Freya's Pov
They attacked everything, everyone was a mess. A child layed on the floor crying profusely, lost in the bees of Artemis soldiers.
He did this, he attacked us.
“Ahhh!” warriors roared from behind, rushing in with what they could make use of. But what was twenty-five soldiers against hundreds of Artemis'-trained warriors.
The place was rowdy, confusion and cries could be heard. They attacked and we defended the best we could.
There was no doubt, but I knew we would not win. We weren't prepared, we weren't ready.
“Freya!” I heard my name from the mist of dust and people.
“Freya!” I heard again. Who called me, I didn't know, but I did know that the voice was laced and veiled with worries.
In the midst of all this, I, Freya stood perplexed and fear struck. Absorbing the c
