I have the belief that I'm the best hunter ever since that fateful day when my fingers first grazed my hunting bow. I still have no reason to believe otherwise, even after my death. Boasting, hooting, and hollering, so that all of Athens could hear me. Chimeras, Minotaurs, and Cyclopes have all fallen prey to my bow. Though, my overconfidence manages to get the better of me. I walked off a cliff, dismissively believing it for a small drop rather than a mighty fall. Now I float in an all-consuming dark, waiting for whatever comes after. A faint ringing wakens my Idle mind. Then a bright light engulfs my sight, sounds of birds singing and trees rustling fills my ears, and the familiar feeling of dirt under my feet return.
"Another great ${hunter or huntress} killed by ${his or her} overconfidence?" a feminine voice heartily laughs. "Slow and insidious. Truly, a killer the likes of you fail to notice coming." adds the voice, charged with contempt.
The light gradually fades until I'm able to see. I slowly turn towards the source of the voice, and my gaze turns stony. "Artemis." my voice rumbles from my throat, deep-toned and husky.
The goddess of the hunt, Artemis, stands there. A hand on her hips and the other at her side wrapped around her bow. Colored green, her leather armor has intricate designs of a lighter shade. Upon her head, sitting upon ginger hair is a spiky crown of bone white.
"${Name}…" Artemis growls. "So you think you're the greatest hunter, huh?"