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The tales always start with a young maiden. This young maiden enjoyed the hunt and all that came with it. The feeling of wind in her hair and the adrenaline rush making her heart beat faster and her veins light with fire once she started racing after a prey. The footsteps of her comrades and the shouts of the dogs as they gave way to the chase. To the hunt. It was all too enjoyable.
The tale never emphasised the enjoyment. No, the tales always emphasised the fate of the young maiden and nothing else.
Her fate was one ordered by gods. Though the tales never got it correct; never bothered with the truth, only her fate. Her fate was one where the Fates cut her thread. There were many paths taken until her thread was cut, but it was always cut.
One tale speaks of a child, mothered by the young maiden. Her thread is still cut.
One tale speaks of a bear; it's true form was the young maiden herself. Her thread was still cut.
One tale told her as a princess of a far away place with a far away life. Her thread was cut.
Many paths, the same end. She could never escape it. Every universe, every path, every life…it all held the same end.
The tales were all fabrications with a single truth.
That truth was that, yes, this maiden's thread was cut.
How this occurred is simple.
It started in a small village in Arcadia.
The sun reflected off the waters of the sea and the wind delivered a soft cold breeze to the town on the coast. One of the bigger houses, and the closest to the sea, was the house of the archontes and his family. On this day, the archontes oldest and middlest daughters were out on the beach. The poor archontes, who everyone had considered unlucky, had only three daughters. His first wife, their mother, was unable to birth boys and it had shamed him deeply. None of his mistresses had any boys either. If they had he would’ve ensured their lives were glamorous and peaceful.
He married off his oldest at twenty to his friend at the first opportunity to gain a grandson.
If his himself could not continue his line, then he was happy to allow his son-in-law to control it. Though, quite unfortunately for him, as soon as the girl got pregnant, her husband was taken to Hades' by an illness that the priests of Apollo had no cure for.
On this day, the oldest of the two girls cradled a crying babe in her arms. The woman softly shook her arms in hopes of quitting her son down. The other was looking out to the sea with a wistful look, something about the way the waters moved and the way the sun was shining made her nostalgic for memories that she didn't have and homesick for a non-existent home. She had always carried with her a soft interest for the sea surrounding their home and a far too strong attraction in the woods at the outskirts of their home.
Their father had never approved of this attraction that his daughter held and he made sure he was heard. Afterall, it was with his middlest that he tried the most. He forced her to all the lessons the older and wiser women of the acropolis promised would help her heed her womanly duties and give her a maternalistic outlook that will "definitely bless her with sons". She had always doubted it, found it ridiculous even; when she took the flame to Artemis' alters, she had prayed that her love for adventure, however quiet it must be, would never end. Sometimes, she'd pray that Artemis would allow her to become a priestess at her temple rather than a mother. Though that power did not lay with the goddess, it lay with her unwavering father who demanded an heir once she was of age.
Artemis was the most worshipped goddess in the acropolis due to the closeness to the woods. Most prayed to her to protect them from the forest and it's wilderness; to keep the civilised on one side and the wild on the other; some prayed for their daughters’ protection before they married and after they married they would pray to the queen of Olympus for that protection; the stupider ones prayed to Artemis in hopes that her twin would rid them of all illnesses. Of course, none of the priestesses of Artemis (all virgin girls who didn't want to become mothers, or worse, wives) would have ever allowed that, but they did it anyways.
This was pathetic and sad considering that, one, the goddess Artemis would definitely be offended and strike them down if they weren't middle aged women on their deathbeds. And, two, the acropolis had as many temples to Apollo as Artemis. The Twin Archers were worshipped together as is customary and while virgin girls worked in Artemis' temples, all sorts worked at Apollo's temples. Many of them happy to hear the prayers of wizened old women.
The only other god the acropolis had many temples for was Posideon. It was only natural when you were so close to the sea. Hestia's Hearth sat at the heart of the acropolis. There were several temples to Zues,no one wanted to anger the king of the gods, but it was only a gesture. Very few priests worked there and even fewer people went to him. If the forests whispered or the tides got too high, it is Artemis or Poseidon you pray to. If your problem was the disease or finding a beautiful wife, it was Apollo. Though many families had small alters at their homes for various gods.
The archontes' own home was familiar with them. His oldest daughter prayed often to Hera to keep her son and herself safe; sometimes she'd even pray to Aphrodite. His youngest daughter prayed surprisingly often to the goddess Persephone. While the reason for this was hidden to from their fathers, her sisters knew that it was because she wanted prettier flowers in the spring and she wanted flowers in the winter too no matter how ugly. The oldest of the three daughters chided her often, because how could there be flowers in the cold harsh winters? One winter though, they had found the prettiest flower in their garden alive and blooming. The middle daughter had alters to the Hestia, Athena, Artemis and every other unmarried goddess she knew of to keep her away from marriage and children. She was convinced it worked, because she came of age, become older, yet no suitor came to kidnap her from her fathers’ home and force into a life she wished to stay away from. Nor had any man ever considered her for marriage.
Callisto was her name, Virgin they called her and behind closed doors and hidden mouths: Unagreeable, unfortunate, unwedable. Though, of course, her status as the archontes second child kept her safe. Her sister's were Chrysanthe, the oldest, and Corrina, the youngest. And, she was happy. She was happy to be unagreeable. She was happy to be unfortunate. Chrysanthe, Callisto and Corrina were untouchable in the acropolis for their status. Callisto was happy.
A freedom came with the lack of a marriage, Callisto was able to finally see the woods and explore them under the safe cover of early dawn and late night. She was able to attend more of the temple of Artemis' feasts and ceremonies, telling people she plans to become a priestess. It kept the boys off too. For even without a marriage, she could not escape men and their lingering looks. With a marriage, she might have had some sort of protection. Without, random boys wanted to fool around with her. Callisto was not about to be made someone's tool, nevermind a man's, so she claimed to want to become a priestess of Artemis. Afterall, a man touching, harming or even looking too long at a priestess of Artemis was of great offence to the goddess. It was a good guise. Even her walks in the forest could be explained away, her attachment to her chastity and her strong dislike of men.
Now, as Callisto stared at that clear blue reflected only in the sky above, she had felt her sense of adventure return. She wished to take her sister and nephew and run in the forest for an hour or two. But, her sister wouldn't hear of it. No, her sister would be too scared to harm her son and would yap about how women weren't supposed to be running around the forest like hunters or madmen. Or meanads, but that was only a thought. It was never spoken in fear of Dionysus.
"Doesn’t the Moon goddess have women hunters as companions?"
Chrysanthe stopped at that for a second, still shaking her arms lightly. Her lips thinned, "That is different, child."
"How?"
Chrysanthe hit her upside the head, "Not for us to worry about that. We have our duties."
"What are they?" Callisto asked indignantly. "To be mothers?"
"Yes!" Chrysanthe said as if it was obvious. As if Callisto was being unreasonable. "Our duty is to marry and raise sons for father, since mother was no use."
"Do not speak of mother like that!”
"I speak of her as I wish," Chrysanthe said with an air of superiority. Callisto hated her sister for this. She hated her superiority. But, in this house, she was third of authority. After their father and her own son.
Callisto scoffed ignoring her sister. She turned back to the sea.
Wistfully and without thinking she softly whispered into the air.
“I wish to join the Moon goddess.”
Chrysanthe shook her head. Her sister was full of ideas and wild dreams, but she’ll come down back to earth eventually. Their world was not of myths and monsters.
However, Chrysanthe alone dismissed her sister. The early morning breeze would carry Callisto’s soft promise to the forests and the hills back to it’s mistress. Soon, that soft promise will reach the goddess herself.
For Chrysanthe did not live in the world of myths and monsters. Callisto, on the other hand, would venture further than believed possible.
The day of reckoning happened on a warm sunny day. Callisto was ignoring all her responsibilities as usual. What wasn’t usual for her was wearing a short tunic and tying her hair up, running around the edges of the forest in broad daylight instead of the secrecy of night. She didn’t venture too deep into the forest itself that day, always staying close to civilisation.
She had climbed a tree to see if she could. Grabbing apples from the top
Callisto saw the start of it.
A beast, at least three or so metres tall with spikes for fur, was meandering around the edge of the forest. Callisto watched it’s line of movement, how despite being so slow it was moving closer and closer the acropolis. Callisto dropped her apples, her eyes wide with fear. She quickly dropped from the tree, staying hidden in the bushes and trees.
The beast moved closer to the village still and Callisto watched. She had no spears, or arrows or swords here. There was nothing she could possibly do.
Callisto looked around quickly finding nothing but the apples she dropped by the ground. She picked up an apple looking to see where the monster had gone off too.
It was still meandering about. Callisto crawled around the trees, staying out of sight. When she found an opening, Callisto drew her arm back, sent a quick prayer to Artemis, and hurled the apple at the monster. It hit the monster square on the side, right below the eye.
The monster let out a mighty bellow and thrashed around a mock of human surprise. The beast looked around with keen onyx eyes, before continuing to walk. Callisto picked up another apple.
This time she hit it on one of it’s legs.
The beast bellowed again, kicking its’ legs out. It looked around as if intelligent, but as it found no one, it continued on it’s way to the acropolis. Callisto cursed under her breath, grabbing another apple planning on launching it. She jumped out of her hiding place going after the beast. She had no clue what she planned to do, but she had to do something.
When the beast stepped out of the forest, Callisto heard a loud whistle from the air and a flashing light made it’s way in front of the beast. The beast bellowed and stampede, but it did not cross to the village. Callisto heard shouts, whistles and dog barks. And, the beast only reacted worse. Running froward with it’s head bowed but whatever was in front of it did not allow it out of the woods.
An arrow whizzed past and pierced the beast. Another arrow whizzed past making home in the beast. Before the monster could react properly, twenty or so arrows and spears landed on the beast. It did not bleed. Such a beast and it did not bleed. That was the first thing that rang alarm bells in Callisto’s mind. She dropped her apple, her arm suddenly slack and heavy.
A beast that big should bleed .
Then, Callisto saw silver flash before her eyes. It hit the beast square and it…it disappeared. It fucking disappeared. Just like that…it disappeared.
Callisto turned around to see a band of women behind her. The women all had strange featured and were armed to the teeth. Callisto took a step back, but what really amazed and filled her with fear was the woman leading the band of hunters. When Callisto’s eyes landed on her, her eyes widened and her heart stopped. She inhaled sharply, the woman before her was not mortal. The very air around her was ethereal. There was nothing normal about her, Callisto was sure, for her heart forcefully stilled into a calming beat and her body relaxed instantaneously.
The woman had long flowing black hair, a small braid coming from the crown of her head to the end, tied off at the end and decorated with the smallest silvers that reminded Callisto of stars. Her eyes were the pits of a moonlit sea. Her round nose, rosy cheeks and full lips made her look youthful. The silver weapons strapped to her flowed into and out of her, making Callisto question weather or not they were a simple part of her; not additions to her figure. The leather straps on her forearms were decorated with silvers and golds on the stitching.
The woman smiled at Callisto, her smile warm and her eyes wandering, surveying . Callisto swallowed and despite the feeling of being watched making the hair on her neck stand up, the sense of calm never wavered; intensifying instead.
The woman looked her up and down, assessing her. Callisto cocked a brow at the woman awaiting judgement, the band of woman all turned to Callisto. The woman behind the ethereal one had all muscles and weapons that men could only dream of.
The woman behind the ethereal one asked her, “You sure?”
The woman, ethereal and graceful, smiled at her comrade, “We shall see, Britomartis.”
“She’s not much,” the woman, Britomartis, replied.
Callisto turned her gaze to the woman, her eyes squinting with disapproval despite herself.
“You,” the woman said to Callisto. “What is your name?”
Callisto looked at the woman strangely. Looking around her, Callisto saw that the women, aside from Britomartis, all looked either intrigued or bored.
Callisto shook her head, “What the fuck is going on?”
The woman was still smiling at Callisto, stepping forward, “What is your name?”
“Callisto,” she said, stepping back cautiously. She had no weapon. No way to protect herself.
The woman pointed to where the beast was, now only a mess of weapons and apples, “You threw apples at such a beast?”
A woman with flowing blonde hair that reached her bare feet laughed. Callisto turned to her. She smiled at her with a smile that made you doubt her intentions. Another woman with brown hair and sharp features grunted making the blonde giggle.
Callisto looked at the ethereal woman again, her head held foolishly high with pride, “I had no weapons other than a couple of apples.”
“You made good use of them,” the woman said approvingly. “You have a good throwing arm.”
Callisto lifted a brow, surprised at the compliment, “Thank you?”
The ethereal woman grinned at her, “Have you practised?”
Callisto was getting weary from the questions, but she was unable to stay quiet.
“A bit,” Callisto admitted.
“You’re good. Excellent actually,” the woman said.
“Thank you, my Lady,” Callisto said respectfully.
The woman with flowing black hair and twinkling eyes smiled at Callisto, “You know who I am?”
“I only know you are not a mortal.”
“Keen eyes. Ah, yes, I suppose I should’ve put more of an effort into looking mortal. Sorry, I ran off quickly. Aura is most likely dealing with my father and his wife.”
The woman with long blonde hair pouted, “It’s a shame she’s the only one allowed on Olympus.”
“She’s the only other goddess. Father has strict rules,” The Lady shrugged.
The woman with brown hair looked surprised and sharply asked, “You were on Olympus?”
The Lady nodded, biting her lip, “My father has called us all. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
“ That’s what you were doing?” Britomartis asked.
“Was Apollon there?” The woman with the long blonde hair asked breaking up the tension.
“Cyrene,” the Lady said sternly.
“What?” Cyrene asked. “It’s not my fault he’s hot.”
“He’s her brother,” Anticlea said.
“He’s her twin,” another woman specified.
Cyrene shrugged, “So, he’s my best friends’ brother. What of it? You’re okay with it, Artemis?”
“Just don’t scare him off,” The Lady said dismissively.
Cyrene smiled. She seemed pleased like a cat.
The Lady walked to the beast examining it. Her eyes travelled from the beast to the seemingly empty village. Her smile widened as she stared at the dead monster.
"Anymore monsters?" She asked Callisto.
Everything in Callisto's world stilled. Something happened as the woman stared at her. However, briefly. Callisto lost her breathe as if her very breath froze. And, for the very first time in Callisto's life, she felt seen. Not just her physical appearance, but her soul, her very being.
It was strange and Callisto found it hard to swallow.
It passed quickly.
Callisto shook her head, “No, my Lady Artemis.”
The Lady abandoned the monster, smirking at Callisto, “You’ll do wonders. I should introduce myself properly, then.”
The woman with the long blonde hair stepped forward, almost jumping, “She is our Lady Artemis.”
The woman with silvers smiled warmly, “And, this is my darling retinue.”
“What are you doing by our humble village?”
“Other than finding you?” The Lady Artemis asked. “Hunted a beast.”
“Humourous, my Lady,” Callisto deadpanned.
“I’m sure,” Artemis quipped back. “Now, you should head back to your home and we will return to ours.”
At this the women surrounding the lady Artemis all turned back to the depth of the forest.
Artemis smiled warmly at Callisto, “Do not speak of this to the other mortals. I will be seeing you, Callisto.”
“You will?”
Callisto never got an answer. The Lady Artemis and her retinue all headed back into the forest leaving Callisto there. Within the blink of an eye, they vanished into the air as if they never existed. As if Callisto imagined it all.
They returned to her groves. Aura was already in the spring, washing off and relaxing. The rest of the women wasted no time in stripping and going in the spring or lying around in the grass.
Artemis unclipped her tunic, taking off her crown and untying her hair. She sat beside Aura, untying her braid and dipping her feet in the stream. Aura had her head on the soil, her eyes closed as she relaxed.
She cracked an eye open, watching Artemis, “What did I miss?”
“An interesting mortal. That’s all. Where are the others?”
“Hunting, couldn’t handle the boredom. Hemithea is leading them. So, tell me more about your mortal.”
Artemis rolled her eyes, tossing some water on Aura’s shoulder, “She would fit with us.”
Aura looked at Artemis, turning around and placing her arms on the soil before lying her head on her arms, “So, you’ve made up your mind.”
Artemis turned to her, “Am I not supposed to have my mind made up?”
“Not that quickly.”
“Right.”
“So?”
“I don’t know, Aura. She was just…”
“Mortal?”
“Well, of course. I want to get to know her. See if she has what it takes.”
Aura shook her head, nodding over to Cyrene and Borea making out below a tree their hands all over each other.
“Those two are insufferable,” Aura said disapprovingly.
Artemis smiled, “She was just talking about my brother.”
Aura snorted, “He wants an apology, by the way.”
“I owe him.”
“You’ll make him wait.”
“I don’t know. I think she’ll fit in. With enough training, she’ll be exceptional.”
Aura sank into the waters, “Whatever you decide, I’m right behind you, my Lady.”
Callisto felt strange.
Her motions were not concentrated and her emotions were all over the place.
When she first walked out of the woods, she squinted her eyes at the sunlight. She had forgotten it was morning. The Lady came and brought her night with her or the illusion of it. The mess of apples and weapons left behind only apples.
She wondered if she had dreamt it all. Maybe it was a hallucination. But…no, it felt real. It was real. Callisto was sure.
Callisto ran out of the woods and didn't remember the journey back home. She got rid of her short tunic, wearing a proper dress. She went inside the main house to see Corrina playing with their nephew. Chrysanthe sat by eating with their father.
Their father looked up, “Callisto, where have you been?”
Callisto looked at him, trying to find her voice, “Um…the,uh, ocean.”
Chrysanthe stared at her, “Since when do you “um” and “uh”?”
Corrina laughed, “Callisto is losing it.”
“I might be,” Callisto said as she sat next to her younger sister.
“Don't say such things,” their father said. “It's detestable.”
“Yes father,” Callisto said automatically.
Quiet settled in the house as the two oldest in the room ate, Callisto got herself a drink. Corrina continued to play with their nephew, but she snuck closer to Callisto.
“Have you met a man?” she whispered.
The question sounded strange in Callisto's ear and after the ordeal, she felt it was oh so normal.
“What?”
“By the ocean?” Corrina smiled.
Callisto hummed lightly, “No. I met no man.”
Corrina smiled at her, “Would you suppose it to be nice?”
Callisto scrunched her nose, “Until he gets into a war and dies.”
Corrina let their nephew hold her finger, “It's strange that this baby will rule Chrysanthe’s life when he grows.”
Callisto looked at the baby, her heart still a normal beat. Her head still in place.
“Corrina,” she whispered softly. “Come with me.”
Callisto did not wait before she got up. Corrina placed the baby blasket close to Chrysanthe and followed Callisto.
“Where are you two going?” Chrysanthe asked.
“My room,” Callisto said.
Chrysanthe took the answer happily enough, handing her son to a wet nurse. Callisto took Corrina down a familiar hallway.
Corrina grabbed Callisto's hand, digging in her nails, “We're not allowed there.”
Callisto pried her sister's hand off, “We're allowed everywhere. It's our house.”
Callisto walked to the end of the hallway, pushing open a door. Their mother lay in her bed as she always did. Her face was gaunt and her eyes hollow. Her lips were cracked and her figure was so frail it was a wonder she was alive still.
“Mom?” Callisto called before entering with Corrina behind her.
The woman's face lit up slightly as she saw the two and her mouth turned into a small smile, “My darlings.”
Callisto sat by her bed, Corrina remained standing.
The woman looked at Corrina, “My darling, turn the candles on the altar. Callisto help me up.”
The girls did as requested. Corrina lit up the candles on the altar to Leto while Callisto helped her mother kneel before the altar. Callisto and Corrina sat either side of their mother.
“Admirable, isn't she?”
Both girls turned to their mother briefly, sharing a glance amongst themselves, before turning back to the altar.
“I wish…” Their mother started in a drawl. “That I had her strength.”
“Is that not why you pray to her? For her strength?” Corrina said in a hopeful smile.
Their mother ran her fingers through Corrina’s hair, “Yes, it is my child. But, no one could aspire to be like them.”
“Mother,” Callisto said looking at Leto's altar. “Can you speak of her children?”
“Her children?”
“The Archer gods, mother.”
Her mother quietened for a moment, “The goddess of the hunt and the god of music.”
“Yes, mother,” Callisto said. “Can you tell me of Leto’s daughter?”
“Well, ofcourse, she was born to Leto first. Her bow and arrow a gift from her brother when she first arrived on Olympus. She…um, I don't know else to tell you. Like her brother, she's the goddess of many domains.”
“Right,” Callisto looked back to the altar. “Thank you, mother.”
“Anything for you, my dear one.”
“Callisto met a man by the ocean,” Corrina blurted out.
“Corrina!” Callisto yelled at her.
“What a surprise!” Her mother said happily.
“No,” Callisto said sharply. “I met no man.”
“Then what were you doing all morning?” her sister interrogated.
“None of your business,” Callisto sneered.
“Your sister is right Corrina. You're much too young,” their mother said.
“I'm fifteen! I hear women marry at twelve in Athens,” Corrina said.
“I married your father at twelve,” Their mother said wistfully. “Had Chrysanthe at thirteen. Never made me a happier girl. It’s a miracle you’re married off so late.”
Callisto looked back at the altar, “Mother, when the Lady of the hunt comes, night must come with her?”
“I, uh, I don’t know my darling.”
Callisto quietened for a moment. She looked back to her hand, healed and soft and new . It seemed impossible that only a few minutes ago, an arrow had pierced it. But, it did. The pain was real enough. And, Callisto never misplaced it.
…Had it really been the Lady Artemis herself? It seemed doubtful. Why would a powerful goddess care for a small village? Why would she want to know Callisto?
But, then again, the beast was there and so was her retinue. In this context, it made sense why a goddess would bother. Callisto remembered the way Artemis spread her hands and declared that the women were her darling retinue.
Did a goddess really care so much for a mixed group of wayward nymphs and mortal women?
Callisto looked back to her mother. She wondered…
“Mother,” Callisto said. “Is it true that Artemis has a retinue of women alongside her?”
“You ask me questions I'm not sure the answers to,” her mother tutted. “Yes. She does. She protects her women as fiercely as she protects her wilderness.”
“Her women?”
“They are sworn to her.”
The village did not suffer strange occurrences for two weeks. Callisto had put away her conversation with her mother and more importantly the conversation with the goddess. It was meaningless anyways. Two weeks without anything meant that Callisto either imagined it or that it didn’t mean anything.
She preferred the latter. She did not want to entertain the meaning of meeting the goddess of the hunt. She did not want to entertain the meaning of meeting her retinue. Nor the familiarity they showed as if they’ve known Callisto for years.
The second run-in was on her. This time, she did not stumble into the meeting.
In hindsight, she shouldn’t have went to the forest again. It was stupid. If she had wanted to keep her life separate, she should’ve stayed away from the forest. Forever if she had to no matter how she hated the prospect. But, no, she was stupid enough to go back to the forest, following the deer like she was a child. While the moon was at its’ highest no less.
The deer lead her to a clearing. She knew the strangeness had set in and that the goddess was close when she turned around and only saw the forest despite walking for approximately five minutes.
A bright silvery light shined from the corner of her eyes. Callisto turned to see the goddess sitting on a log, petting her deer. She looked a bit different. Her wavy hair was loose and their was a half-moon in the middle of her forehead. Her silver weapons were not in sight.
Callisto did not move until the goddess’ blue eyes landed on her. Callisto bowed at the waist. The goddess tutted. Callisto stood back up and looked to the goddess.
“There is no need for bowing here,” The goddess said. “The wilderness here is mine alone, hidden from mortal and god’s eyes both.”
“My Lady, why have you graced this forest with your presence again?”
Artemis smiled at her, ”Tell you a secret? I met an interesting mortal here two weeks ago and I wanted to see her again.”
“But why?”
“I heard your promise. To become a hunter of mine,” The goddess tone was light as if she was joking. “I wanted to meet you. Talk.”
“See if I’m befitting your retinue?”
Artemis eyes were twinkling, “If it does not offend you.”
Callisto turned over the thought. A goddess afraid of offending her? It seemed ludicrous. Her lips thinned as she sank in her thoughts.
“Surprisingly, it does not.”
“Out of all the mortals I’ve met, you’re the most accepting of this.”
Callisto did not know what to say. She had still felt strange, she is meeting with a goddess. But, in her opinion there were two things she could do. One, lose her cool. Or two, go with the flow. The second option would always be her option.
As if the goddess could see into her mind, which she probably could, she answered her dilemma.
“You can speak your mind here. I am among the few who dwell often with mortals. I have heard worse than anything you can say.”
“And, how do you know what I will say?”
“This is precisely why I would like to converse with you.”
Callisto lifted her head proudly. She looked at the goddess with a curious gaze. The goddess smiled at Callisto warmly. Callisto couldn’t help the pull towards the goddess. Her feet felt like lead as she walked towards the log and took a seat far from the goddess yet somehow too close. Neither deer nor goddess moved though the look of delight on the goddess’ face was clear.
“I’m glad you decided to join me.”
“You didn’t expect me to just remain standing.”
The goddess considered her, “Of course not, Callisto. Alright. Do not consider me a goddess. Here we are simply Artemis and Callisto. Two women who happened to cross paths.”
“You are no woman, My Lady.”
The goddess laughed, “Enlighten me, Callisto. If I am no woman, what am I?”
“A goddess,” Callisto said easily.
“You are stars and I am a goddess, then.”
“Stars?” Callisto asked curiously.
“Yes!” Artemis said excitedly. “Not really loud, but still there proudly shining.”
Artemis explained this excitedly and her silvers seemed to twinkle even more. She seemed more like a teenager than anything. Callisto smiled at this, feeling at ease.
“It is rather fitting, don’t you think?” Artemis asked with a curiosity.
Callisto shrugged, “I can see why it fits.”
“Why do you think it does not fit?”
Callisto looked to the goddess before her. With her glistening curious eyes and her wavy hair wasn’t floating around her.
Callisto smiled at her apologetically, “I’m not sold on the idea of me being part of the stars.”
“I think you’d be the brightest star,” Artemis declared like a child not used to being told ‘no’ or even disagreed with.
“The brightest? I thought you said I wasn’t loud?”
“You aren’t, but I’ll make sure you are.”
“How will you do that?”
“Well, first I’d tell the world of you.”
“How will you do that?” Callisto prodded. The goddess clearly didn’t think this through and it was fun seeing what she came up with.
The goddess tilted her head. She turned to her deer, allowing it to sniff her hand. The deer licked its masters’ hand, laying it’s head across her lap. The goddess was in deep thought. Callisto grinned. Here was one of the most powerful beings and she sat there deep in thought like a little pampered teenager being asked real questions for once.
The goddess lifted her head, looking at Callisto.
“I could train you. Make you the best hunter to ever live and have you hunt beasts for kings until every kingdom knows your name,” Artemis said easily.
“Why would you train me?” Callisto asked before she got to stop herself.
“Not many women throw apples on beasts nor follow deers into the woods knowing a goddess awaits them. Do you have a husband?”
“No, my Lady. I am unmarried.”
Artemis considered her, “And, how old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
“I’m sorry but I would’ve assumed you’re married.”
“I should have been married at sixteen. My mother was married at thirteen. But, my sister was married at twenty. The village calls me unlucky, though.”
“Unlucky? How so?”
“I’d drive the men away.”
Artemis snorted, “You are beautiful so how would you drive men away?”
Callisto shrugged, “If you don’t feed their egos, they go running to a woman who will. And, I never bothered to indulge them.”
Artemis smiled, “Will you indulge me then?”
Callisto turned to the goddess, “You are worthy of indulgence. Men are not.”
The goddess smiled, “Is their company not pleasing to you?”
“I do not believe men are pleasing, no.”
“I thought one was pleasing once,” the goddess said nonchalantly. She smiled wider at the look of disbelief on Callisto’s face.
The goddess quirked a brow, “That unbelievable of me?”
Callisto came to her senses with a start, she flushed red and shook her furiously. “No, my Lady, I simply..um.”
Artemis giggled, sweat and light, “You are polite. I didn’t want him as my lover. I wanted him as a friend…well, that was before I learned he harassed my women.”
Callisto looked at her. If Callisto hadn’t known better she’d think she was a mere girl. The blaspheme in such thinking was not lost on Callisto.
“Your nymphs hold place over him?”
“My women and I have an agreement. They serve and follow me dutifully. Doing my ever command and trusting my every word for the protection against men. Against the expectations placed on them by men. If I turned my back on that agreement, I’d be a hypocrite.”
“They serve for protection, then?”
“Yes. But, trust when I say they are my friends, my comrades and my beloved retinue.”
“May I be rude?” Callisto blurted.
“You may be honest,” the goddess replied, a twinkle in her eye.
“Why have you called me here? Why don’t you go back to your retinue and your woods?”
“I wanted to talk to you. I don’t meet many maidens like you.”
“I see.”
The goddess grin turned wolfish, “I think with a little training, you could make a lovely huntress.”
“With all due respect, I am not a huntress, My Lady. I am, simply, a woman.”
“Simple women don’t find beasts in the forest. Simple women don’t run around the forest in knee-length chitons.”
“Forgive me then. I misspoke, but I remain a woman not a huntress.”
The goddess looked at her earnestly, “I could make you a huntress.”
“And, then?”
“Then, you join us.”
“I cannot leave my life behind. I am no huntress.”
“Can I convince you?”
“Perhaps,” Callisto indulged.
Artemis eyes twinkled, “Excellent. Then I will try.:
Callisto’s heart spiked under the goddess’ earnest eyes.
“Alright then, my Lady.”
Callisto could not deny a goddess. That was excuse enough to why she agreed. The forgotten deer lying by the goddess, nudged at Callisto before galloping into the depths of the forest.
The goddess stood up.
“If I am to convince you, then you must call me Artemis.”
“I’m sorry?”
The goddess smiled, “My actual name. Say it. Artemis.”
Callisto smiled, getting up to, ”I don’t deserve your true name, goddess. Convince me, first.”
Callisto bowed one last time and headed back to civilisation.
Artemis watched her leave. Her smile never left her, hurting her cheek. Convince Callisto, she shall. It would be her honour.
Their third meeting wasn’t long after; mere days later, Callisto saw familiar wavy hair and the ever present calming aura. To the naked eye she appeared as a regular women wearing a simple green peplos with flowers in her hair. People gawked and marvelled, but no one came close. Her piercing blue eyes coupled with her graceful movements was a clear sign of her true nature. Though to the people before them, she appeared a mere lioness.
She sought out Callisto. Her eyes searching and gazing yet only landing on Callisto. Artemis stood before Callisto, smiling, and for a moment, they were simply Callisto and Artemis.
Before they could utter a word to each other, Corrina ran straight into Callisto clutching onto her yellow peplos.
“Callisto, Chyrsanthe won’t buy me a hair clip,” Corrina whined.
Callisto was too caught off-guard at first, but then she came back to quickly peeling her eyes away from Artemis.
“If Chyrsanthe said no, then no Corrina.”
Corrina tugged at her hand, “But, Callisto!”
“No, buts. Chrysanthe knows better.”
Corrina sneered at her, before running off again. Callisto heard a chuckle behind her, she looked at Artemis who hid her laugh behind a hand.
“Lively, that one,” Artemis commented.
“Unhealthy so.”
“Your sister?”
“Younger.”
“I have two younger brothers. If my twin counts.”
Callisto quirked a brow, but dared not ask directly.
Artemis look was all-knowing as always, “I’m older than my twin by nine days.”
“I see,” Callisto said a bit miffed. “I will ensure two offerings to your mother, then.”
“How respectable. Thank you.”
“Ofcourse, Artemis.”
Artemis eyes twinkled, “Making progress already, I see.”
“You don’t expect me respectable after our last conversation?”
“I want you as you, Callisto,” Artemis confirmed. “Whatever that entails.”
“I will remain true and expect the same from you.”
Artemis smile grew softer, “Of course.”
Callisto allowed herself a smile, “You want to know the real me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then come. My sisters and I still have a lot of shopping to do.”
Artemis nodded following after Callisto dutifully. Callisto led her to two other girls. The older, most likely Chrysanthe, with her brown hair tied up neatly and her red peplos flowing around her. Her features were sharp and her eyes even sharper. Corrina with her lighter brown hair, softer features and baby fat was charming yet too youthful. Chrysanthe was the one with the basket. Agreeing or disagreeing to whatever Corrina presented her.
When Chrysanthe saw her younger sister with a black haired blue-eyed woman, a combination that did not exist on Arcadia, she was alarmed. Chrysanthe raised a questioning brow and Callisto smiled explaining happily. The story was that Artemis simply moved her recently living by the edge of the forest with her ailing father. And, isn’t it only right for Callisto to show her around, Chrysanthe? When asked for a name, Artemis gave Hemithea.
“Himethea?” Chrysanthe said surprised. “That’s a rather old name.”
“My great-grandmothers,” Artemis answered easily. “An honouring. Is that Hestia’s Hearth in the centre?”
“It is,” Chrysanthe said before turning back to her shopping.
Callisto smiled at Artemis, “Congrats. You survived her.”
“I can survive many thing,” Artemis said.
Artemis spent the rest of the afternoon laughing and joking with Chrysanthe politely, indulging Corrina on her wild rampages and smiling secretly or not so secretly at Callisto. Once or twice Artemis would ask a genuine question. Everytime she’d receive a genuine answer with a side comment from Corrina. Callisto’s sister did an excellent job of not excluding Artemis, asking her questions that she answered half-truthfully or including her in the conversation.
Callisto watched with rapt fascination as Artemis simply blended in with her sisters as if she’s known them her whole life. It was always this way with Artemis, Callisto realised. Easy-going and quick to answer, never allowing anyone to question her mortality. Here, it was almost impossible to assert that Artemis was a goddess. She looked, acted and seemed like a girl who was only now being accustomed the world so similar to Callisto or Corrina. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, that if Callisto had met Artemis in this form, she herself would assume she was simply mortal. But, she already had seen her and her unnatural retinue. They all suffered the unnature transformation of time and years. Callisto wondered if she would suffer the same if she joined the huntresses.
But, it did not matter. Not in this blazing afternoon. Not for a while longer.
For night will come, Chrysanthe will tell Artemis to join them for dinner and take some for her father. Artemis will politely refuse and press that she needed to go home. Chrysanthe will press food and fabrics into Artemis’ arm. Artemis looked at Chrysanthe with thankful eyes and smiles at Callisto.
For a second, Callisto swore she saw silvers in Artemis’ wavy hair and golds on invisible arm straps. As soon as it showed, it disappeared and Callisto shook her head. She asked her sister if they could leave them alone for a moment.
Callisto looks at Artemis and bows quickly before getting up.
Artemis, arms full of offerings, smiles at Callisto, “I will see you, Callisto.”
Artemis turned around, walking to the edge before disappearing as she had in the woods. Leaving no trace of her existence or any evidence that she might have existed. All Callisto had was her own memories and the very real feeling of Artemis’ eyes on her.
Artemis was watching from Olympus as Callisto sat with her sisters in her temples listening to the priestesses. The window was wide enough and she was a goddess. Seeing inside her own temple was an easy feat.
What wasn’t an easy feat was avoiding Hera’s yapping.
“And, if everyone is listening,” Hera said sharply. Her glare on Artemis’ back. “Artemis that includes you.”
Her voice was as sweet as honey and as venomous as vipers.
Her brothers snickered. Ares smiled at her proudly. Athena rolled her eyes, seeming annoyed. Hephaestus remained indifferent.
She was glad that the meeting was between her family. She couldn’t handle the judgement of the other Olympaians. Her family she can handle.
She shrugged, smiling lightly, “I am listening.”
Hera smile was one of predators, “Are you, now?”
Artemis nodded.
“Then what I did just say? Just to see your understanding of it?”
“Umm…random bullshit. Did someone get married?”
Her brothers couldn’t hide their laughter any longer. Ares looked too amused. Athena was unamused.
Hera eyes sharpened, “No. Would you please pay attention? If you’ll do nothing else.”
Artemis looked back to her temple, before returning her attention to Hera, “Yeah, no. I actually think that my Hunters need me. Like..right now.”
“Excuse me?” Hera said.
“Are you sure?” Apollo said a wide ass grin on his face.
She looked pointedly at her brother, ignoring Hera entirely, “Yes, Apollon. I am needed. So… I’m gonna go.”
She fled. She made her down to the mortal world to Callisto.
When she made it. She looked through the windows and caught Callisto’s eye. Callisto wasted no time in slipping away from the temple
Artemis took Callisto's hand as the woman ran down the steps of her temple. She had an excited smile on her face. Callisto took Artemis by the hand dragging her towards the forest, leaving behind the priestesses and the temple.
"Are you meant to leave?" She asked her.
"No, but well, I do have an all-powerful pretty girl on my side," Callisto smiled at her.
"Oh, so you're using me?"
"Obviously, speaking of which, give me your knife."
"What? Why?"
Callisto frowned slightly, "What's it your business? Just give me your knife."
Artemis pursed her lips, "You know most gods would not accept such insolence."
Callisto burst out laughing, "Can't believe you just said 'insolence'."
Artemis smiled at her, trying to hide her smile but not succeeding. Callisto laughed at her.
When she calmed down she turned back to Artemis, "Besides, most gods are not pretty girls. Just give me a knife."
Artemis was caught off guard by that and the look on Callisto's face. She knew that too. Callisto grinned at her extending a hand. Artemis scoffed handing over her knife.
Callisto took Artemis into another part of the woods. A secretive part where a spring lay. Artemis looked around fascinated.
“It reminds me of my woods,” Artemis said. “But, it is not.”
“Ah, good to know, I didn’t accidently walked into your domain.”
Artemis shrugged, “If you had walked in, I’d just let a deer or a bear lead you out. I do not engage in unnecessary bloodshed.”
Callisto looked at her, turning back to the spring, “Not the stories that I’ve been told.”
“Mortals do not know everything, Callisto.”
“I see that now,” Callisto saud thoughtfully. “So, what are you actually like?”
“I thought that was part of the process of getting to know each other? Figuring out what the other is actually like?”
Callisto shook her head, “No, I mean, what are the other gods like? What is your family like?”
“My family is complicated.”
“Well then indulge me. You've met my sisters. Tell me about your family, goddess.”
“Right,” Artemis took a deep breath. “Well…”
Artemis rattled on and on about her mother and her twin brother. Their life on Delos. How her brother slayed Python and how she made their father give her ten wishes. Wishes she wasted on her retinue and her family. She talked about how she and her brother visit their mother often despite their distance and duties. That led into a whole monologue about how and why they killed Niobe’s fourteen children.
Artemis talked about meeting, befriending and then asking her brother to kill Orion. The only man other than her family that Artemis was personally close to.
She talked about Hermes and how he and Apollo would always cause trouble and blame it on anyone other than themselves.
She told Callisto with a chuckle about how Ares got stuck in a jar and she and Hermes had to help him out.
She talked about the endless pranks she, Hermes and Apollo pulled on everyone they knew. How a few months ago, they pulled a prank on their father and how angry he had gotten. But, he never caught them.
Artemis talked until sunset and then a bit more. Artemis talked until her immortality faded into mortality. Artemis talked until she seemed less like a goddess and more like a girl Callisto’s age. Unmarried and wild. Wilder, yer than even her beloved forests and animals.
When the stars and moon shone above them illuminating their little spring, Callisto confessed she must return.
Artemis looked up surprised as if the thought of time passing escaped her.
“Sorry,” She says quickly, getting up. “I must've bored you.”
“You can never bore me,” Callisto replied earnestly. It was Artemis’ turn to look away shyly and smile.
Artemis walked Callisto back home. As they reached the edge of Callisto’s home, Callisto stopped Artemis.
"This is as far as you should go," Callisto said. "My father would not like to see me with another maiden this late."
Behind them thunder started to crackle and the sky turned to a dark grey. Artemis turned to look somewhere in the distance, her eyes narrowed and her blue eyes hardened.
Callisto couldn't help her giggle, "Seems like my father isn't the only one who wants his daughter home."
Artemis turned to her, an annoyed expression on her face, "No, except my father is meant to allow me to operate on my own."
"Ah, well, fathers."
Artemis kissed her hand, "Alright then, Callisto. If you need anything-"
Callisto smiled softly, "Call to you, goddess?
Artemis shoved her shoulder lightly, "I told you. Artemis is fine.”
Callisto squinted her eyes, "Nope. I like goddess better."
Artemis rolled her eyes, "You are an annoying mortal."
Callisto punched her in the chest. Hard. But, Artemis could barely feel it, "And, you are a spoiled goddess."
"The other gods would not take these insults lightly."
Callisto smiled at her, before kissing her, "Well, I'm glad I'm dealing with this one."
Artemis was called to Olympus to attend a dinner under her father’s order. She didn’t entirely mind considering she could see her brothers’. She needed some time among her kin. No matter how diabolical some of them were.
She wondered how her kin would feel about Callisto. Or how Callisto would feel about them.
Hermes was waiting outside their fathers’ court in a blue chiton and a matching chlamys. His caduceus were leaning against the wall within close reach. He lacked both his winged helmet and sandals.
His grin grew when he saw her, “Hey, huntress!”
Artemis smiled, “Hello, thief.”
Hermes laughed throwing an arm over Artemis’ shoulder, they walked like that into their fathers’ court.
“Your hunters keeping you busy?”
Artemis shrugged, feeling a little awkward, “Oh, err, no. It’s my newest recruit. She..uh.”
Hermes stopped moving, unwinding his arm from over her shoulder and gave her a bewildered look, “Our very own Artemis.”
Artemis crossed her arms, huffing, “What?”
“You’ve grown! Finally!”
Artemis punched his arm lightly, “I’m older than you!”
“Okay and?”
Artemis rolled her eyes, walking a little quicker.
Hermes caught up quickly, “Man or woman?”
“Is that a question?”
Hermes shook his head, “You’ve always had your tastes.”
“As do you.”
The dining hall was humongous; biggest room in the court. The pillars a mix of ionic and corinthian design, the windows as large as doors. The dining table seemed miniscule within the large room.
The Olympians and a few other gods were already seated and dining. Apollo was doing an excellent job of restraining himself from murdering Dionysus who prodded at him continuously. Hermes and Artemis slipped next to Apollo. Hermes quickly drew Dionysus into a different conversation, leaving Artemis and Apollo to chat.
“How’s the forest?” Apollo said filling her cup with wine.
“Well enough. I’m still with Callisto.”
Apollo quirked a brow, “How long has it been now?”
Artemis sighed heavily, “Long enough. We will need to depart soon.”
“With Callisto?”
“Preferably. I don’t want her to stay in that village.”
Apollo nodded, swishing his drink.
“How have you been?”
Apollo shrugged, “Same old.”
Artemis hummed. It was idle chat from there, Artemis was more focused on her food then anything else. Hermes and Dionysus were discussing something with intensity, though they did not cause a mess. No, Demeter’s sneer kept them in line. Hestia and Hera were discussing something that had happened on Olympus.
Aphrodite was sat next to Ares adorned with golds and pinks, their epiblema a beautiful intricately designed silk. A show of extravagance in comparison to Ares. The only other one who came close was Dionysus. Aphrodite was ignoring Ares, though, in favour of chatting with Persephone who was wearing a simple green peplos and a black and red epiblema, a clear gift from her husband. Persephone’s hair was adorned with flowers.
Aphrodite turned to Artemis who was chatting with Apollo. They smiled at her, before getting up and moving next to Artemis.
“Heard you had a little human warming your bed these days,” Aphrodite whispered in her ear.
Artemis jumped quickly turning to Aphrodite, “Does everything you say need to sound sexual?”
“That’s Dionysus,” Aphrodite rolled their eyes. “I say the truth. You’re sleeping with a mortal, that is sexual.”
“I’m not sleeping with anyone,” Artemis said defensively.
Aphrodite looked her up and down, “You don’t have a mortal down there?”
“No!”
Aphrodite nodded, “You’re in love, though, yes?”
Artemis sighed, “We barely know each other.”
Aphrodite took Artemis’ wine and sipped on it, “Not one for gossip.”
“Not when you’ll tell the whole court and then some.”
Aphrodite shook their head disappointedly, “I would never do that!”
Artemis scoffed ignoring them. Aphrodite rolled their eyes, getting up with a quick “be difficult” and went running back Persephone. The rest of the dinner was rather uneventful. Dionysus and Hermes left early as Demeter’s sneer turned to a full glare, her eyes set on them. Apollo decided to head after them to ensure they don’t do anything too stupid. Artemis started conversing with Ares who absolutely was not having it today. Something about a war being far too tiring even for him. Artemis was sure he needed at least three hundred years of rest would not be enough for him.
Eventually everyone either went back to their homes, or took someone with them. Zeus’ siblings stayed behind to party.
Artemis left with Ares. He went back to his home, while she went to hers. She ignored how Apollo’s home, which was close to hers’, had it’s lights still on.
She went back home deciding to head back to her retinue when she awoke. Besides, if it were truly urgent then Aura would come to collect her.
The next time Callisto and Artemis met was a festival to Artemis and Apollo.
Chrysanthe and Corrina wore yellow peploses with white himation and epiblema respectively. Chrysanthe had her hair done up like it was crown, Corrina had a clip in her hair. Chrysanthe had dressed up her son in silver and yellows, a hope of blessings from the Archer Twins.
Callisto had deliberately worn a silver peplose with a golden epiblema. Her goddess, her friend, Artemis will no doubt see her. She will slip in between the mortals and slide next to Callisto easily when the time comes.
The village itself was decorated and an altar was put up for the Archer Twins and their mother by the Priestess and Priests. The village folk lined up to present their offerings and pray for blessings. The bonfire was a never ending flame, similar to those made for Hestia.
Callisto offered an arrowhead.
Corrina prayed for their mother.
Chrysanthe prayed for her son and sisters’ health.
Their father prayed for the village’s health and protection.
Their mother, buried away in her bedroom even in a time for celebration, prayed for her daughters.
After the offerings and prayer, Corrina dragged Callisto with her to the dancing and drinking.
Chrysanthe had called out a small “be careful” and their father shook his head fondly.
Callisto and Corrina wasted no time in engaging with the party goers and the dancers. A couple of boys approached Corrina. The men reached for Callisto under their wives disapproving glances.
Callisto ignored them in favour of her sister. These men did not matter, Corrina did. Except a boy had taken Corrina by her hand and led her to the dancers.
Callisto felt a heat behind her and a warm breath on her neck soon followed. She turned around quickly to a see a man behind her in full purple chiton and himation. He had an easy smile and wicked blue. No woman was glaring behind him. But, they were not her blue. This was a full mortal man and Callisto was still awaiting her goddess.
Callisto rolled her eyes at him, “You don't sneak up behind women.”
He smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, I didn't mean to!”
Callisto nodded, turning back to Corrina and the boy dancing.
The man beside her nodded to them, “Is she your sister? Or a friend?”
“Sister,” Callisto clarified.
“The boy is my brother.”
Callisto’s jaw was set, “Oh, good. Keep him away from my sister.”
The man lifted a curious brow, “Is she not at marriageable age?”
“She is fifteen,” Callisto said. “But, she is not ready for marriage and children.”
The man nodded slowly as if digesting the words, “Is your husband not a good man?”
“I wouldn't know, don't have one.”
“Ah, I see why you don't believe your sister is not ready for marriage.”
Callisto grimaced, “I chose not to marry.”
“Have you taken a vow of custody before Artemis?”
Callisto was growing more uneasy, “No, I haven't.”
The man easy smile returned, extending a hand, “Then honour me with a dance.”
“I'd rather not.”
“Indulge me one dance and nothing-”
The man was interrupted by a hoot and a sound of delight from the crowd of dancers. The crowd was split for two women who were dancing together. One with muscles bigger than any man's and the other with flowy long blonde hair. Callisto hated that she immediately recognised them as Britomartis and Cyrene.
A woman slipped next to Callisto easily. Her hair was tied up in a bun and her blue peplos was flowing and embroidered with detailed golden patterns. Her bun was decorated with a beautiful silky silver piece, precisely like a crown. When shs looked at Callisto, she smiled and Callisto saw her blue eyes.
Artemis nodded to her hunters, “Insane right?”
The man looked bewildered but Callisto nodded enthusiastically.
“Are they always like this?” Callisto asked.
“Not usually,” Artemis said. “Though I asked them for a distraction.”
Artemis extended a hand, “Dance with me?”
“I’m not a dancer,” Callisto said.
Artemis did not retract her hand and Callisto took it easily.
Artemis led Callisto to the dance floor and they wasted no time in dancing. Artemis’ movements were graceful, easy and intentioned opposing Callisto’s movements. Artemis with her light-footedness and billowing black hair, truly seemed like a trained dancer.
Upon her confusion, Artemis leaned and whispered softly, “Dancing with Terpsichore.”
“The Lady trained you?”
“And, my brother. He is better than me in all honestly!”
The two giggled, dancing and swaying and enjoying the company. Seeing the four women dancing, more and more people joined them including a couple of girls who danced with their sisters. Corrina and the boy who fancied her joined them as well. Soon enough, it was a full dance with dancers, musicians on their pipes and lyres, and onlookers.
It was a full dance yet the only one who held Callisto’s attention was Artemis. While Callisto’s hair was dampened with sweat, Artemis felt none of it. Completely perfect as ever. A goddess amongst them. Callisto enjoyed all of it. The song and dance changed. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then, Callisto tapped out.
Artemis followed her laughing and giggling like little girls. Callisto stopped by a stand and got two watered wines. She handed one to Artemis, gulping hers.
Artemis laughed at her, drinking hers at a normal pace. When Callisto gave the glass back, a bit of wine dripped from her chin and Artemis wiped it with her thumb. Callisto smiled at her. With her silver peplos, her brown hair ornamented with golds and silvers damp on her neck and shoulders and sweat gleaning off of her body Callisto looked simply divine.
Artemis blushed a little, drinking wine. Callisto drank her second glass slowly.
“So, what now?” Callisto heaved.
Artemis shrugged, “Don’t know. Never been to a festival dedicated to me.”
Callisto smiled, “Is it to your liking?”
“It is fun,” Artemis admitted. “Far more than any Olympian dinner.”
Callisto smiled. Artemis nudged her lightly, “And, you’re here.”
Callisto smiled grew, sipping her wine, “I should show you the temples.”
“Show me!”
Callisto rolled her eyes, whispering something about Artemis being narcissistic. Callisto lead her away from the festivities, leading her to a moon-light temple. It was such a grand temple for a village so small. Artemis was truly in awe of this village’s dedication to their gods.
Callisto took her inside. In the centre, there was a statue of Artemis a small fire underneath her. It was a simple statue, nothing like the temple itself. What a sight indeed. The statue of the goddess of the hunt appeared to be someone worth of revermeant and worship. Artemis, herself, felt like a simple woman. She wished she was a simple woman. She wished Callisto was a goddess.
“Me and my hunters must leave Arcadia,” Artemis started.
Callisto looked conflicted, her brows furrowed, “What a disappointment.”
“We will leave in the morning. As soon as the sun rises.”
“Why not now, at night?”
“Because, I’m with you,” Artemis said simply.
Artemis smiled at her. She was all soft gestures and softer touches. Callisto couldn’t imagine her leaving. Such a short time they’ve known each other and yet Callisto would do anything for Artemis to remain in Arcadia. But, she’ll go in the morning and Callisto cannot control the wild. Callisto cannot even hope for something like that. The wild is unrestrained and unattached, as Artemis was.
Callisto stepped closer to Artemis, her smile sadder.
Callisto indulged the wild.
It was a lesson that she learned in the Temples. A counsel from her mother who worshipped and revered Leto herself.
The gods were far more fickle than any human. The gods were more temperamental than any man. The gods were more benevolent than any mother and more malicious than any king.
Meeting Artemis the first time might have been a mistake, but loving her was a choice. A choice that would no doubt be her undoing. A reckless, dangerous and foolish choice. A choice that Callisto would make every time.
In that sweet moment, they were Callisto and Artemis. Two girls too in love for caution. They were not a goddess and a mortal forced to be wary and untrusting.
It was too sweet a moment. Artemis’ soft hands in Callisto’s hair, while Callisto wrapped her arms around Artemis’ waist. Artemis’ lips were soft and insistent, Callisto simply had to bask in it and indulge.
This was a choice Callisto would make over and over. She loved Artemis, she loved Artemis, she loved her. Artemis was hers and Callisto would not snub a gift.
She only pulled away for air, laying her forehead against Artemis’. Callisto breathed in and out, seeing the details of Artemis’ face. Artemis kissed her forehead, her cheek and her jaw before pulling back.
“It feels weird kissing you with my altar right there,” Artemis said softly.
Callisto giggled softly, “We can’t go to my home.”
“We can’t go to Olympus either.”
“I thought that the forest was your home.”
Artemis smiled, “Perks of being deathless. I have many homes.”
“The forest, the mountain, where else?”
“My brothers’ residence in Delphi, my mothers’ residence in Delos, Ephesus.”
“Many homes,” Callisto agreed.
“Arcadia is your home.”
“I wish it could be your home, too.”
Artemis pulled away, caressing Callisto’s cheek.
“You are made for the stars.”
Callisto intertwined their hands, “We need to return to your hunters.”
“Before they think the worst of us.”
Callisto laughed licking her lips, “It is too early for that.”
Artemis pretended to be shocked, “Callisto! I thought you were innocent.”
Callisto lifted a questioning brow, “I led you to here to kiss you and you call me innocent?”
“Was that your intention?” Artemis sounded surprised.
“Leading a pretty girl to a secluded area? What else would my intention be, goddess?” Callisto asked with a bewildered laugh.
“Minx!”
Callisto laughed, smiling at Artemis and leaving the temple. Artemis followed her happily.
"Join us," Artemis said suddenly. She held on Callisto's arm, "You do not belong here.”
Callisto looked at her. She did not see a goddess. She simply saw the woman she loved. Who she kissed and felt her soft hands and softer lips. It was a blessing.
"And, what will you provide me with? Choices?"
"I promise you for as long as you are with us there will be no coercion or manipulation. Every choice, every move, every action will be your own and we will ensure it."
Callisto considered it. She shook her head, “Leave during a festival?”
“No better time.”
“I’ll consider it.”
“I await you,” Artemis said earnestly.
Callisto believed her. Callisto believed every word. Artemis would await her. If she chooses not to go, Artemis will leave and this will be nothing but a sweet memory.
When she turned, Artemis was gone.
The goddess was gone as if she never existed. As if her existence was so insignificant that it could simply disappear. Callisto smiled at the night, staring at the moon as a last farewell before walking back home.
Chrysanthe was sitting out in the patio. Her worried eyes softened at Callisto.
"You're out late. Were you with her?"
Callisto met her sister's eye, "She's gone."
Chrysanthe's smile was tight, "Good. Affairs with the gods never end well."
Callisto’s eyes widened and her heart stopped. She licked her dry lips, “You know? Chrysanthe you know ?”
“I saw, Callisto. I’m not dull.
Callisto shook her head, squinting her eyes and holding herself by the edges, "She asked me to go with them."
"What?"
"Artemis…she—she, uh, asked me to go with them. Join the Hunt."
"You're going," Chrysanthe said. It was a simple fact. Callisto watched as her sister rocking her son back and forth.
Callisto shook her head, "Go and what? Leave you and Corrina behind?"
Chrysanthe nodded to a chair beside her. Callisto sat down. Chrysanthe rocked her son until he hushed, before turning her attention to her sister.
"You belong out there, I will not deny that."
Callisto nodded, trying to smile at her sister. Though she found it difficult. How long would it be before she saw her again? Would they meet again before either of them died?
Chrysanthe had tears in her eyes when she looked at Callisto, "I'll miss you. Do not tell Corrina. She'll never let you leave."
Callisto laughed, "Even more than father."
"Yes. Speaking of which, you probably need to leave now."
"I will," Callisto sat though she made no effort to get up. She sat there with Chrysanthe relishing in her sister's presence before she left.
It was Chrysanthe who stood up first, taking Callisto by the hand. She lead her out of the house packing no food or bag of supplies. She would not have use of them, but her mortal urges made her want to stop and find comfort.
The sisters walked in silence. With each step, Callisto wanted to go back and hide. Artemis would not force her to leave Arcadia. Artemis would not force her. This wasn't coercion. It was choice and it scared Callisto. She still made the same choice. Chrysanthe took her to the edge of the forest. Her sister smiled at her despite the tears in her eyes.
Callisto felt a pang of sadness hit her chest and she quickly wrapped her sister in her arms.
“Be safe,” Chrysanthe said as voice wavered and her tears hit Callisto's back.
Callisto nodded, unable to speak due to a lump in her throat. She held her tears.
“I will come back.”
“No,” Chrysanthe said as firmly as she could. “Go be free. Live how you always wanted.”
“I'll miss you,” Callisto said.
“I’ll miss you too, sister.”
“Corrina will never forgive me.”
“She will once she's older and the grief has passed.”
“I will miss you terribly,” Callisto whined.
“Hush, child,” Chrysanthe chastised. She wiped Callisto's tears away, placing a kiss on her forehead. “You are a wonder, Callisto. We will never forget you and neither will this world.”
“I will never forget you.”
Callisto stepped into the forest leaving her sister, her life, behind. She took a second step and entered Artemis’ world; a world of magic and myth.
She found the Hunters rather quickly. They were camping out in a large field surrounded by trees. When Callisto turned around, she found that her world was gone. It shouldn't have been possible, she had walked only so far, but Callisto learned not to question such things anymore.
Callisto set her eyes on the Hunters and Artemis, her sadness lifting slightly every minute she was there. Artemis smiled at Callisto and the world melted everything behind her. The Hunters themselves seemed excited at the prospect of Callisto joining them. Though Callisto did not know them well, and they did not know Callisto well. Looking at the women before her, it was obvious who was mortal previously and who had always known the touch of immortality.
Artemis extended a hand towards her, “Welcome to the Hunt, Callisto.”
Callisto took it. The world melted away as they were Artemis and Callisto. Artemis eyes twinkled.
“I’m glad you decided to join us,” Artemis said. Words only meant for Callisto’s ears.
“How could I not?” Callisto said cockily. She did not feel it in her heart, but her grief will be temporary. Her grief will be a smidge in comparison to the beauty and love she will feel in the years to come with her fellow hunters.
Artemis winked at her before turning to the band of women behind her, “Now! Let's show Callisto a good entrance!”
Callisto took a step towards the rest of the Hunters taking a deep breath. Whatever woods she stepped into, the air shifted and the world changed.
Callisto was a hunter now, she knew it in her heart.
Callisto was finally home.