underbrush in the forest, her attack over. She bolted upright, shaking violently with hiccuping sobs. She had hurt people. She had broken several bones. Worst of all, she had killed over half of the hunters. Artemis looked over her, giving her a deadly scowl. Gabby quickly scooted back on the ground.
"M-m'lady! T-that wasn't..." Gabby stuttered out, but it was too late.
"GO! You are no huntress of mine!" Artemis screamed.
Gabby whimpered, then bolted up onto her feet, turning on her heel to run away.
500 Years Later
Gabby sat in the corner of her room, her body shaking terribly. Why? Why did she have to form the empathy link? Why did this have to happen? Why did the arrow have to make his mark in his heel? Of all places, why his spot? She shuddered, rubbing her heel to make the pain go away. The worst sensation she felt was the sensation of death. She felt like a hollow shell. She felt as if her soul was slowly drifting away from her body and into the deepest depths of hell. She continued to sob, clawing the walls around her with her nails. She slammed her head against the wall, screaming out the name, "Achilles!" She sunk back down to the ground, whispering to herself the words of her pain.
200 Years Later
Gabrielle traces a finger across the map.
"Set up a naval blockade along here," she ordered the Union generals. "Then we march into the capital of the Confederacy. If we are to fight, we are to win this battle of the Civil War. Do I make myself clear?" She looked around at the disapproving faces. "I said, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"
Everyone jumped at her sudden increase of voice level, brisk nods being exchanged throughout the men.
"Good! Now GET OUT THERE!"
The men ran out of the tent to alert the Union soldiers of the battle soon to come.
Present Day
Gabrielle sat along in the Inusha cabin, looking out of the door that stood wide open. She wondered what this camp was all about. She knew it could either hold great possibility for the future, or terrible fortune and certain doom. Which was it? She wondered. Why can't her life have one clear answer?
