So I’m working on my main character for a PJ fic. (: I have the bare basics down and wrote up this little short story the other night. Hopefully I’ll have a full on chapter soon!
She was hunting for something big. Something that would alter a few lives and bring about some great ending, though at the moment she didn’t know what that was. She had been given a quest by Artemis to search for it, but the entire time Artemis had given it to her, Mila felt in her heart, she would never return to her sisters. She would leave and never see the hunt again. So, with that thought in her head she made sure to say goodbye like it was the last farewell. Some shrugged it off and made it to be no big deal, promising to go on a great adventure when she returned, but her closest sisters held her tight and whispered I love you’s with tears in their eyes.
While she was apart of the hunt she had become so apart of the Olympian world that she would never be able to be apart of the human world. She would have to find a place that would suit her. She had been given a grand cloak from Artemis that would hide her from sight when she wished to not be seen, and a brand new bow and quiver set made from ancient oaks that still held the great magic of the natural kingdom and the quiver made from the finest leather; soft and flexible but sturdy and strong.
Her greatest treasure though had been her greatest companion, Charis, her falcon. Charis had found her a few weeks after she had been accepted into Artemis’s hunt and from that point on never left her side. When she was leaving she had given the choice to Charis to either join her, return to her former freedom or stay with the hunt. When Charis had flew up she had though she was leaving her, but Charis simply landed very softly on Mila’s shoulder and gave a soft squawk as if saying ‘lets go!’
Currently Charis was flying high in the sky scouting the area for anything of interest. For the past few days there had been nothing for miles, well nothing other than the usual wild life. Mila started humming a soft tune that her mother had taught her. It brought back warm memories of a time before she had left home, of the wonders she had seen with her mother, but now was not the time to get all nostalgic. She peered out into the lush woods, and strained her hearing for anything peculiar. The only thing that had been off was a faint smell that mixed in with the woods. It was so subtle that many wood have thought it was just another forest smell, but Mila knew better. She was nearing on something, she just didn’t know what.
It was in that moment that Charis gave a squawk of alert. She had spotted something. It was warning of danger, so Mila didn’t prepare herself for battle quit yet. She puled her soft brown hood up and pulled off her bow while stinging an arrow. Her thigh-high leather boots padded silently on the forest floor and her breathing slowed. It was as she was coming around an overly large pine tree that she saw it, Greek architecture. Soon she was realized it was also a camp, full of children and teenagers and they were…training. Where in the world was she?
