He sighed as he looked out the car windows. The car gave as small jerk as it slowly came to a stop at the red light. He felt drawn as he looked into the woods and saw a flash a black. Unable to comprehend it seeing as how the car pulled off fast once more and left the sight behind. Damien stopped frozen as the fear built up in his chest. He was real and he was after him. He shook his head thinking quietly to himself, I must be crazy. It's an old urban legend. A myth that's not true. When his father finally pulled into the driveway of his house, he hopped out the car quickly trying to hurry into the house and dropped his bag. He sighed as he leaned over to pick up the bag and saw a yellowish paper next to it, a feeling of fear gripping his heart. He shoved the paper in his bag and hurried into his home.
"Let them go, Dante."
I whip my head to see a small boy standing the clearing with blonde hair and a green cloak hanging from shoulders. He isn't very tall however he holds his stance well. He doesn't seem to be more than Cassandra's age. Maybe 12 at most. I abruptly turn my head back hearing the man holding a sword to my throat chuckling with a sinister grin.
"Oh, poor boy, what are you go to do about it?" The yellow teeth gleam as he begins stalking towards the boy who does not look the least bit fazed. I look around at the other men who are following the leader. I pull Cassandra tighter to my back as I take small steps back. I keep my eye trained on the men but also fear for the naive boy.
"Do you really want to test me Dante?" He asks raising a single eyebrow. For a minute the men stop their movements. I see their hesitation for fear... Fear of what? I take the moment to stick Cassandra behind a nearby tree. She crouches down while I pull my sword out from its place.
"How do you know my name?" The scoundrel raises his sword challenging towards the boy before taking a final step towards him. Then the unexpected happens. The young boy chuckles so darkly. It sounded almost... demonic. All the men instinctively raise their swords.
"Oh Dante, I didn't know your name... but you know someone dear to me."
"Spit it out boy!" The once grinning man is now looking around frantically. I continue my eyes scanning the small boy. He looks directly me and gives me a small nod before saying one word that caused all hell to breaks loose.
"Artemis."
Artemis is not an ordinary girl. She grew up in the wilderness after being shunned due to unique abilities and her different physical attributes. Blessed with an ability that scared others, she roams the wild with only her guarded one. That is until she stumbles into a situation that brings her in front of a prince.