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font-size: 12px;">Athena. Dear Gaia, <i>Athena</i>.<br/>
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Her body was limp in the Titan's hand. Her head haphazardly thrown to the side like kid that suddenly lost interest in a toy. Artemis didn't allow herself to look at it. The scream that came from Hera's mouth was all the she needed to confirm the sight before her. Athena was dead, and they were next.<br/>
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Her bow and arrow always attached to her was now in hand, string cocked with a single bow. Eyes filled with tears and rage. Rage for her fallen sister, for her injured friends, for her own uncertainty. Artemis trembled but she was still willing to fight. Unfortunately she wasn't given the time too.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#11587e">"Take human form!"</span> Zeus's voice rang out, and the goddess grit her teeth. She didn't want to leave, she wanted to fight! Olympus was their home. They had to stay and protect it or else Athena's death was for nothing. Just as she let go of her string a light surrounded her.<br/>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:white"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0a3248"><i class="fa fa-moon"></i> <i class="fa fa-moon"></i> <i class="fa fa-moon"></i> <i class="fa fa-moon"></i></span></span>​</div><br/>
Artemis groaned as she awoken. Back to pavement, her head throbbed from the impact. Zeus could have been a little nicer with the sendoff at least. She let her body have a moment before getting up, Artemis was still stunned from the situation before. Athena, Gods of all people why did it have to be Athena?! Artemis loved that woman. Such a strong and commanding figure, still radiating with feminine aura. Athena was ideal in the young woman's eyes. The perfect woman she had wished to emulate, but there was obvious fault in that as the Moon goddess was naturally a child at heart. Regardless, Athena praised her when she did something good or scolded her for being impatient or rash. Like a mentor, to the young woman she was someone to follow and learn from. Now she was gone, forever.<br/>
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Artemis exhaled a large breath of air to keep herself from crying. How hollow was it now to be a God, to be considered Immortal? A whole lotta good that immortality did for the Goddess of Wisdom. Blinking away oncoming tears Artemis slapped her cheeks softly. There wasn't any time to wallow.<br/>
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Studded, fingerless leather gloves came into view as she rolled over onto one shoulder to hoist herself from the ground. It didn't take long for the foul stench of city life to fill Arty's nostrils. Gods, humans really were parasites. As she stood, she noticed no one else was around her, though she swore Hera was right next to her when the light flashed. Disheartened, she sighed. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0a3248">"Welp, this is just peachy."</span><br/>
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Looking around she took in the scenery. Mountains and hills, large aging buildings, warm air. Her eyes glanced at the street sign above her. It was Europe alright, and from the language she had to be in Spain. [color=]"At least it's not to far from Greece"[/color] She muttered. Now the question was, how does she get back?<br/>
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A wave of fatigue hit her. Sudden and strong the goddess had to grip the sign pole to steady herself. Was she inured?! She hurriedly looked at herself, but nothing seemed broken or wounded. Just what exactly was happening? Then she felt it, the draining sensation. Her godly essence was weakening with each second until Artemis could feel… nothing.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0a3248">"What the hell is going on?"</span> she hissed through clenched teeth. Who was doing this to her? Where the others experiencing it as well? Why was she becoming mortal?! Immediately she thought the Titans who had attacked them, found a way to their immortality, their powers. It made Artemis sick. Her mortal form, was now her only form. Desina Kajri, a mortal woman of eclectic interests.<br/>
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She didn't have her bow and arrows either. At the moment she was truly defenseless and alone. Her mind went to her brother. Apollo, where was he? Was he safe? Worry settled at the pit of her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to hug him, to be comforted by her closest family. She could only hope he was alive so she could embrace him late. For now, she had to move.<br/>
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She found shelter soon after. Not wanting to exhaust herself before finding anything or anyone of use she curled up for the night. Letting her herself fall asleep slowly. Her mind filled with peaceful memories of her brother. Hoping to help ease her anxiety.<br/>
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By next morning she was up and back on the streets. Thick weighted boots plodded along the side walk. Desina was looking every which way for sign of life. Odd. Though Europe was nothing like the hurried cities in America they still had people out and about during the day. But no one was around, no one to ask where she was exactly, or where to go to get back to Greece. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0a3248">"Where is everyone?"</span> The thought found its way out of her mouth as she stepped over a fallen trash can, careful of the broken glass. What exactly happened to all the humans? Just as she said that the young woman noticed a figure in the distance. Ah, perfect. Finally, someone could tell her what was going on.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0a3248">"Excuse me! Hey whoever you are!"</span> She started into a brisk jog as she called to the figure. They were the only two people on the street and yet they made no move towards her, not even bothering to turn their head.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0a3248">"Hello? Oy, I know you hear me! What's going on?!"</span> Frustration rising Desina's footsteps became heavy, was she invisible or something? Opening her mouth once more she stopped, as the human finally looked her way. Head whipping around quickly like they'd seen a ghost. Gaia, did she really look that crazy? Her sense of style wasn't for everyone but it wasn't as wild as it could have been.<br/>
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Regardless, hostility left her body, only to be replaced with caution as she ventured closer to the person. Something was, off. They made no move to speak to her or get closer, they just starred, hunched over and glaring.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0a3248">"Um, hello? Sheesh man you're giving me the creeps. Say something will ya?"</span> Her south England accent heightened as her concern grew. This was definitely a creepy situation. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0a3248">'<i>Turn around.'</i></span> Her body was now screaming for her to go the other way. Pretend that the person never existed, and she planned too. But suddenly the figure leaped at her.<br/>
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Desina yelled, instinctively pushing the aggressor away. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0a3248">"What the hell is your problem?!"</span> quickly backing away Desina needed to put as much distance between them as possible but that proved difficult as the human got up quickly, moving just as fast as before towards her. And good Gods was it fast. At this point the young woman had no choice but to run.<br/>
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Her feet carried her quickly, legs optimal for running long distances. It was easy to keep a good distance between her at the advancing human. Could she even consider it a human anymore? It looked sickly, eyes yellow and mouth black and foaming. As if suffering from severe gingivitis. At some point the running would be useless, as she would use all her energy. She had to find something to hurt it with. To stop it.<br/>
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Hazel eyes searched from side to side as she ran. Something shiny up ahead caught her attention. So, she ran faster, in order to garner her enough time to prep herself for the attack. Her hands picked up a pipe. It was rusted an old, probably was once used to push water to and from the buildings around her. It would have to do. Her leather gloves gripped tightly, like a batter up to pitch Desina cocked her arms back before swinging with full force at the human's head. Once on the ground she swung again, and again until the sound of its skull caved in with a sickening crunch.<br/>
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A sigh of relief left her. Though her body was still tense and hyper aware. She could hear now, the sounds of the city. What was once quite before, she could now her foots steps, shifting and heavy like the human's she just killed. There were more nearby, so she had to keep moving away from them, and hopefully to some shelter.<br/>
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Once again, she began to move, jogging now instead of running, keeping the rusted pipe clutched in hand. It would be stupid of her to let it go.<br/>
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She tried to look for places that could be easy to bolt up. An old restaurant of convenience store. Where she could easily move a couple of chairs or shelves to block the entrances. Survival was now the most important thing and Gaia be damned is Desina didn't try her hardest to make it through her first night in this hell hole.<br/>
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With all her jogging, and rapids thoughts Desina for a moment lost her vigilance. He body running into something hard. She was now on the ground, butt planted firmly. Immediately her hands where on the pipe, holding it out before her. Luckily, she saw who it was before taking a swing. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0a3248">"Edmund!"</span><br/>
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Her voice burst out of her in excitement. She knew his face well. Hermes, the god of many things, was a familiar face indeed. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0a3248">"Holy shit. I thought I was the only one here!"</span> scrabbling to her feet she helped him up a wide relieved grin replaced her scowl. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0a3248">"Are you okay? Have you seen anyone else? Like my brother perhaps?"</span> If he was with someone else, she would have saw them, or maybe not. Maybe Edmund was just as alone as she was.<br/>
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