She was a skinny girl with hair like fire and gray eyes full of hatred.
She had no wings, her dress was tattered and her face was lacerated. But she was looking at them proudly.
She was carried in a cage, as if she were one of the fiercest animals that existed.
Artemis approached her worried.
-Let her go! What are you waiting for ?!- she demanded.
The gods looked at her, there were five, five! Five gods to carry a little muse. The gods turned to Apollo.
-It's very dangerous- said one of them.
-Oh yeah? Don't tell me - Apollo said with a velvety voice. Come down, Artemis knew that she was about to kill someone. -What will she do to us? Scratch us? Pull our hair? Dirty our robes with THE BLOOD THAT THEY HAVE MADE HIM SPILL !?
The gods took a step back.
-SHE IS ONE OF MY MUSES! IF ON
