Forbidden Child of Lady Artemis

4

I TOOK A QUEST FOR A DAY.

Aeaea; Circes Island

Eastern Wing of Colchis

Bermuda Triangle

I exhaled both in anguish and anxiety. However, there's also hope in the hearth of my feelings. That I am one step out of millions of roads and trails towards my mother. How ironic that I am the one who seeks rather than being seek upon.

This is the chance the Great Pan had given. 

Despite his rough and stoic personality, taking note the once feud he had between my parents, he had taken the risk into sending me in this quest even it was pledged upon the sacred place of oaths, that it is forbidden for any god to help a demigod.

I just found out last night that I am born a demigod. Demigod means half human and half god and technically, I am a major demigod if there's a thing like that. My stray mother, Lady Artemis, is part of the twelve Olympians which made me not a minor demigod. I hope I got myself clear.

And what made me so special among all the half-bloods is that I am forbidden. More forbidden than Perseus Jackson and Thalia Grace. I am the son of the goddess of virginity. And here I am, chasing her.

Maybe because she's a goddess, she knew that I am coming. And now, to avoid social shame, she might had prepared traps for me to slow down the chase. That was the left caution of Professor Eugene.

"Make it fast, you lazy bun!"

 Veronica, the Asian warrior from Ares cabin back in a camp of half-bloods shouted at me as she finds me really annoying.

Who would have thought that this quest needs a lot of walking, climbing, sea sailing and arguments? I didn't.

That Veronica girl up there has a hair as long as Rapunzel's, braided into a French twist, accessorized with metal silver barrettes, but with patience as long as an infant's pinky finger. 

She was sent to me by Pan early in the morning, barged into my own room through the window panes.

She insisted that she was my ultimate guide into sailing towards Circes Island which is found in the graves of Bermuda Triangle. Underneath the vast green waters are wrecks of enormous ships and planes that were evidences of the catastrophes that had befallen upon that place. Remains that echoes beauty and past destruction of vessels and wasted lives.

Maybe, she is right. She is a great warrior for I have still walk in one piece, all fingers still complete and toes untouched. Well, all I can say that she's all good minus her bad ass attitude.

As I have finally set foot on the island, I could feel its radiating power. Like a mist through the plains. You cannot spot any men, only women all wearing modern but primitive dresses, similar to the huntresses in my dreams but only more feminine and diverse in kind. But the theme was weaved into a single. I expected people here would look like Amazons and such, like Babylonians-creating-a-tower-like feature. But I have seen none of those kinds.

As we continued to venture further into the island, I saw a group of warriors this time. However, compared to the huntresses again, they look only softer. I expected them to shout at us but Veronica casted a spell through speaking in an ancient dialect where hazes of mist and divine power comes out of her mouth as she speaks. And with that, the warriors that were all geared up for an expected combat, lost their consciousness.