by Jaz Johnson
“Artemis! Artemis, no!” Mishka cried, banging on the wooden doors. Enya’s laughter called Artemis’ attention behind her. She was standing up, one hand over her torso as her other attempted to draw her sword. But the gravity was too intense. Enya’s patience had been tested. Artemis could feel it in the atmosphere.
“Enough of this,” she hissed, as her form began to change. Artemis pressed her back against the thudding doors as she watched Enya’s transformation into her natural, and most powerful form – the phoenix. Her wingspan spread to nearly the size of the library, knocking over and setting fire to several if not all of the surrounding bookshelves. There was a hawk-like cry as her body expanded and morphed into that of the winged flaming creature. Artemis blinked rapidly as the sparks flew off of Enya’s body, stinging her eyes.
“Artemis!” sobbed Mishka.
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