I sat up abruptly in my bed, screaming. Sweat dripped off my hairline and my heart was beating faster than it ever had. A shiver ran up my spine, making me shake.
“What is going on?” I asked myself out loud. A million other questions were running through my mind. I felt like my head was going to explode. My sight started to blur and soon enough I felt weightless, floating through darkness and falling onto the cold, wood floor. “Ow.” I breathed, getting onto my feet.
In front of me when I got up, stood the girl from my dream. She looked at me with no emotion. Her shinning, silver eyes looking deep into my soul. She broke concentration to rearrange the pelt over her shoulders.
“What do you want? Who are you? Don’t hurt me!” I blurted frantically, without thinking.
“I would never dream of hurting a girl.” She informed me calmly, walking towards me. “I’m surprised you don’t know. I thought you would have figured it out with all the research you’ve done on the Greeks, Sophia DeMarco.” I searched her for answers, thinking of all the myths and stories I had studied over the last 4 years. The girl seemed so very familiar. Though I couldn’t figure out from where. I glanced back at her, a silver moon glittering behind her. The bow and arrow, the moon, the pelt, and her wisdom. But it didn’t make any sense. It couldn’t be possible. “The myths are not myths, they’re real. You’ve been chosen to be a part of them.”
“Artemis.” I gasped. I could barely breathe. Why was I chosen to be a part of Greek myths?
“Listen carefully, I don’t have enough power or time to answer all your questions right now. You will figure out the answers on the way.” Artemis told me, choosing her words carefully. “The Titans have regained power. They have taken over the bodies of mortals on their quest to take over the world. They locked all of the gods in the underworld and they made deals with Hades. The gods don’t have enough power to take full form yet, but we have broken free and those of us who are strong enough have inhabited mortals while we restore ourselves and become more powerful. You are one of these mortals; you have been chosen to lead them. You will find the rest of the inhabited mortals and tell them what is happening. Convince them to join you, however hard that may be sometimes. Some you may already know, and others you have yet to meet. You have my help, all you need to do is think and I will answer.”
“You mean you’ll be inside of me?” I asked. “The great and powerful goddess of the wild is depending on me? I don’t know what to do! I think I’m going to faint.”
“Don’t worry. You were chosen for a reason. You will do well. We all believe in you. I believe in you, and I will always be there for you.” And with that Artemis was gone and I was alone in my bed again. On my lap lay a large piece of papyrus, ancient Greek paper, and on it was a table with two columns;
My head started spinning and I felt groggy.
“What’s happening to me?” I asked out loud, desperately trying to reach Artemis.
“Your body is rejecting my presence; it’ll last a couple days, a week at most” Artemis’ wise, youthful, comforting voice filled my head.
I could hear my brother stumbling around his dark room across the hall. Through everything I almost forgot about him. We were so alike, and considering we were twins, it wasn’t that odd. He looked just like me, but blonde. I looked to my open bedroom door. He was standing there, his eyes dull and tired. His head rested against the door frame like he did when he was sick.
“Are you okay Eric? You don’t look so good.” I asked him, genuinely concerned.
“I don’t feel so good.” His voice was brisk and cracking. “My head is spinning, I’m hearing things and my stomach is not agreeing with me, this time I’m pretty sure it’s not because of mom’s cooking.” Eric lurched forward, groaning, my head started to pound and my vision blurred, and I could hear him start to breath deeply.
Could it be that he’s inhabited too? I thought to myself.
“Come sit down.” I told him, trying to keep my voice steady. I could barely think. The pounding got worse for several seconds, and then leveled out again. I could see Eric’s blurring form stumble through the doorway and into my room. My vision cleared and I watched as he moved slowly towards me. His arms were out in front of him, feeling around, so that he didn’t fall. When he got to my bed he sat cross-legged across from me.
Who could be inhabiting him? I thought. It was hard to think straight, but I tried to think about the common characteristics of each god. Eric’s personality could fit many of them. If I’m inhabited by Artemis, and Eric’s my twin brother, could Eric be inhabited by Apollo? As soon as the thought had entered my mind I was plunged into complete darkness. There was a thick fog that surrounded me, making me scared to move. A figure appeared across the fog, who seemed vaguely familiar. Curly hair swept across his forehead and bright eyes. He was happy and there was a youthful glow about him. His young smile rivaled his wise eyes. His voice was soulful and he sounded like he was singing.
“Congratulations Sophia. You’re a smart one.” He said, his sweet voice caressing me.
“What are you talking about?” I asked cautiously. “Who are you?”
“You know who I am.” He whispered. “That’s why I’m here. Every time you figure out which god is inhabiting who you’ll be visited. I am here because you figured out that I am inhabiting your brother. Now I will give you a precious gift from the gods, and then you will return to your brother and explain everything to him.” Apollo snapped his fingers and a silver charm bracelet appeared on my wrist. There was only one charm, a shinning, silver wolf. Another charm started to appear, glowing orange, when it stopped glowing it was the shape of the sun, and still a bright vibrant orange.
“L-L-Lord Apollo.” I mustered. “How do I tell Eric, I can barely believe what’s going on myself.”
“He’ll be one of the easiest. You are really close to him and he trusts you. He’ll believe in you simply because you’re his sister.” The god explained to me. His figure started to disappear, like the image on the television during a storm.
And then he was gone.
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