The Blood Of Moon

Vengeance Is Sweet

An arrow was pulled back, before her index and middle finger released the string. The silver arrow soared through the air, and tore through the neck of a deer.

With a grin, she hopped out of her hiding spot and ran over to the deer. "Come and give me a hand, sisters!" She called out behind her.

Two girls in silver jumped out of the trees or the bushes surrounding the Huntress and deer carcass.

The two girls who came out after their sister picked the heavy, sinewy deer up onto their shoulders and walked off. The huntress who got the kill simply plucked another silver arrow from her quiver and placed the butt of the arrow onto her bow string, pulling back slightly. Nothing was going to take their food or attack them without being killed or turned into a pincushion.

Both would have been satisfying.

They walked into a rather large campsite. Twenty girls were dotted around the area, some just simply chatting while others trained in archery. The youngest of the girls were playing tag, ducking around the tents and some of the trees and bushes. Some girls, however, were stood around camp, their eyes darting around - guard duty.

"Lady Artemis!" The Hunter (who had killed the deer) called. "Look at our catch of today!"

A grumpy looking goddess walked out of a tent. It was slightly larger than most of the others, signifying that she was the leader of the Huntresses. She looked around sixteen/seventeen at age, and had long, luscious auburn hair cascading down her back. Her eyes were large and shone bright and mesmerising silver.

She looked up at the deer, and smiled slightly. "Good catch girls. Now, you three get the honours or gutting and cooking her."

All three girls looked slightly sickened, their jobs around camp obviously being far away from the kitchen.

Artemis returned to her tent, and sat down on her bed. The tents were enlarged (somewhat) on the inside, so they were the size of a small hut. It was useful where Artemis could always leave everything in her tent that she didn't need, and it would stay in the tent until they were unfolded again.

She rested her hand on her abdomen, and smiled as she saw her son within her womb. "Do you want some juicy venison for dinner tonight?" She asked aloud, and laughed a bit when her son shifted in her womb as if it was excited for venison.

The goddess of the hunt sighed with joy before removing hand from her lower abdomen and lying down. She was getting exhausted too easily lately. She was not sure if it was due to her pregnancy or what, but it was strongly irritating her. She could barely trust herself to go and hunt.

Eventually, Artemis drifted off to sleep.

It was not the most pleasant of things. She did like that she was surrounded by nature. But she hated the darkness around her, and the eerie silence.

"My child..." A weak, croaky voice entered Artemis' ears.

The goddess looked around, drawing her hunting knives in case of a threat. Nobody was going to harm her son.

"Artemis..." The goddess looked down at the ground beneath her feet.

"Please... I can guide you to your prey..." The voice managed.

"Gaea?" Artemis asked, sheathing her knives. She knelt down, so she was closer to the earth.

"Artemis... The Massacre of the Wild occurs... Seek him in the place of your meeting. Be quick, he will soon leave..." Gaea said weakly.

Artemis smiled. "Thank you, Lady Gaea. You have my gratitude."

"Raise your son right... Make a warrior out of him... But please learn to let go..." The Protengoi of Earth whispered, and Artemis lifted her head, arching an eyebrow as she looked at Mother Earth.