Moonlit Arrow

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 Aelin's song.

Artemis (didn't expect that did ya) 

I'm attacked by a wall of fire as it throws itself at us. Ares, being the the proud idiot he is, was standing in front of the other gods. His screams were drowned out by the raging of the fire. Poseidon is quick to shield us with a bubble of water. Percy joining his powers to help his father.  Ares rushes to the safety of the water. Poseidon attempts to wash out the fire, but is to no preval. 

"Her magic is too strong!" The God of the Seas shouts. 

"She's using it all..." mumbles Lysandra. "She'll burn out." She whispers. 

"No,no, no!" Dorian yells. He creates a ice layer around him and walks out of the bubble, walking ever so slowly to Aelin. The flame pushing him away, telling him to go back.

The pedestrians around us start to scream. But one voice is the loudest. One scream overcomes the rest. The target, Maeve. 

"There all going to die..." Athena whispers, looking at everything around her. The buildings start to catch a flame. People home's getting destroyed. The howls and whimpers of dogs, the screeches of cats. The chirps of birds desperate to get out of there cages. Children crying for there parents. The city slowly burns to ash. 

"We have to stop it!" Squeals Aphrodite, "its burning all my favourite shops!".  I glare at her, because that's the most important thing that is burning, not the young maidens and children. Athena looks lost in thought, her stormy grey eyes calculating.

"The prophecy, what was the prophecy!" Athena yells, turning to my brother.

"Eight shall go south, and nine will return. They shall see everything they hold dear burn. One is needed for two. A sacrifice is required to go through. A moonlit string draws the final breath. A damaged souls fate of never ending death." Apollo reciets.

"Of course...Artemis!" Athena shouts at me."You have to kill her!"

"What? No!" I protest.

"You have to, the prophecy requires it." I glare at her. If there's one thing I've learnt over the many years I've lived,  it's that you never mess with fate. The future has already been written, it can be altered but the outcome is always the same. I draw my bow, my aim precise and fire the arrow into the heart of the flame, where the Queen stood alone for her long awaited death to come.

The moonlit arrow pierced straight into her broken heart. 




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