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Sibling Rivalry


Racing through across the buildings. 

Her blonde hair flowing through the wind. 

Her silver bow and arrows strapped tightly to her back. 

Her breath coming out in loud huffs. 

 

Running, jumping, never stopping. 

Her long, white and silver cape flapping wildly behind her. 

Her gleaming mask covering her face from those below. 

Her gray eyes wide and focused on the danger ahead. 

Preparing for a fight she wished was not needed


 

This is the heroine known as Artemis.

The Goddess of the moon

The Protector of the innocent and the young. 

The Saver of the wild and animals 


 

Suddenly the guardian stops. 

Her breaths coming out in large pants

Her body tensed 

Her eyes focused on the figure in front of her

Her hand itching to grab her bow


 

The man in front of her Was the villain known as Apollo 

The God of the sun. 

The Terrorizer of the young and innocent. 

The Destroyer of the wild. 

 

 

He stood tall with an evil smirk on his face. 

His red, gold cape flapping in the slight breeze

His tousled dirty blonde hair shining in the moonlight. 

His eyes a smoldering liquid gold. 

A deadly sharp sword hanging at the ready on his hip

 

 

His gold eyes narrow as they land on the hero. 

His lips curling up into a sinister grin

His hand tightened around the sword.


 

The hero and the villain stare into each others eyes

Silver meeting gold. 

Both tense and silent

Weapons at ready

 

 

The silence was broken by Apollo's voice. 


 

“Hello, dear Sister.”

 

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HannahJ911

I am a college student that goes to The University of Akro. I have been writing since I was five years old. I have written a book series in my spare time, but what people don't know about me is that no one thought that I would get to where I am today. No one thought I would go to college. There has been someone doubting me about something or other. But somehow I proved every, single one of them wrong. I don't let their words get the best me, I always fight through it and I never give in to their words.

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