Author: wxreana PM
A mystery boy with his sick twin sister are in need of Artemis and Apollo's help, but who are they?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Apollo & Artemis - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,416 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 06-16-12 - Published: 05-25-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8150105
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The boy crouched in front of a black podium decorated with thin shining bright white lines that seemed to wind themselves around it. On top of that were three broken black arrows, half of them were stuck into the podium like they grew there, where the other half's were stuck deep into the cracked and mossy stonewall. The shattered remains of a white medallion glistened on the floor in the poor light. The boy was horrified as he clutched colored scraps of paper.
"What happened here?" Artemis asked looking at the scene in front of her with utter confusion.
"Who…who did this to you?" the boy asked the inanimate object's he was cradling in his arms like he was holding a crying baby.
"Are you ok?" Artemis asked awkwardly as she gently touched the boy's shoulder. At the sudden unexpected touch, the boy jumped up like he got one of Zeus' lightning bolts to his rear end.
"My sister," he gasped before running off into the woods at full speed.
As Artemis stayed for a while so she could have a better look at the bizarre place the boy led her to. With minimal travel, Artemis found herself at an almost exact replica of the podium she was just at, but the colors were switched on the podium and two white daggers sprouted out instead of arrows. Above the podium were two pictures hung on a shining wall without a crack or moss to hide behind. The first of them was the boy relaxing and staring at a bright blue sky. The second picture, though, was of someone who looked identical to the boy just with shining white hair instead of black, that one was just a headshot, he looked really serious.
"Who are you?" Artemis mumbled looking at the picture of the mystery boy. After a few moments of looking and not finding anything else in there, Artemis left the temple in search of where the boy went. After a few hours she found him, Apollo and a girl in a small tent, the girl was on the bed looking a bit pale, and the boy was holding her hand and talking to her so quietly, only the girl could hear him and Apollo looked completely lost and uncomfortable in the scene.
"Artemis, when I saw him run here, I thought something might have happened," Apollo greeted warmly when he saw his sister walk into the tent.
"Sorry, I searched around the place for a bit, I'm sorry if I scared you." Artemis hugged Apollo in a warm embrace. The two other people in the tent didn't seem to notice that the twins were even in the room.
"How is she doing? My sister I mean," the boy spoke up after a few moments of deadly silence.
"She's breathing, I'm not sure what is wrong with her but she is alive…for now," Apollo told the boy, trying to sound as upbeat and positive as possible but failing in the worst possible degree.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked clutching the girl's hand as tears feel down his face like a rushing waterfall after a storm.
"How did she get like this? The way she is, it couldn't have happened overnight." The boy gave Apollo a dry heartless laugh without the barest hint of humor or joy.
"It did happen overnight, well, in a few hours but it was sudden," he told Apollo as he smoothed the hair on the girl's head. The boy mumbled something in audible under his breath before standing up and slowly walking to the door.
"What did you see?" the girl asked with rasped breath and the boy stopped suddenly by the doorway.
"What?" Artemis asked with confusion.
"You said you explored a little when my brother left, what did you see?" she asked again a little louder and sure of herself.
"I saw a white podium decorated with black lines, two daggers…"
"You mean three?" the boy interrupted looking at Artemis with a confused look on his face.
"No there was only two, under the paintings."
"No medallion? Just two daggers not three?" the boy persisted with a hint of urgency.
"No medallion, and yes just two why? Is there suppose to be three?" she asked while cocking her head and raising and eyebrow. The boy swallowed with a look of fear and began to act like he did something wrong.
"Stay, do not follow," the boy growled before his face fell in shame, a few moments passed as three of them just stood, all watched him, motionless, till the boy dashed off into the woods.
"Follow him…I know my brother better than he knows himself…I know where he is going…I fear what he going to do…follow him please, i would die if he got hurt" the girl begged touching Artemis' heart with her words.
With a moment's hesitation, Artemis ran in the direction the boy went, thinking of what he might do. All she knew it involved the fact there were two daggers and no medallion. Thinking that he was at the temple, Artemis ran to the place first and sure enough, a set of footprint's that were not there before led to the door. They were hard and set far apart like the one who made them were running or trying to make an impression in the precisely flawless grass.
Artemis walked carefully to the door, trying not to startle who ever was in there. She was crouched down low, like she was tracking her prey. She checked the 'white side' of the temple and another dagger was missing from the holder. Artemis' breath hitched now knowing the other person was armed. Exhaling she made her way to the 'black side' where a lone person stood completely shrouded by the dim light, the ivory knife gleamed in it's left hand.