Silver and Gold

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[Entry for Strange the Dreamer competition - Option One] Artemis and Apollo are brother and sister - two halves of a whole. Artemis has always been the wild one, the dreamer, the adventurer. But her brother has been torn away from her by a vengeful mortal angry with the gods. The sun has gone down on earth and the world is plunged into darkness as Artemis rallies together the greatest hunters the world has ever seen to save her brother, the only person who ever truly understands her. But time is running out, and in a month's time Apollo will die, taking he rest of the world down with him.

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My father's throne room was just as horrid as it always was. White marble covered the floor, reflecting the golden light that shone from the railings and the gates, and my father's awful throne.

I imagine that when he got Hephaestus to make it, he considered it to be a thing of beauty, something which would prove his wonder and his glory and his power, something to make his essence radiate to every corner of the world  and resonate in the hearts of every being under the sun. That tended to be his goal with these types of things. Now the throne didn't seem to delight even him. Zeus's eyes were cold like ice, and the lightning bolts by his side lay still and dull, their light and their energy gone, destroyed. 

"Father," I said, voice echoing around the room. "You summoned me?"

"Where is your brother, Artemis?" he asked bluntly, and I was struck by the boredom in his voice.

"I don't know, Father." His eyes gleamed an electrifying blue, and I shuddered a little at his gaze. "If I did know, do you not think I'd be there right now?"

My father chuckled, but the laugh was void of any mirth, and his eyes were dark and weary in a way I hadn't seen since the time of the giants. Perhaps that may have been the last time I saw him at all, before now, when everything he was seemed to be telling me to kneel, and I stood in the centre of that throne room.

"I suppose. Then again, you always did have better self preservation than your brother did."

I laughed at that, and just like my father's it was not a laugh of true joy, but rather one of patronisation, of condescension. "And you think that means I wouldn't do everything in my power to try and save him?" 

"I think that means that you would do exactly as you're told, so long as you believe that it will help to save you and Apollo." He stood up in one swift, elegant movement, and strode towards me from his throne. "So I will tell you exactly what to do."

He was towering over me now, with the height of a thousand mountains and as intimidating as another three as he unsheathed a bolt of lightning. "You will find Apollo. You will save him, even if it means sacrificing yourself. And you will make sure that whoever is responsible for this crime, whoever took him from us, from the world, pays with their life and their soul. Understood."

Perhaps it was my brother's absence that caused me to take on what should have been his words, his voice. I rolled my eyes with a crooked, lazy grin and whispered in a voice dripping with honey, "Whatever you say, Father."

His eyes crackled with lightning and electricity, and a gust of wind seemed to shake the room. "Do not speak to me in that way, Artemis. Do as you are told and return my son to me."

"Of course."

As if I'd let him near Apollo again. As if I'd let anyone except me near my brother again, after that woman, that venomous snake of a woman took him and scarred him - my brother, my brother. My father and I exchanged glares with one another, his eyes blue and my eyes silver, until he nodded his head, sweeping back towards his throne. "You may go, daughter mine," he said. "But be quick. I fear your brother does not have long left."

I span on my heel and strode from the throne room, unable to bring myself to spare a glance backwards.


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