Untitled - Prologue
Sitting beneath an aging weeping willow tree, Artemis closed her eyes, her clasped hands shaking. She had to fight this. Feelings at that point would be her downfall.
She gazed down at the archery bow and her quiver of arrows laying on the rock next to her. She stiffened her jaw and stood on moist ground below the billowing branches of leaves. This tree was the only one of its kind left in the Brey Forest. It had stood for nearly 3 centuries, and for all the memory Artemis had left, she could only remember this tree and its solemnity and peace.
Shouts of battle and cries of pain were brought in the wake of a soft breeze, and Artemis opened her eyes again, strapping her quiver to her back and grasping her bow in her left hand. She immediately started into a sprint to the grove's plateau, just after the trees separated the wood from the meadow. Air barely made it past her lips as she ran at a terrific speed.
Breaking the tall trees at the edge of Brey Forest, her eyes were met with image