"Excuse me?" Diane said, flashing Archer Boy a smile, "Sorry, but my friend just wanted to know your name. She's over there." She raised her hand and pointed a finger to Anna's direction. Archer Boy grinned, as though honoured and unsurprised by this occurrence. Their heads turned to where Diane was pointing to, but saw nothing.

Anna was close to stomping her foot in frustration, almost teary-eyed at the sight of Diane talking to Archer Boy and raising a finger towards her. She was contemplating to just look the other way and pretend that she had no idea what was happening, maybe lie to the boy's face and tell him that it was Diane who wanted to know his name, not her. She turned her back on them, ready to put on the act when a hand suddenly wrapped around her arm and began dragging her away from the range.

"Connor!" Anna exclaimed, watching at the young Stoll grinned at her, seemingly pleased with himself.

"It's Travis."

"Oh," Anna was going to apologize, but Travis yanked her arm again, signalling her to run faster, "Travis! What are you DOING?"

"LAVA WALL!" He exclaimed excitedly. "And after that we're setting some traps for some of the campers. But first, LAVA WALL!"

During this time, the campers were usually outside their cabins, playing, some are gardening, or doing chores. Anna, however, noticed two cabins that looked vacant. No campers were on the roofs of the buildings, not even a sound of people inside it. The cabins were deserted.

Suddenly, as if drawn by some unseen force, Anna yanked herself from Travis' grip, surprising the boy. Travis called out her name, raced to take her hand, but she ignored him. There were two cabins before her. Two cabins before her…one to her left, one to her right…

The cabin to her left was probably the biggest and bulkiest of all the cabins. It has polished bronze doors, somewhat shimmering like a hologram, and had lightning bolts streaked down them. Anna moved closer. Thundered boomed throughout the camp. Seemingly from a distance, she heard Travis squeal in surprise, grabbed her hand, letting her drag him into the cabin. She opened the door.

The dome-shaped ceiling was decorated with moving mosaics of a cloudy sky and thunderbolts. Another thunder. There was no furniture inside, but alcoves with golden eagle statues and one intimidating statue of Zeus in the middle. Another thunder.

"Anna, we have to go," Travis sounded so scared as he tried to pull Anna out of the cabin. Anna could barely hear him. It was like listening to someone while being submerged underwater.

Travis, who got more intimidated with the thunder, which seemed to grow louder every second that they were there, tugged Anna's hand one last time. When she didn't move, he turned and ran, screaming "HELP!" and calling out Luke's name.

She could hear a voice, a voice she had heard before. She heard it that one time, when they went on a field trip at the museum. She had excused herself to go to the toilets, and was intercepted by three old ladies. Ancient faces, wrinkled. One of them had said to her, "It's time for you to return."

Come now, Leia.

It's time.

It was as thought she was pulled out of the water, Anna took a deep breath, and observed her surroundings, at first confused as to where she was. Another loud roar of the thunder and she didn't even think, turned around, saw a door, and ran as if her life depended on it.

She stopped to catch her breath, now out of the cabin, panting like she just ran a marathon.

Leia.

Her head whipped to the other cabin, at first scared. The voice had been coming from inside the second cabin. A cabin much more graceful-looking than the first one, with slim white columns.

Hesitating, she thought that it might be better to just return to the Archery Range, or go find Travis (the poor boy must have been scared out of his mind). But another sound, this time a soft lull, and the very sound brought Anna to tears.

Leia.

Come here.

Taking a huge breath, Anna went inside the second cabin. It was freezing cold inside. The walls on this cabin were carved with images of peacocks. No beds, it was empty except for a huge statue of a Goddess, and a fire pit at its feet.

Leia.

Instantly, images appeared before her eyes. It was her, the woman in her dreams. The most beautiful woman Anna has ever seen in her entire life. Smiling at her. Her voice was soft and loving, and Anna felt safe. A tear escaped her eye, as she whispered, "Who are you?" Why do I keep dreaming about you?

Leia.

Come home.

That voice. It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. It instantly made her calm, it made her serene. It almost felt like she was...home.

"ANNA!"

The images of the beautiful woman disappeared and Anna fell on her knees with a shout. Someone was grabbing her shoulders, shaking her. She thought they might be calling her name. Their voice was so far away.

The person lifted Anna, one arm under her legs, the other supporting her back. They carried Anna outside, and placed her on the ground while she was collecting her thoughts.

"Are you okay?"

She looked up. "Who is Leia?"

The person stiffened. "What did you say?"

"Leia," Anna repeated, "I heard her name…inside—"

"Come on," the person lifted her up again, same position. Anna gingerly wrapped one arm around their neck, the other remained on her lap. "Let's get you to the cabin."

When Apollo and Artemis asked young Goddess Leia if he could borrow her for one day, the Goddess of Thunder cocked her head in confusion. "Where are we going, Phoebus Apollo?"

They were going hunting. It had been a beautiful day, it was sunny and breezy and Apollo could hear Leia's laughter in the wind. She was trying to aim at the target Artemis had made for her when suddenly she turned to Apollo, and ran. She stumbled and fell. Leia looked up to Apollo, electric blue eyes filled with tears. Apollo felt great despair when he saw the big, fat tears flowing down Leia's cheeks. He wanted to raze the earth and cleanse it—so that nothing would ever cause her pain again. "Don't cry, my sweet," Artemis ran to her, and twins consoled Leia.

"Would you like me to teach you how to shoot an arrow?" Apollo asked.

Leia's lips stretched into a grin, wiping the tears off her cheeks, "I already know how to shoot an arrow, Phoebus Apollo."

"I'll teach you to be better," Apollo replied enthusiastically, "Even better than Aunt Artemis!"

The Thunder Goddess gasped as she stood up and grasp Apollo's shoulders. She leaned close to his ear, whispering so that her Aunt wouldn't hear her (Artemis still heard), "Yes! I want to be better at shooting arrows than Aunt Artemis!"

Artemis smiled.

"That's great, Leia!" Apollo clapped his hands, "You just need to relax your grip fingers. There you go! Alright, now you make sure your elbow—no, the other one little goddess—you make sure it's rotated, okay?"

Pythia was the high priestess at the Temple of Apollo. People used to come from all over the world to ask the Oracle for her wisdom about important matters—be it public or personal. She had come to Phoebus Apollo one day.

"Is this what you Gods do all day?"

The Sun God was resting against a tree, legs stretched out. Beside him, Leia was asleep, tired from playing with nymphs, her head resting on Apollo's lap.

"Your devotion to the Goddess of Thunder is extraordinary."

Apollo glanced at the figure beside him, and he smiled. "This is the only one that matters to me."

"I brought visions."

"Bad omens?" Apollo sighed, and tried to ignore the Oracle. He waved his hand in the air and procured a book. "I don't have time for that. I should start making poems…"

"What about good visions?"

"…Or haikus." Apollo lowered the book so that he could see Pythia, "What visions?"

"Well, they're very short but—"

"Nah, it won't matter if it's just a few seconds of visions."

"Would it interest you if it's about Leia?"

The book lowered again. "Show me."

Apollo was looking at the visions as they flew by so fast. He could hear the rumbling of thunder, the flashes of blue eyes, the sound her laughter. He could see himself against the very tree he was against, six-year-old Leia sleeping beside him, and the vision instantly changed to a dark day in Olympus, a day he refused to bring out the sun, but before he had the time to process it, a new one appeared. Leia, but older. Her eyes that of her father, and in her hand, she held a ball of lightning and when she opened her mouth, Apollo could hear nothing but the loudest of thunders. Her power was so strong that she could strike fear into the hearts of men, and with it, bring so much power into their hearts as well. She was sublime. This would be the day she would take her place in Mount Olympus, the day when Hephaestus would forge a throne for her to sit on. The Goddess of Thunder. To complete all the Olympians.

Now, the vision became clearer, it wasn't moving in flashes. Rather, it started slowing down. Leia was looking at him, her hair was that of her mother, eyes that of her father, but her heart was her own. And he felt fear. Apollo could feel her power vibrating, but when she smiled at him, he felt that he could march forward and fight a thousand wars in the name of Leia. An untameable force of nature whose grandeur would bring him to his knees in awe and terror.

"Such a strange predicament you have," Pythia shook her head as the visions ended. Apollo was smiling, eyeing the sleeping Goddess again, "Phoebus Apollo, you are a slave to your own heart."

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FEEDBACK! How is this going? Why can't Chiron just put his hooves down and dragged Leia-err, Anna, to go see Dionysus? ap0lLo!? what are you doing in CHB just shooting arrows and flirting with girls go away. Anyway, yes, feedbacks are appreciated, see you all next time!