Prologue
The storm outside was raging on and on. The thunder was continuous as was the lightning. It was so bright you had to look at the ground to make sure that you don't go blind. Apollo was walking down the hall toward were his sister was being held. He has been hunting the huntress for four thousand years, and he finally found her. Even though she is his sister he still hates he for putting this curse on him.
He finally reached his destination. The door was huge and gold. Even though she is prisoner, she still is a god and deserves the best. It was locked up with something that looks like chains, but is anything but. The door was very heavily guarded, but not by people. One, you have to be a god or anything bigger than a god to reach the door knob, but sense everything that was ever bigger than a god has been extinct for a while, it could only be a god to get in. Two, the chain was enchanted that is you didn't have the aura of a god to protect you, the minute you touch it you turn to dust and there is no way to be reincarnated or for you to move on to the next life, even if you have lived forever.
He had to turn to his god form first. He turned from a normal eighteen year old man with black skinny jeans and a bikers coat over a plain white button down shirt, tan skin and long blonde hair; to a fifteen foot tall man with the same hair and features, but a few things changed like his body set and outfit. He was more built and he had black fighting armor on with a bow and a quiver of arrows over his shoulder. As soon as his armor was on, his aura flared to life. He can't see it but he had been told that it is so bright it is like the sun but he can feel the heat of it and it made him feel safe and alive.
He then had to take the chain off of the door. There were only two ways to do this; one, you could strike the five weak points with the Godsword, a knife that is given to the strongest gods, or you could have another weaker god with an aura to weak to take the chains affects sacrifice themselves which would kill them but it would also destroy the chain's affect for a few hours before it boots back up, which give the second god time to open the door and get inside.
Apollo was one of the strongest gods in the kingdom, he didn't even have to think of the second option. All he had to do was hit the key points with the Godsword, which he had made appear as his bow and quiver of arrows. He could shoot as many arrows as he wanted and he never ran out. He took a few steps back from the door and took five arrows out and shot them all one at a time at the speed of light. They each landed in the middle of part of the chain and ended up in the shaped of a pentagon. Once the last arrow stuck a bright yellow light erupted from the chains and it went away in a matter of seconds. When the yellow light subsided the arrows disappeared and returned to his quiver and the chains fell down to the ground and turned to dust.
The door squeaked open like it hasn't been used in forever. Instead of a light coming out, it was pitch black, all you could see was the silhouetted white aura of a very small woman. Apollo could tell even if he had his eyes closed that it was her, he could feel the pull of his twin sister from miles away. He turned on the lights to get a better look at her, but she wasn't there. He walked in a little more to see were she went. "Hello? Sister, were are you?" He felt a slight breeze. He knew what she was doing and turned around as quickly as possible, but he was to slow. She grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off his feet.
"Artimis, sister, let me go!" he demanded. He knew that he was no match for his sister. He may be strong, but he is nothing compared to her. She is the goddess of the moon and hunt. She is swift, strong, and very beautiful. She was very small and petite, but that is the reason why she the most dangerous. She makes you think that she can't stand a chance, but then she just hits you and you don't know what happened. She had long red hair that glistened in the moonlight. She had the exact opposite of what Apollo had on. She did have a bow and a quiver of arrows over he soldiers, but that's not what I'm so scared of, I'm most afraid of the whip around her waist. One move and she will have the whip out and around your neck before you could even take a step to your safety.
"Why should I? I'm your sister and you hunted me down for the last four thousand years, just like me and my pack does!" Her voice was so smooth and quiet that it just made you want to drop down on your knees and pray for her to take you. He wanted to cry for hurting his sister so much that the only way to resolve it is to kill him. It wouldn't be that bad he would probably come back to life in a few hundred or so years if he's lucky, but she is his sister and she and him wouldn't ever hurt each other, unless it came down to it. He could sense what she was feeling just by the connection of their auras. She was mad and sad, but even more than that she was confused. Their whole life they had stuck up for each other, even in battles. They had gone through the pain of being a god together, they had even gone to hell and back with each other.
"Listen, I just wanted to let you know that I am not proud of what I did, but it was for the good of my kind and yours as a whole." He was a little scared of the fact that his sister was going to kill him unless he convinces her not to.
"No you didn't! You are jealous that your kind is weaker than mine, and that I would try to take your job and place, so I can be the moon and sun spirit. Guess what? I would never do that! You are my twin brother and I love you. Apparently that's a one way street." He could feel the tears start coming down his face, when he figured out the only way to get out of this was to fight her. He put his hand into a fist and punched his sister into the face. She let go of his neck and flew back into the wall. She landed on her feet and was crouching on the floor. He brought up his hand and in a second he had his bow out with an arrow at the ready. He aimed it at his sister and let out a sad sound to his and her ears. "I'm sorry!" and he let the bow fly. It flew right at her head, until she caught it and broke it in half in one swift motion.
"No! I'm sorry!" and before he knew it she was in the air and her hand and arm turned into one of a bear or wolf and she swung and his body. He felt a sharp pain and he fell to the ground. He couldn't more, but he could see and hear. He watched as his sister walked to the door way, turned to him and said "I'm sorry" and she ran down the hallway. He was crying as he watched her grow farther away from her, then he blacked out.
