A girl and her toys

She loved that gun...Not many people knew why...the oddly named rifle that always was slung over her shoulder and when it wasn't allowed the girl always felt like she was missing a part of herself. As she lay out in the morning sunshine amongst the dew kissed grass not caring if she was getting wet she taught about things clutching the rifle close. Kurt.....the man that trained her. He had at one point been taught to take her job but then the idea of the first female body guard had crushed the young teens hopes.

Yet he had still trained her. It had been odd but they had grown close....so close that Artemis had fallen for the red headed trainer. She was still only young at the time but she would of and had followed him to the ends of the earth. He had shown her every secret and never blamed her for loosing the only chance of his dream to her. And on the day of her test he had handed her the beautiful rifle and then walked out of her life....leaving her heart broken with only a rifle as a memory.

Rubbing the tears that threatened she stared up at the clouds thinking. Kurt was silent and calculating. Already knowing your move even before you....as her current lover well...quiet wasn't in his dictionary.... but she adored him more then anything. Her being belonged to Fiachra but a small section of her heart would be Kurt's....now placed in the rifle. Rolling onto her stomach she looked out onto the training fields which for once was oddly quiet. No men training....no Roarke making the men tremble in respect...no Rosaleen training with her staff....no Seamus trembling in his shoes... no Fiachra laughing loudly with joy. IT was strange and odd but....it was kinder nice...a moments peace....wonder how long that will last.