Semananti Whurshire Slowly she had made her way back from exploring, but to her fear it had been a little too late. The night was dark; the moon was being her guiding light lest the stars disappear. She used the stars to track her way home, call it a navigation test, or perhaps a test of skill. She would have been ready for challenge against the hunter who was above if it hadn't been for the hunger, the cold and everything else wrong with her. One of her wounds had reopened. She had thought little of it even after it had become infected. She should have been worried though, for it would seal her fate. She had kept her promise and Artemis saw it time to take her to the heavens where she would remain eternally a huntress of Artemis and servant of the Ridge. Her body was cold, too cold as she had not bothered to attempt to keep warm for the scouting expedition. She lay curled up on the borders, her breathing slowing, further a bit more and then it finally stopped and things went black. She was gone; the servant of Artemis and Elettra was gone, never to return to the mortal world. Her last hope, wish, was that Elettra saw her as doing her job. She only hoped that she had not looked like a failure. -EXIT-DEATH- Lest the stars disappear |
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