Mooning within her garden untouched by man or God for years, kept by nature itself, Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt, found herself staring into the crystal pond. She ran her fingers through long, silky snow-white hair that trailed over her supple figure. A fond smile touched her tender lips as she stared at the image of the young boy, barely a man.
The boy showed a mischievous grin as he said: " "We'll see. After all, the Gods can't be trusted."
She covered her mouth, giggling at his antics: "He is definitely the child of a God. I wonder who made such a silly thing." She rolled over the grass, finding a sense of calm within her forest. When a stirred countless parsecs away turned her eyes sharp, she stood up, sensing a presence within her dominion. It was a force of power she'd recognize almost immediately as her lips sank to disgust.
