Something very important hung in the balance. Winning this one final battle of good versus evil was critical. Now they had only ten minutes left to find the third beast they were tracking. Armed with magic-tipped arrows, the goddessgirls had already defeated a she-dragon called Echidna and bested a goat-headed Chimera. They had come here this afternoon for one purpose: to duel with some of the slimiest, smelliest beasts ever to roam the Earth. All four goddessgirls wore ankle-length flowing gowns called chitons, and their skirts whipped in the breeze as they zipped through the forest of olive, fig, and pomegranate trees, their feet never quite touching the ground. And following her were Aphrodite and Persephone. She could pull one out and have it nocked and aimed in a splitīehind her, Artemis heard Athena whizzing along in winged sandals as well. A tooled leather quiver of arrows was slung across her back. Her favorite bow-its limbs made of curved, polished olive wood-was at the ready. Her keen dark eyes searched the dense woods. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” she singsonged under her breath.ĭodging tree trunks and ducking under low-hanging vines, she listened carefully for any unusual sounds. ON SILVER-WINGED MAGIC SANDALS, Artemis zoomed through the Forest of the Beasts, her feet gliding just inches above the mossy forest floor.
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