The Aegean, 211 B.C.;
Diana was hunting - the family needed the meat; game had been scarce of late, and her younger siblings were hungry. She was tracking a stag - it would provide a hearty meal for several days, if only she could catch up to it. She was woods-wise as well as the best tracker in the village, so she was confident. Still, goddess only knew what the day would bring.
She was carefully picking her way around some scrub at the edge of a clearing when she saw it; a magnificent stag, browsing in the meadow. She carefully braced, set, and drew the arrow to her ear. And then her eyes met those of the stag. It had ceased to graze, and was looking directly at her. I had not tensed to flee. It was beautiful. Lit in the early evening sunset against the shadowed trees, it glowed. And hungry or not, she could not kill it. As she lowered her bow, the magnificent animal bowed its head - to her? - And then bounded gracefully away.
Why didnt you shoot it? came a complaint from behind her. Eris? she asked, turning around to see her friend, sling in her hand. Who else would be able to sneak up on you? she said with a grin. Although today, I think even Stamos could have done it - you were just staring at that stag and blind to the world. Why didnt you shoot? We could really use the meat, and you know it. Diana sighed. Im not sure, Eris. There was something... special about that stag. It wasnt right to kill it. Maybe it was one of Artemis? The stag is sacred to her, you know. Eris laughed, dismissively. Oh, Diana. Youve been listening to the Old One again. The gods arent here, Diana, Artemis doesnt trouble herself with little farming villages, if she even exists at all. Diana glared at her friend Dont mock the goddess, Eris. Still laughing, her friend held up her hands, OK, OK, Ill stop. But if were going to find anything, it had best be soon. We dont want to be out here after dark. Diana had to agree - the forest was not safe at night. And since shed wasted so much of the day on tracking the stag, there wasnt much time left today.
The sun had nearly set when the two made it back to the village. No stag, but a brace of rabbits were better than nothing. As they returned, Diana fully expected to be mocked again for not bringing back the stag. The tale was too good to keep, and Eris wasnt one to let such an opportunity pass by. She wasnt a bad person, but she did love spreading mischief. They were both surprised at the scent of roasting meat as they approached the settlement. Someone had been successful - and there was the unmistakable sound of a celebration. They glanced at each other, and broke into a jog.
As they rounded the palisade, they saw a feast was, indeed, in progress. There were two large boars roasting over a spit, and a bounty of other foods piled high on tables nearby. Where could it all possibly have come from? As they stood there in disbelief, Neilios - the town elder - caught sight of them, and proclaimed loudly And the hunters return! All praise to Diana, whose wisdom brought us this feast! And she was suddenly surrounded by villagers praising her to the skies, while Eris looked on, dumfounded. Diana shrugged, and managed to catch Neilios eye. Me? How could I be responsible for this feast? Especially since she let the stag get away commented Eris, dryly. But the Old One heard her, and in her quavering voice replied But it was her refusal to slay the stag that gave us this bounty she said, gesturing to the food. That stag was sacred to the goddess - and while she knew of our need, and would not have begrudged us its flesh, Dianas sacrifice in letting it go touched her. She was determined that we not suffer for Dianas generous spirit. Diana was blushing, and Eris was staring in frank disbelief. This is... a gift from Artemis? Eris shook her head To us? Here? In our little village? The Old One nodded. No sacrifice to the goddess is too small to escape her notice, Eris. And Diana has always been a devoted follower of Artemis. Unlike some I might name. And the old ones bleary eyes were suddenly quite sharp as they stared at Eris.
Diana was shaking her head. But me? She took notice of me? The Old One nodded Indeed. It is easy to give to the gods in time of plenty, child. But to do so in time of need requires true devotion. The Old One took her hand And to see the stag for what it was? That was special, child. Few hunters would have seen farther than the need to quiet the hunger pains of their kin.
The Old One went to one of the tables, and reverently lifted an object wrapped in snow-white linen. Which is, no doubt, why I was given this. And she removed the wrappings to reveal a golden laurel of victory, which she placed on Dianas head. This is the favor of Artemis, Diana. It carries her blessings, and - if you wish, grants you the chance to compete at the waxing of the moon to become one of her Companions - to join her on Olympus itself!
Diana didnt know what to say. This was the most astonishing day of her young life - and the happiest. She could imagine nothing better. Oh, is it true? Can it be? Oh, yes, yes Old One. Even if I fail, to even compete is more honor than I could ever have dreamed. The celebratory feast went on long into the night, and at the next waxing of the moon, the entire village turned out to wish her well.
Goodbye, Diana Eris hugged her tightly I will miss you, you know. And whos going to keep me on the straight and narrow when youre gone? she asked, with an impish grin. Paulos? Or maybe Miklos? Diana grinned back at her friend. Im sure youll find someone to keep you company, Eris. Her friend blushed, and punched her lightly in the arm. You! Her expression turned serious Good luck, Diana, I know youll do well - and I have a feeling about this. I think youll win. Diana smiled. Oh, Eris. I will do my best - but surely in all the world, there is one better than I? Eris shrugged. Perhaps - but youve always been special, Diana - everyone knows it. And as I said, I have a feeling... Diana said the rest of her goodbyes, and followed the Old One up the hill to the temple.
Their humble temple was open to the sky, and nothing like the grand stone structures shed heard tell of in the cities. But the shrines were well-kept, and the villagers gave them the honor they could. Standing in the ring of columns, the old one chanted in a circle, and then raised her hands to the heavens with a cry. Diana had not seen it come, but there, dim in the moonlight, was the stag. Go, child, follow the stag whose life you spared if you can, and it will lead you to the goddess. And with that, the stag bounded off into the night, with Diana in pursuit.
The stag led her on a merry chase; had she been less skilled a tracker, or less wise in the ways of the forest, she would surely have lost her quarry. But she was skilled so, as dawn broke, she found herself following the stag into another clearing with pavilions and merry banners. She had arrived!
Central in the clearing was a shrine to the goddess. Tired as she was, she thanked the stag for the chase, and went to the shrine to give her thanks to the goddess. A feeling of benison came over her, and her fatigue was banished. Overwhelmed by the presence of divinity, she hardly noticed her rough homespun had been changed to shining white linens, or that her long hair was now cleaned and beautifully brushed until it glistened.
She rose, to find a priestess behind her. Greetings, Diana. I bid you welcome, in the name of our goddess. Diana bowed I give praise to her, and thanks to you who greet me. It is the greatest honor I could imagine to even be here. She smiled. But I know nothing of what I must do. The priestess returned her smile You have already passed the first test, Diana. Few indeed are those who can track one of our goddesss stags through the forest of the night. One other has done so this day, but there may yet be more. Come ye now, and meet your competitor. Diana followed the priestess to the large pavilion, where there were bows in a rack - bows such as she had never seen the like of, and another young woman stood - admiring them.
Hello, said Diana. Im Diana of Palamas, its such an honor to be here, isnt it? The other woman turned, and smiled at Diana. Oh, it is - I could hardly believe it. But Im really here! Oh - my name is Althea. Im from Brauron. She shook her head That stag was nothing but trouble. He nearly lost me more than once. I should have guessed it was a test. And they were off, regaling each other with the stories of their nighttime tracking of their stags.
They had moved on to examining the bows, when a third joined them Oh, them? came a voice from behind them. A priestess and another young woman were there when they turned. This is Tiana - from Athens. said the priestess, as Tiana walked by them and picked up a bow. Yes, she said, as she gave the bow a glance. I won the Games in Athens. Whose Games did you win? she asked. They looked at each other in puzzlement. The priestess chimed in These are Diana, and Althea. They, like you, honored the goddess and were chosen to compete. The others failed to find their way here, so on the morrow, the three of you will take the second task. There is food and refreshment in plenty, a shrine for your devotions, and a pavilion for each of you to take your rest in. Enjoy the day, and I will wake you in the morning. She bowed and left.
Tiana looked at them Which city? she asked. Diana shrugged Palamas, but its not a city - its a little farming village. Althea nodded Im from Brauron. Tiana frowned Ive never heard of either of them - however did you both make it here? Althea told her story of saving the promised of Artemis from bandits with her bow, and Diana told her story of the stag. While Althea was impressed (as Diana had been of her bravery against the bandits), Tiana looked bored. Ah, yes - well I suppose these rustic traditions must have some standing with the goddess. And with that, she dismissed the other two as beneath her notice. Diana was very glad Althea was here she didnt much like Tiana, and the company was most welcome.
She slept well, on the most comfortable bed she had ever slept in. She awoke refreshed, to find a priestess standing over her. Good morning, Diana. I trust you slept well? she asked. Oh, it was the most restful nights sleep Ive ever had. I feel ready for anything! Diana exclaimed. The priestess smiled, Then you should break your fast with the others, and we can begin. Breakfast was not a long affair - they were all too eager to begin to have much interest in mere food. The priestess led them to the clearing, where they were to compete in a variety of tests of physical skill, reflexes, and coordination.
All of them were in splendid condition, and there was little to choose between them in any of the contests. Still, at the end of the mornings competition, Tiana was in first, Althea was in second place, and Diana was last. While disappointed she hadnt beaten Tiana, Diana had done her best and knew it. And the contests of running, leaping, throwing and climbing had been great fun - with Althea, at least, enjoying herself as much as Diana had. Tiana had been deathly serious about all the contests, muttering darkly on the sole occasion she had lost.
We will now break for a meal, and there is a bath that you may use to refresh yourselves in. Said the priestess, gesturing to a glittering pool near the edge of the clearing. Diana thought it looked lovely, and she made a break for it, with Althea not far behind. Tiana sniffed at their antics, and headed for the tables with their luncheon. The other two didnt spend long in the bath, but the water was the perfect temperature, and after being dried and dressed again by the attending priestesses, Diana felt much recovered from the mornings exertions. Althea seemed refreshed as well.
The afternoons contest was to be archery. The targets were to be set at 100 meters, and would be moved 50 meters farther with each salvo, until there was a victor. The three chose their bows, strung them, and were given a time to practice. Dianas bow felt like it was a part of her - she couldnt imagine missing with it. Althea had trouble keeping her hands from caressing hers long enough to string it. Tiana didnt seem to find anything admirable about hers - but strung it and waited, impatiently, for the others.
They were as well-matched in archery as in fitness. All the shots were in the heart-ring at 100, 150, 200 and 250 meters. Althea grinned, delightedly, at Diana. Triana scowled. The targets were moved back to 300 meters and on the command, all three let fly. Althea and Diana hit the heart-ring again, but Triana missed. Not by much, but it was clearly out of the center target. Furious, she claimed she hadnt been ready, and that it wasnt a fair flight. Diana looked a question at Althea, who shrugged. Diana spoke to the priestess If Triana would like another flight, we have no objection. The goddess must have the best. Althea nodded in agreement. Very well, said the priestess. So shall it be. Another flight at 300 then. The three pulled another arrow from their quivers, braced, set, drew.... and released on the signal. The arrows made their graceful arcs under the blue sky, and landed with a thwok in the targets. Again, Althea and Diana were in the heart-ring, and again, Triana was not.
Triana cursed, vehemently. The skies grew dark, and a menacing rumble of thunder echoed around the clearing. The priestess frowned at Triana. Do not mock the goddess, Triana. You have been bested in this challenge. You will Triana threw down the bow, and stormed off I will depart, as clearly I am too good for this charade. Imagine! Some peasant from the back of the beyond! another rumble of thunder, and Triana was gone. The priestess shook her head. She has not been harmed - yet. But if she does not control her temper... The skies had returned to their former beauty, and the targets were moved to 350 meters, then 400. Finally, Althea missed the heart-ring by a fingers-breadth. She hugged Diana, That was amazing! Thats the most astonishing shot Ive ever seen! Diana grinned back Its these bows - I feel as if its a part of me - Ive never shot so far in my life. The priestess smiled at the two. The bows are yours; even should you not be chosen, they are your gift from the goddess for the honor you have done her this day. The two girls hugged each other in delight.
The priestess beckoned them to the smaller pavilions. The final test will be tonight. You may enjoy yourselves for the rest of the afternoon, and when you awaken, the Companion will have been chosen.
Althea and Diana spent the rest of the day admiring the forest, talking about their villages, friends, and families. They tried increasingly-improbable shots with their bows, and had another good soak in the baths. Then they wished each other good fortune and retired for the night, and whatever challenge it would bring.
Diana dreamt. She saw herself, as if there were two of her. One was a Huntress; she tracked game across the very slopes of Olympus, feasted in the company of the gods, and fought the foes of her goddess. It was a life of excitement, danger, and challenge. She saw it end in many ways - on the horns of a boar, the spears of soldiers, and under avalanches in far-away lands. She was always young and vigorous when the end came - and she was never done. In the other life she was a Mother; she had a loving husband, a hearth and a home. Her children played in the sunshine, and she was surrounded by her grandchildren when she was old. She died in her sleep, surrounded by those who loved her, in the fullness of time. She died content. She knew she could have either of these lives, just by choosing. And one drew her like a moth to a flame.
She awoke, the dream already fading from her grasp, to find the priestess smiling at her. Congratulations, Diana, Companion of Artemis. You have chosen. Diana was in shock - But Althea? Althea chose otherwise. She would not have been happy as Companion. She had the skills, and the gift - and the goddess honors her choice. But you were the one Diana. May you Hunt well...
And Hunt well she did, over the centuries. In time, she became Captain of the Companions, and was known on Olympus as the Bow of Artemis. Her skill with the bow came to rival that of the goddess and Apollo, her brother, but she had no other rival. They jested that only her love and respect for the goddess kept her from besting them, as well. Few remembered the shy, awed mortal who had arrived; bow in hand on the Mount those many years ago in the charming, capable, and graceful Huntress now before them. For Diana, it was a paradise.
Below, the ages passed, and the worship of the Olympian deities faded - but never quite ended. Along with the keepers of the true faith, came those who - through ignorance or malice - would distort the teachings of the goddess. Usually they were short-lived, misguided attempts by mortals to touch the divine. But sometimes the malignant beliefs flowered. And the goddess would send a Huntress to remind the blasphemers of her true nature.
Such was the case in the late 20th century. A cult of assassins had taken upon itself the name The Knives of Artemis - it was an affront, but a minor one. In the temple of Artemis on Delos, her high priestess noted the signs in the winds, but did nothing. Then, a faction of the cult recovered a text from the third century AD; the rites of the Sisterhood of the Huntress. A cruel and evil twisting of Artemis faith, it encouraged vile acts - including human sacrifice, to be dedicated to the goddess. Such blasphemies could not be allowed, and the priesthood of the goddess met in conclave to decide what to do.
Delos, late summer, 2009;
Surely the goddess will smite them said the Second. The Eldest shook her head In time, they will pay - but innocent lives will have been spent. The wheels of Olympus turn slowly, if exceedingly sure. And while the Knives are a violent cult, they have not been entirely without honor in the past. Perhaps they feel a call to the divine, and have been led astray? I know we chose not to reach out to them, but perhaps we should try, now. It is a risk, but if we can put them on the path to the true faith, much would be gained. There was a murmur of agreement. But whom shall we send? One of us? asked the Seventh. More discussions followed. In the end, they decided to send the most devout of their acolytes. If they wished to be guided, the bright light of her faith would show them the way. If they would try to corrupt her, they would fail on the rock of her devotion. And if they were to slay her, the goddess would take her into her bosom, and the Knives would know retribution. They put their plan to the acolyte, who agreed on all three points, and was eager to take on her missionary task.
Rome International Airport, Autumn, 2009;
Helena Palme looked nervously at the instruction card in the seat-pocket of the plane. First time in the air? A steward asked, kindly, of the pretty young passenger in 31C. Yes, she blushed, prettily, Im going to Paragon City.
Woods, somewhere outside Paragon City, some weeks later;
Goddess of the Hunt, hear our prayers; Take this unbeliever, take her blood shed by your servants, that we may spread the Sisterhood to all and strike down those who are unworthy! The serrated blade made its arc in the firelight, intersecting Helenas throat where she had fallen after the long chase.
Olympus, the Temple of Artemis;
Helena rose, her hand to her throat. The blade had... She was... And then she looked around. She was no longer in the woods, running from those terrible, violent, misguided women. She lay, clothed in fine linens, on an alter in a temple. Standing over her, looking down kindly, was a woman in a white toga with blue-and-gold trim, long red hair, and golden sandals. She looked vaguely familiar. Hello, Helena. Welcome to Olympus, although Im sorrier than I can say that youre here so soon. My name is Diana, and I am... well, I am youre great-to-the-nth aunt. Captain of the Companions of the goddess. Mostly, they just call me the Bow of Artemis; I think they forget I have a name of my own, sometimes.
Olympus? Helena asked, sitting up. Olympus, Diana nodded. She smiled. Were you expecting someplace else? Helena shook her head No... Im just disoriented. Am I, am I ? Diana nodded, gravely. Yes, Im sorry to say you are, Helena. Quite dead. Helena was suddenly afraid at the expression on Dianas face. Ill be... dealing with them - your death will not go unavenged, blood of my kin. I vow that - you will be avenged. The fierceness left her, and she smiled again, But let us deal with that another time. and she led the shade of her distant relative to greet her new sisters.
...and so, my goddess, I cry vengeance upon those who have so defiled your name. Say but the word, and I shall return to the mortal realms and deliver them to Hades. Diana was on one knee before her goddess, her bow laid at Artemis feet. Rise, Captain. said the goddess. Those who would blacken my name will have their due, and their crimes against myself and your kin will not go unavenged. But I would not have you soil yourself with such as these. Diana frowned, As you will, goddess. But I would be more than happy to bring retribution on those Peace, Diana. I know the fire that burns in your heart, and I know you would take this task upon yourself gladly both for vengeances sake, and my honors. But I have my reasons, dear one. The goddess smiled Let there be a contest amongst your Huntresses, that the winner shall deliver justice on the blasphemers. Your will be done, goddess, Diana bowed, and left to arrange the tournament.
The Olympians loved an excuse for a party, and it had been many years, even by Olympian standards, since events in the mortal realm had so impinged on the Mount. The games were well-attended, and the Companions strove to new heights for the honor. In the end - after the goddess had reminded Diana that she was not allowed, herself, to compete Aenid, one of the younger Companions, won the laurel, and was given the task of avenging Helenas death, and ending the blasphemies of the Knives.
You are troubled, Diana. Yes, goddess. You have doubts of Aenids skill? No, goddess, Aenid is a warrior born. She will strike fast, and hard. These Knives will pay, but they are many, and she is one. I fear the direct approach so beloved by her will lead her astray. The goddess looked at her Captain. Did you warn her? Of course you did. Diana nodded, letting her fingers run over the glory that were the blooms in the gardens of Olympus. It has been so long, goddess, so long since we have faced a foe of more than animal cunning. She shook her head, The skills it takes to trap a wild animal, however canny, are not those that will ensnare the minds of women. Aenid listened, goddess, but I do not believe she heard me. They walked on in silence for a time, and Artemis spoke Soon we shall see, soon we shall know. Yes, goddess. replied Diana, quietly.
In a forest, near Athens;
Goddess of the Hunt, hear The goddess has heard you, unbelievers, and she has found you wanting. The voice echoed out of the woods, and the leather-clad Knives looked up who would dare? They had only a moment to wonder, before the rain of arrows ended their speculations forever.
Sister Asheena, Hand of Artemis, looked at the reports. Five. Five sacrifices interrupted. Five groves defiled. And we know nothing? Intolerable! The Blade knelt before the Hand I know, elder Sister. But we have laid a trap. We have borrowed a Zeus Titan from the Malta group. It will be near the site of the next ceremony. Excellent.
Goddess of the Hunt, hear our You have been found wanting by the goddess, blasphemers! Again the cry, the cry that five times previously had led to the death of the Knives who heard it. And so it was, again. The arrows pierced their hearts, and they died. From the woods came the Huntress, bow in hand. She recovered her arrows mourned, briefly, for the innocent lives lost and set about burning the unclean corpses of the blasphemers. As she did, she heard an unfamiliar noise something large was crashing through the woods in her direction. She turned as the Zeus Titan crashed out of the forest, and the missile pods opened. Aenid loosed her arrow at the same moment as the rockets blazed from their pods. Her shaft flew truly, piercing the bulletproof windscreen and lodging itself in the eye of the Blade behind the controls. But the rockets landed, and the clearing was a mass of flame.
Olympus, the temple of Artemis;
forgive me, goddess. I have failed you. The shade of Aenid was near tears. And Diana. You were right, Sister. She shook her head, I did not take heed of your wisdom, and so I failed. Artemis looked upon the shade of her Huntress, be at peace, Aenid. You shall serve me now as an acolyte in death, as you did as a Huntress in life. Aenid bowed, Yes, goddess. And she left, walking down the path.
Artemis looked at her Captain. Nothing to say, Diana? Diana shook her head, No, goddess. You know my wishes, as you know my heart in all things. I am yours yours to unleash, yours to withhold. It has always been so, goddess, for years beyond count. Artemis smiled, sadly, It is true; sometimes we of Olympus forget that you are a mortal, Diana. Your devotion and love have vouchsafed you a life beyond the ken of mortals, but mortal you are, and mortal you remain. Would you wish it had been otherwise? Diana considered, No, goddess. To change that would make me other than who I am and I am truly happy with myself, my service to you, and my life. I can imagine nothing better so, may it please you, goddess, I would not wish for immortality.
Artemis shook her head, And you are wise, even on Olympus Diana. And I have become accustomed to your wisdom, your grace, and the joy you bring to the Hunt. It would grieve me to lose them. That is why I did not allow you to return to the world below. For once you do, Diana. You may never return. You have lived among us for too long. If you return to the mortal world, you will live out your life there never to return to Olympus.
The goddess looked sadly at her, But I knew that would not dissuade you from what you saw as your duty to me, and your blood-kin, however distant. So I kept you here, by my side, and sent a child to do the task of a woman. They walked on in silence, as the afternoon faded into twilight. And what, then is your will, goddess? asked Diana, finally. Artemis eyes blazed. My Will? My will is that the scheming blasphemers pay. That their lamentations echo to the uncaring skies, that their wombs lie barren, and that wild boars should dig up their graves. They have defiled My name with unclean rites, they have murdered my priestess, and killed my Huntress. These mortals have lived for too long without a reminder of what incurring the wrath of the Olympians entails. I would have you, my Captain, go and remind them. Dianas eyes blazed in answering rage, as stormclouds wreathed the Mount. She knelt before her goddess, and swore that it would be so.
Diana was polishing her bow; the same bow she had won those long, long years ago. It was nearly time. Her Sisters stood in a gantlet of honor as she strode to meet her goddess. Diana, Captain of my Companions, Mistress of the Hunt, are you then ready to wreak vengeance on those who have displeased Olympus? Artemis was in her most formal regalia, on her throne, and sized to befit it. Beside her was her brother, Apollo, Hermes Messenger, and Athena, goddess of wisdom. Diana knelt. I am, goddess. Give me your word, and I shall go forth. Artemis nodded. It is well done, Diana. Your devotion to me and to Olympus has been noted by the gods. Your service demands recognition, and you shall know the bounty of Olympus.
Apollo smiled at her I will miss hunting with you, Diana. Yours shall be the Quiver of Apollo. It will never fail to give you the arrow that you require. Vulcan himself made this thing, which I now entrust to you. Use it well. Diana felt the quiver settle on her back, and bowed. Thank you, mighty Apollo. I will treasure it may its shafts strike truly.
Athena came forward, and touched her shoulder. Diana felt her clothes rustle, and looked down. She was garbed now in a black toga, with gold and sapphire trim. Gold glittered around her neck and arms, and golden bracers lay on her forearms. I grant you the garb of Athena. Woven by my hands, in black silk for vengeance. It will keep you safe and give you the gift of my wisdom none shall deceive you whilst you wear it. Diana bowed, deeply. Praise be to Athena, goddess. My thanks I will do my utmost to be worthy of your boon.
Hermes gestured with his staff, My gift, too, was crafted long ago by the Smith. Receive from me the Wings of Hermes. Your stride will be swift and sure, and you may take to the skies as well. Remember the glory of Olympus when you fly amongst the clouds. Dianas sandals were now winged, and likewise of gold. She smiled. Thanks be to you, Hermes Messenger. I will not forget. And she bowed.
Artemis spoke. You have been given mighty gifts, Diana. But not by me. Is there a boon you would ask of your goddess, before you depart Olympus never to return? Diana knelt, I have the gift of my faith, and the boon of long centuries at your side. You have given me the chance to avenge you, and my kin. I would ask for nothing more, goddess. Artemis smiled, Again, you show why you were chosen those many years ago Diana. Go then, with my blessings. May your path be light, your arrows swift, and your aim be true.
The forest outside Founders Falls, Paragon City;
Five Knives of the Sisterhood of the Hunt were preparing to sacrifice the doctor. A mere man, he was not worthy of a Hunt, but was trussed like any other game. As the Blade began the ritual, the other four stood at the cardinal points of the compass around the blazing fire. And suddenly, from the forest, three arrows pierced their hearts, striking them dead as they stood. A fourth arrow transfixed the throat of the chanter, cutting her off in mid-word as she too, fell dead. The remaining Knife looked wildly around, but saw nothing. Holding the bound physician as a shield, she backed towards the woods, blade in hand, when another arrow pinned her to a tree through her blade-hand. She screamed, dropping the sword, and the panicked doctor.
On her knees in pain, her raised arm still pinned to the tree she looked out into the night. Who are you? What are you? How dare you interfere with And striding out of the forest was a figure in black, with golden sandals and fire in her eyes. I? I am Diana Palamas, blood ancestor of Helena Palme whom you slew in unclean sacrifice. Her voice echoed around the clearing, as if it came from the very forest itself. I am the Bow of Artemis, the Captain of her Companions; oath-sister of Aenid, whom also you slew. I am the Huntress of the goddess on earth, and you have been judged and found wanting. You have been spared to warn those whom you call masters; the day of their judgment has arrived with blood and wrath. This is but a tithe of what is to come. Tell them to make their peace with the fates, for surely their days are numbered. While speaking, the woman had stridden across the clearing and ripped the arrow from the tree, utterly ruining the sword-hand of the Knife, and threw it at her feet. Take this as a symbol of your fate take it to your masters that they shall know, and fear.
And the Knife was afraid the pain in her hand was incredible. Taking the arrow in her good hand, she scrambled back, and fled into the night.
The bound doctor had been doing his best to wriggle away, but it was a poor effort. Diana knelt beside him, and cut his wrists free, and removed the gag. Are you wounded? she asked, her voice now gentle - no longer a thing of terror. N n.. no, he stuttered, Other than being frightened nearly to death. He swallowed. Thank you! Oh, thank you. They were going to kill me. For being a man, and for being a doctor. Diana nodded, and released his feet. The Bow of Artemis? Is that who you said you were? Are you a hero from Paragon? Diana smiled. A hero? Yes, perhaps so. From Paragon? No from Olympus. But I am here, now perhaps these Paragons can use another such as I? The doctor stood, shakily, rubbing his wrists Whoever you are, Paragon City can use you those madwomen arent the only threat here and anyone who can do what you just did, well, Im not the only person in the city who could use a hero.
He looked around Do you know how where we are? They had me blindfolded He gave a startled squawk when she put her arm around him, and they lifted into the air. Where is it that you wish to be? Diana asked, And where is it that I might find these Paragons of heroism you spoke of? And the Bow of Artemis flew off into the night, to meet her destiny.
Synchrotron, level 50 Radiation/Radiation Defender
Fighting crime on Champion since 2004
The Aegean, 211 B.C.;
Diana was hunting - the family needed the meat; game had been scarce of late, and her younger siblings were hungry. She was tracking a stag - it would provide a hearty meal for several days, if only she could catch up to it. She was woods-wise as well as the best tracker in the village, so she was confident. Still, goddess only knew what the day would bring.
She was carefully picking her way around some scrub at the edge of a clearing when she saw it; a magnificent stag, browsing in the meadow. She carefully braced, set, and drew the arrow to her ear. And then her eyes met those of the stag. It had ceased to graze, and was looking directly at her. I had not tensed to flee. It was beautiful. Lit in the early evening sunset against the shadowed trees, it glowed. And hungry or not, she could not kill it. As she lowered her bow, the magnificent animal bowed its head - to her? - And then bounded gracefully away.
Why didnt you shoot it? came a complaint from behind her. Eris? she asked, turning around to see her friend, sling in her hand. Who else would be able to sneak up on you? she said with a grin. Although today, I think even Stamos could have done it - you were just staring at that stag and blind to the world. Why didnt you shoot? We could really use the meat, and you know it. Diana sighed. Im not sure, Eris. There was something... special about that stag. It wasnt right to kill it. Maybe it was one of Artemis? The stag is sacred to her, you know. Eris laughed, dismissively. Oh, Diana. Youve been listening to the Old One again. The gods arent here, Diana, Artemis doesnt trouble herself with little farming villages, if she even exists at all. Diana glared at her friend Dont mock the goddess, Eris. Still laughing, her friend held up her hands, OK, OK, Ill stop. But if were going to find anything, it had best be soon. We dont want to be out here after dark. Diana had to agree - the forest was not safe at night. And since shed wasted so much of the day on tracking the stag, there wasnt much time left today.
The sun had nearly set when the two made it back to the village. No stag, but a brace of rabbits were better than nothing. As they returned, Diana fully expected to be mocked again for not bringing back the stag. The tale was too good to keep, and Eris wasnt one to let such an opportunity pass by. She wasnt a bad person, but she did love spreading mischief. They were both surprised at the scent of roasting meat as they approached the settlement. Someone had been successful - and there was the unmistakable sound of a celebration. They glanced at each other, and broke into a jog.
As they rounded the palisade, they saw a feast was, indeed, in progress. There were two large boars roasting over a spit, and a bounty of other foods piled high on tables nearby. Where could it all possibly have come from? As they stood there in disbelief, Neilios - the town elder - caught sight of them, and proclaimed loudly And the hunters return! All praise to Diana, whose wisdom brought us this feast! And she was suddenly surrounded by villagers praising her to the skies, while Eris looked on, dumfounded. Diana shrugged, and managed to catch Neilios eye. Me? How could I be responsible for this feast? Especially since she let the stag get away commented Eris, dryly. But the Old One heard her, and in her quavering voice replied But it was her refusal to slay the stag that gave us this bounty she said, gesturing to the food. That stag was sacred to the goddess - and while she knew of our need, and would not have begrudged us its flesh, Dianas sacrifice in letting it go touched her. She was determined that we not suffer for Dianas generous spirit. Diana was blushing, and Eris was staring in frank disbelief. This is... a gift from Artemis? Eris shook her head To us? Here? In our little village? The Old One nodded. No sacrifice to the goddess is too small to escape her notice, Eris. And Diana has always been a devoted follower of Artemis. Unlike some I might name. And the old ones bleary eyes were suddenly quite sharp as they stared at Eris.
Diana was shaking her head. But me? She took notice of me? The Old One nodded Indeed. It is easy to give to the gods in time of plenty, child. But to do so in time of need requires true devotion. The Old One took her hand And to see the stag for what it was? That was special, child. Few hunters would have seen farther than the need to quiet the hunger pains of their kin.
The Old One went to one of the tables, and reverently lifted an object wrapped in snow-white linen. Which is, no doubt, why I was given this. And she removed the wrappings to reveal a golden laurel of victory, which she placed on Dianas head. This is the favor of Artemis, Diana. It carries her blessings, and - if you wish, grants you the chance to compete at the waxing of the moon to become one of her Companions - to join her on Olympus itself!
Diana didnt know what to say. This was the most astonishing day of her young life - and the happiest. She could imagine nothing better. Oh, is it true? Can it be? Oh, yes, yes Old One. Even if I fail, to even compete is more honor than I could ever have dreamed. The celebratory feast went on long into the night, and at the next waxing of the moon, the entire village turned out to wish her well.
Goodbye, Diana Eris hugged her tightly I will miss you, you know. And whos going to keep me on the straight and narrow when youre gone? she asked, with an impish grin. Paulos? Or maybe Miklos? Diana grinned back at her friend. Im sure youll find someone to keep you company, Eris. Her friend blushed, and punched her lightly in the arm. You! Her expression turned serious Good luck, Diana, I know youll do well - and I have a feeling about this. I think youll win. Diana smiled. Oh, Eris. I will do my best - but surely in all the world, there is one better than I? Eris shrugged. Perhaps - but youve always been special, Diana - everyone knows it. And as I said, I have a feeling... Diana said the rest of her goodbyes, and followed the Old One up the hill to the temple.
Their humble temple was open to the sky, and nothing like the grand stone structures shed heard tell of in the cities. But the shrines were well-kept, and the villagers gave them the honor they could. Standing in the ring of columns, the old one chanted in a circle, and then raised her hands to the heavens with a cry. Diana had not seen it come, but there, dim in the moonlight, was the stag. Go, child, follow the stag whose life you spared if you can, and it will lead you to the goddess. And with that, the stag bounded off into the night, with Diana in pursuit.
The stag led her on a merry chase; had she been less skilled a tracker, or less wise in the ways of the forest, she would surely have lost her quarry. But she was skilled so, as dawn broke, she found herself following the stag into another clearing with pavilions and merry banners. She had arrived!
Central in the clearing was a shrine to the goddess. Tired as she was, she thanked the stag for the chase, and went to the shrine to give her thanks to the goddess. A feeling of benison came over her, and her fatigue was banished. Overwhelmed by the presence of divinity, she hardly noticed her rough homespun had been changed to shining white linens, or that her long hair was now cleaned and beautifully brushed until it glistened.
She rose, to find a priestess behind her. Greetings, Diana. I bid you welcome, in the name of our goddess. Diana bowed I give praise to her, and thanks to you who greet me. It is the greatest honor I could imagine to even be here. She smiled. But I know nothing of what I must do. The priestess returned her smile You have already passed the first test, Diana. Few indeed are those who can track one of our goddesss stags through the forest of the night. One other has done so this day, but there may yet be more. Come ye now, and meet your competitor. Diana followed the priestess to the large pavilion, where there were bows in a rack - bows such as she had never seen the like of, and another young woman stood - admiring them.
Hello, said Diana. Im Diana of Palamas, its such an honor to be here, isnt it? The other woman turned, and smiled at Diana. Oh, it is - I could hardly believe it. But Im really here! Oh - my name is Althea. Im from Brauron. She shook her head That stag was nothing but trouble. He nearly lost me more than once. I should have guessed it was a test. And they were off, regaling each other with the stories of their nighttime tracking of their stags.
They had moved on to examining the bows, when a third joined them Oh, them? came a voice from behind them. A priestess and another young woman were there when they turned. This is Tiana - from Athens. said the priestess, as Tiana walked by them and picked up a bow. Yes, she said, as she gave the bow a glance. I won the Games in Athens. Whose Games did you win? she asked. They looked at each other in puzzlement. The priestess chimed in These are Diana, and Althea. They, like you, honored the goddess and were chosen to compete. The others failed to find their way here, so on the morrow, the three of you will take the second task. There is food and refreshment in plenty, a shrine for your devotions, and a pavilion for each of you to take your rest in. Enjoy the day, and I will wake you in the morning. She bowed and left.
Tiana looked at them Which city? she asked. Diana shrugged Palamas, but its not a city - its a little farming village. Althea nodded Im from Brauron. Tiana frowned Ive never heard of either of them - however did you both make it here? Althea told her story of saving the promised of Artemis from bandits with her bow, and Diana told her story of the stag. While Althea was impressed (as Diana had been of her bravery against the bandits), Tiana looked bored. Ah, yes - well I suppose these rustic traditions must have some standing with the goddess. And with that, she dismissed the other two as beneath her notice. Diana was very glad Althea was here she didnt much like Tiana, and the company was most welcome.
She slept well, on the most comfortable bed she had ever slept in. She awoke refreshed, to find a priestess standing over her. Good morning, Diana. I trust you slept well? she asked. Oh, it was the most restful nights sleep Ive ever had. I feel ready for anything! Diana exclaimed. The priestess smiled, Then you should break your fast with the others, and we can begin. Breakfast was not a long affair - they were all too eager to begin to have much interest in mere food. The priestess led them to the clearing, where they were to compete in a variety of tests of physical skill, reflexes, and coordination.
All of them were in splendid condition, and there was little to choose between them in any of the contests. Still, at the end of the mornings competition, Tiana was in first, Althea was in second place, and Diana was last. While disappointed she hadnt beaten Tiana, Diana had done her best and knew it. And the contests of running, leaping, throwing and climbing had been great fun - with Althea, at least, enjoying herself as much as Diana had. Tiana had been deathly serious about all the contests, muttering darkly on the sole occasion she had lost.
We will now break for a meal, and there is a bath that you may use to refresh yourselves in. Said the priestess, gesturing to a glittering pool near the edge of the clearing. Diana thought it looked lovely, and she made a break for it, with Althea not far behind. Tiana sniffed at their antics, and headed for the tables with their luncheon. The other two didnt spend long in the bath, but the water was the perfect temperature, and after being dried and dressed again by the attending priestesses, Diana felt much recovered from the mornings exertions. Althea seemed refreshed as well.
The afternoons contest was to be archery. The targets were to be set at 100 meters, and would be moved 50 meters farther with each salvo, until there was a victor. The three chose their bows, strung them, and were given a time to practice. Dianas bow felt like it was a part of her - she couldnt imagine missing with it. Althea had trouble keeping her hands from caressing hers long enough to string it. Tiana didnt seem to find anything admirable about hers - but strung it and waited, impatiently, for the others.
They were as well-matched in archery as in fitness. All the shots were in the heart-ring at 100, 150, 200 and 250 meters. Althea grinned, delightedly, at Diana. Triana scowled. The targets were moved back to 300 meters and on the command, all three let fly. Althea and Diana hit the heart-ring again, but Triana missed. Not by much, but it was clearly out of the center target. Furious, she claimed she hadnt been ready, and that it wasnt a fair flight. Diana looked a question at Althea, who shrugged. Diana spoke to the priestess If Triana would like another flight, we have no objection. The goddess must have the best. Althea nodded in agreement. Very well, said the priestess. So shall it be. Another flight at 300 then. The three pulled another arrow from their quivers, braced, set, drew.... and released on the signal. The arrows made their graceful arcs under the blue sky, and landed with a thwok in the targets. Again, Althea and Diana were in the heart-ring, and again, Triana was not.
Triana cursed, vehemently. The skies grew dark, and a menacing rumble of thunder echoed around the clearing. The priestess frowned at Triana. Do not mock the goddess, Triana. You have been bested in this challenge. You will Triana threw down the bow, and stormed off I will depart, as clearly I am too good for this charade. Imagine! Some peasant from the back of the beyond! another rumble of thunder, and Triana was gone. The priestess shook her head. She has not been harmed - yet. But if she does not control her temper... The skies had returned to their former beauty, and the targets were moved to 350 meters, then 400. Finally, Althea missed the heart-ring by a fingers-breadth. She hugged Diana, That was amazing! Thats the most astonishing shot Ive ever seen! Diana grinned back Its these bows - I feel as if its a part of me - Ive never shot so far in my life. The priestess smiled at the two. The bows are yours; even should you not be chosen, they are your gift from the goddess for the honor you have done her this day. The two girls hugged each other in delight.
The priestess beckoned them to the smaller pavilions. The final test will be tonight. You may enjoy yourselves for the rest of the afternoon, and when you awaken, the Companion will have been chosen.
Althea and Diana spent the rest of the day admiring the forest, talking about their villages, friends, and families. They tried increasingly-improbable shots with their bows, and had another good soak in the baths. Then they wished each other good fortune and retired for the night, and whatever challenge it would bring.
Diana dreamt. She saw herself, as if there were two of her. One was a Huntress; she tracked game across the very slopes of Olympus, feasted in the company of the gods, and fought the foes of her goddess. It was a life of excitement, danger, and challenge. She saw it end in many ways - on the horns of a boar, the spears of soldiers, and under avalanches in far-away lands. She was always young and vigorous when the end came - and she was never done. In the other life she was a Mother; she had a loving husband, a hearth and a home. Her children played in the sunshine, and she was surrounded by her grandchildren when she was old. She died in her sleep, surrounded by those who loved her, in the fullness of time. She died content. She knew she could have either of these lives, just by choosing. And one drew her like a moth to a flame.
She awoke, the dream already fading from her grasp, to find the priestess smiling at her. Congratulations, Diana, Companion of Artemis. You have chosen. Diana was in shock - But Althea? Althea chose otherwise. She would not have been happy as Companion. She had the skills, and the gift - and the goddess honors her choice. But you were the one Diana. May you Hunt well...
And Hunt well she did, over the centuries. In time, she became Captain of the Companions, and was known on Olympus as the Bow of Artemis. Her skill with the bow came to rival that of the goddess and Apollo, her brother, but she had no other rival. They jested that only her love and respect for the goddess kept her from besting them, as well. Few remembered the shy, awed mortal who had arrived; bow in hand on the Mount those many years ago in the charming, capable, and graceful Huntress now before them. For Diana, it was a paradise.
Below, the ages passed, and the worship of the Olympian deities faded - but never quite ended. Along with the keepers of the true faith, came those who - through ignorance or malice - would distort the teachings of the goddess. Usually they were short-lived, misguided attempts by mortals to touch the divine. But sometimes the malignant beliefs flowered. And the goddess would send a Huntress to remind the blasphemers of her true nature.
Such was the case in the late 20th century. A cult of assassins had taken upon itself the name The Knives of Artemis - it was an affront, but a minor one. In the temple of Artemis on Delos, her high priestess noted the signs in the winds, but did nothing. Then, a faction of the cult recovered a text from the third century AD; the rites of the Sisterhood of the Huntress. A cruel and evil twisting of Artemis faith, it encouraged vile acts - including human sacrifice, to be dedicated to the goddess. Such blasphemies could not be allowed, and the priesthood of the goddess met in conclave to decide what to do.
Delos, late summer, 2009;
Surely the goddess will smite them said the Second. The Eldest shook her head In time, they will pay - but innocent lives will have been spent. The wheels of Olympus turn slowly, if exceedingly sure. And while the Knives are a violent cult, they have not been entirely without honor in the past. Perhaps they feel a call to the divine, and have been led astray? I know we chose not to reach out to them, but perhaps we should try, now. It is a risk, but if we can put them on the path to the true faith, much would be gained. There was a murmur of agreement. But whom shall we send? One of us? asked the Seventh. More discussions followed. In the end, they decided to send the most devout of their acolytes. If they wished to be guided, the bright light of her faith would show them the way. If they would try to corrupt her, they would fail on the rock of her devotion. And if they were to slay her, the goddess would take her into her bosom, and the Knives would know retribution. They put their plan to the acolyte, who agreed on all three points, and was eager to take on her missionary task.
Rome International Airport, Autumn, 2009;
Helena Palme looked nervously at the instruction card in the seat-pocket of the plane. First time in the air? A steward asked, kindly, of the pretty young passenger in 31C. Yes, she blushed, prettily, Im going to Paragon City.
Woods, somewhere outside Paragon City, some weeks later;
Goddess of the Hunt, hear our prayers; Take this unbeliever, take her blood shed by your servants, that we may spread the Sisterhood to all and strike down those who are unworthy! The serrated blade made its arc in the firelight, intersecting Helenas throat where she had fallen after the long chase.
Olympus, the Temple of Artemis;
Helena rose, her hand to her throat. The blade had... She was... And then she looked around. She was no longer in the woods, running from those terrible, violent, misguided women. She lay, clothed in fine linens, on an alter in a temple. Standing over her, looking down kindly, was a woman in a white toga with blue-and-gold trim, long red hair, and golden sandals. She looked vaguely familiar. Hello, Helena. Welcome to Olympus, although Im sorrier than I can say that youre here so soon. My name is Diana, and I am... well, I am youre great-to-the-nth aunt. Captain of the Companions of the goddess. Mostly, they just call me the Bow of Artemis; I think they forget I have a name of my own, sometimes.
Olympus? Helena asked, sitting up. Olympus, Diana nodded. She smiled. Were you expecting someplace else? Helena shook her head No... Im just disoriented. Am I, am I ? Diana nodded, gravely. Yes, Im sorry to say you are, Helena. Quite dead. Helena was suddenly afraid at the expression on Dianas face. Ill be... dealing with them - your death will not go unavenged, blood of my kin. I vow that - you will be avenged. The fierceness left her, and she smiled again, But let us deal with that another time. and she led the shade of her distant relative to greet her new sisters.
...and so, my goddess, I cry vengeance upon those who have so defiled your name. Say but the word, and I shall return to the mortal realms and deliver them to Hades. Diana was on one knee before her goddess, her bow laid at Artemis feet. Rise, Captain. said the goddess. Those who would blacken my name will have their due, and their crimes against myself and your kin will not go unavenged. But I would not have you soil yourself with such as these. Diana frowned, As you will, goddess. But I would be more than happy to bring retribution on those Peace, Diana. I know the fire that burns in your heart, and I know you would take this task upon yourself gladly both for vengeances sake, and my honors. But I have my reasons, dear one. The goddess smiled Let there be a contest amongst your Huntresses, that the winner shall deliver justice on the blasphemers. Your will be done, goddess, Diana bowed, and left to arrange the tournament.
The Olympians loved an excuse for a party, and it had been many years, even by Olympian standards, since events in the mortal realm had so impinged on the Mount. The games were well-attended, and the Companions strove to new heights for the honor. In the end - after the goddess had reminded Diana that she was not allowed, herself, to compete Aenid, one of the younger Companions, won the laurel, and was given the task of avenging Helenas death, and ending the blasphemies of the Knives.
You are troubled, Diana. Yes, goddess. You have doubts of Aenids skill? No, goddess, Aenid is a warrior born. She will strike fast, and hard. These Knives will pay, but they are many, and she is one. I fear the direct approach so beloved by her will lead her astray. The goddess looked at her Captain. Did you warn her? Of course you did. Diana nodded, letting her fingers run over the glory that were the blooms in the gardens of Olympus. It has been so long, goddess, so long since we have faced a foe of more than animal cunning. She shook her head, The skills it takes to trap a wild animal, however canny, are not those that will ensnare the minds of women. Aenid listened, goddess, but I do not believe she heard me. They walked on in silence for a time, and Artemis spoke Soon we shall see, soon we shall know. Yes, goddess. replied Diana, quietly.
In a forest, near Athens;
Goddess of the Hunt, hear The goddess has heard you, unbelievers, and she has found you wanting. The voice echoed out of the woods, and the leather-clad Knives looked up who would dare? They had only a moment to wonder, before the rain of arrows ended their speculations forever.
Sister Asheena, Hand of Artemis, looked at the reports. Five. Five sacrifices interrupted. Five groves defiled. And we know nothing? Intolerable! The Blade knelt before the Hand I know, elder Sister. But we have laid a trap. We have borrowed a Zeus Titan from the Malta group. It will be near the site of the next ceremony. Excellent.
Goddess of the Hunt, hear our You have been found wanting by the goddess, blasphemers! Again the cry, the cry that five times previously had led to the death of the Knives who heard it. And so it was, again. The arrows pierced their hearts, and they died. From the woods came the Huntress, bow in hand. She recovered her arrows mourned, briefly, for the innocent lives lost and set about burning the unclean corpses of the blasphemers. As she did, she heard an unfamiliar noise something large was crashing through the woods in her direction. She turned as the Zeus Titan crashed out of the forest, and the missile pods opened. Aenid loosed her arrow at the same moment as the rockets blazed from their pods. Her shaft flew truly, piercing the bulletproof windscreen and lodging itself in the eye of the Blade behind the controls. But the rockets landed, and the clearing was a mass of flame.
Olympus, the temple of Artemis;
forgive me, goddess. I have failed you. The shade of Aenid was near tears. And Diana. You were right, Sister. She shook her head, I did not take heed of your wisdom, and so I failed. Artemis looked upon the shade of her Huntress, be at peace, Aenid. You shall serve me now as an acolyte in death, as you did as a Huntress in life. Aenid bowed, Yes, goddess. And she left, walking down the path.
Artemis looked at her Captain. Nothing to say, Diana? Diana shook her head, No, goddess. You know my wishes, as you know my heart in all things. I am yours yours to unleash, yours to withhold. It has always been so, goddess, for years beyond count. Artemis smiled, sadly, It is true; sometimes we of Olympus forget that you are a mortal, Diana. Your devotion and love have vouchsafed you a life beyond the ken of mortals, but mortal you are, and mortal you remain. Would you wish it had been otherwise? Diana considered, No, goddess. To change that would make me other than who I am and I am truly happy with myself, my service to you, and my life. I can imagine nothing better so, may it please you, goddess, I would not wish for immortality.
Artemis shook her head, And you are wise, even on Olympus Diana. And I have become accustomed to your wisdom, your grace, and the joy you bring to the Hunt. It would grieve me to lose them. That is why I did not allow you to return to the world below. For once you do, Diana. You may never return. You have lived among us for too long. If you return to the mortal world, you will live out your life there never to return to Olympus.
The goddess looked sadly at her, But I knew that would not dissuade you from what you saw as your duty to me, and your blood-kin, however distant. So I kept you here, by my side, and sent a child to do the task of a woman. They walked on in silence, as the afternoon faded into twilight. And what, then is your will, goddess? asked Diana, finally. Artemis eyes blazed. My Will? My will is that the scheming blasphemers pay. That their lamentations echo to the uncaring skies, that their wombs lie barren, and that wild boars should dig up their graves. They have defiled My name with unclean rites, they have murdered my priestess, and killed my Huntress. These mortals have lived for too long without a reminder of what incurring the wrath of the Olympians entails. I would have you, my Captain, go and remind them. Dianas eyes blazed in answering rage, as stormclouds wreathed the Mount. She knelt before her goddess, and swore that it would be so.
Diana was polishing her bow; the same bow she had won those long, long years ago. It was nearly time. Her Sisters stood in a gantlet of honor as she strode to meet her goddess. Diana, Captain of my Companions, Mistress of the Hunt, are you then ready to wreak vengeance on those who have displeased Olympus? Artemis was in her most formal regalia, on her throne, and sized to befit it. Beside her was her brother, Apollo, Hermes Messenger, and Athena, goddess of wisdom. Diana knelt. I am, goddess. Give me your word, and I shall go forth. Artemis nodded. It is well done, Diana. Your devotion to me and to Olympus has been noted by the gods. Your service demands recognition, and you shall know the bounty of Olympus.
Apollo smiled at her I will miss hunting with you, Diana. Yours shall be the Quiver of Apollo. It will never fail to give you the arrow that you require. Vulcan himself made this thing, which I now entrust to you. Use it well. Diana felt the quiver settle on her back, and bowed. Thank you, mighty Apollo. I will treasure it may its shafts strike truly.
Athena came forward, and touched her shoulder. Diana felt her clothes rustle, and looked down. She was garbed now in a black toga, with gold and sapphire trim. Gold glittered around her neck and arms, and golden bracers lay on her forearms. I grant you the garb of Athena. Woven by my hands, in black silk for vengeance. It will keep you safe and give you the gift of my wisdom none shall deceive you whilst you wear it. Diana bowed, deeply. Praise be to Athena, goddess. My thanks I will do my utmost to be worthy of your boon.
Hermes gestured with his staff, My gift, too, was crafted long ago by the Smith. Receive from me the Wings of Hermes. Your stride will be swift and sure, and you may take to the skies as well. Remember the glory of Olympus when you fly amongst the clouds. Dianas sandals were now winged, and likewise of gold. She smiled. Thanks be to you, Hermes Messenger. I will not forget. And she bowed.
Artemis spoke. You have been given mighty gifts, Diana. But not by me. Is there a boon you would ask of your goddess, before you depart Olympus never to return? Diana knelt, I have the gift of my faith, and the boon of long centuries at your side. You have given me the chance to avenge you, and my kin. I would ask for nothing more, goddess. Artemis smiled, Again, you show why you were chosen those many years ago Diana. Go then, with my blessings. May your path be light, your arrows swift, and your aim be true.
The forest outside Founders Falls, Paragon City;
Five Knives of the Sisterhood of the Hunt were preparing to sacrifice the doctor. A mere man, he was not worthy of a Hunt, but was trussed like any other game. As the Blade began the ritual, the other four stood at the cardinal points of the compass around the blazing fire. And suddenly, from the forest, three arrows pierced their hearts, striking them dead as they stood. A fourth arrow transfixed the throat of the chanter, cutting her off in mid-word as she too, fell dead. The remaining Knife looked wildly around, but saw nothing. Holding the bound physician as a shield, she backed towards the woods, blade in hand, when another arrow pinned her to a tree through her blade-hand. She screamed, dropping the sword, and the panicked doctor.
On her knees in pain, her raised arm still pinned to the tree she looked out into the night. Who are you? What are you? How dare you interfere with And striding out of the forest was a figure in black, with golden sandals and fire in her eyes. I? I am Diana Palamas, blood ancestor of Helena Palme whom you slew in unclean sacrifice. Her voice echoed around the clearing, as if it came from the very forest itself. I am the Bow of Artemis, the Captain of her Companions; oath-sister of Aenid, whom also you slew. I am the Huntress of the goddess on earth, and you have been judged and found wanting. You have been spared to warn those whom you call masters; the day of their judgment has arrived with blood and wrath. This is but a tithe of what is to come. Tell them to make their peace with the fates, for surely their days are numbered. While speaking, the woman had stridden across the clearing and ripped the arrow from the tree, utterly ruining the sword-hand of the Knife, and threw it at her feet. Take this as a symbol of your fate take it to your masters that they shall know, and fear.
And the Knife was afraid the pain in her hand was incredible. Taking the arrow in her good hand, she scrambled back, and fled into the night.
The bound doctor had been doing his best to wriggle away, but it was a poor effort. Diana knelt beside him, and cut his wrists free, and removed the gag. Are you wounded? she asked, her voice now gentle - no longer a thing of terror. N n.. no, he stuttered, Other than being frightened nearly to death. He swallowed. Thank you! Oh, thank you. They were going to kill me. For being a man, and for being a doctor. Diana nodded, and released his feet. The Bow of Artemis? Is that who you said you were? Are you a hero from Paragon? Diana smiled. A hero? Yes, perhaps so. From Paragon? No from Olympus. But I am here, now perhaps these Paragons can use another such as I? The doctor stood, shakily, rubbing his wrists Whoever you are, Paragon City can use you those madwomen arent the only threat here and anyone who can do what you just did, well, Im not the only person in the city who could use a hero.
He looked around Do you know how where we are? They had me blindfolded He gave a startled squawk when she put her arm around him, and they lifted into the air. Where is it that you wish to be? Diana asked, And where is it that I might find these Paragons of heroism you spoke of? And the Bow of Artemis flew off into the night, to meet her destiny.
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