Literature
NeOlympus - Chapter 9
Panic and dread filled her mind, but she could not be sure if the feelings were her own or those of her brother. No, she thought to herself as she burst through the door and grabbed her bow and quiver in passing. But, of course, these thoughts are mine, she told herself. Her brother was struck by one of her own arrows. He is dying. Of course, she was scared. She was scared she might lose him. She had to focus, she told herself, as her eyes scanned the area. Outside her cabin, Artemis looked straight ahead to see the central spring. Shooting out from the small cluster of rocks in the middle of the spring was the massive celestial anchor and its skyward chain. The goddess saw a gaggle of nymphs, women, and even a centaur or two. Frolicking in the spring without a care in the world, they had no clue concerning the dying god just yards from their position. No sign of the perpetrator. "Gray cloak. Broken Book," she thought aloud, echoing Apollo's last words to her. Artemis saw the