Teen applied for appearance only. Like most of the gods and goddesses of old, this one was older than civilization itself. Back in her day, she would have been of marrying age, whereas any adult male who asked for her number could end up in prison.
The goddess had the perfect female physique, along with dark braided hair, and elfin features that Clara attributed to the old gods. That being said, that bow and golden arrows were the biggest clue as to who this was.
“I could say the same thing about you, Artemis,” Clara said before chuckling. “Why aren’t you up there servicing your one true God?”
At the mention of God, the goddess betrayed herself with a facial tick. On the day of her death, Clara had met another goddess who had a similar reaction to that name. Two dots don’t form a pattern…
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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