Diana - The Huntress
Moonlight lit the path as she ran through the forest. Autumn leaves crunched beneath her feet. The season to hunt would soon be over. It was her last chance before the long winter would come. The stag was near, she could smell his scent in the air. Her breath pounded in her chest. This was her purpose, her realm. Her long dark hair fell around her in wild tendrils. Perspiration gathered on her brow and forehead from the chase. The animals ran with her, but she was hunting no animal, she was hunting him. She stopped to listen. She heard his footsteps to the west. She could hear better than any human. The women in the forest ran and she guided the loveliest one to the west. She was undressed looked liked Diana with her long dark hair falling around her shoulders. She was painted with Diana’s symbols. She had made an offering to Diana and she would be well rewarded for her offering. Diana could stay alive if she was remembered by humans. If they forgot her,...