• Sister •

"Your father means well, you know." A soft voice filled Artemis' ears. She turned to see the brunette haired Queen Iduna. Her mother. It was a known fact to all who knew Iduna that she practically radiated with peace and kindness. She was, in fact, both a true queen and mother to all. "He just wants to keep you safe." She added as she walked over to her daughter. Iduna was the image of grace, clothed in a flowing gown with ivory skin and soft blue eyes. She looked like a goddess almost. Artemis favored her a lot, but she had her father's spirit. She sighed as she shouldered her bow which was nestled against her armor. "I know." Artemis said quietly, admitting that her parents were right about one thing, they only wanted to keep her safe. "But I just have to keep looking, mother. I have to. I feel guilty if I even think about stopping." Iduna's expression softened as she walked over to her child and cupped her face with her perfect dainty hands. She looked into Artemis' matching blue eyes with a mother's love. "Oh, snowflake. Don't feel guilty. You know it's not your fault she's gone. It's no one's fault." Artemis shuddered to try to keep from crying. "I know." She whispered as she looked up at her mother. "But I just have to keep looking. She's alive. I can feel it." She said as she glanced down at the crescent moon necklace that hung from her neck. "I know." Her mother replied. Iduna's face was full of love but it also know reflected something more like understanding. She understood her daughter, she resonated with her. "I feel it too." She told her and Artemis looked up at her with a stunned expression. "You do?" She asked and the woman nodded. "Which is why I am telling you to go to her. But you need to leave before your father has another outburst or he may not permit you to leave." She said with a soft chuckle. With Iduna's blessing and her strong courageous heart, Artemis wrapped her arms around the woman in a swift and tight hug. "Thank you." She said softly. She would refuse to let anything else stand in the way of her finding her sister. "Of course." Her mother said as she stroked her hair. "Bring her home, Artemis."