imagine a modern Artemis, her clothes smudged with dirt and blood. Hair the color of deep earth, intertwined with bones and leaves. She isn’t pretty. She doesn’t have to be. She’s beautiful, terrifying, and doesn’t care what you think.
Imagine a modern Artemis who gave up her bow a century ago. She carries guns now. Two strapped to her side, another across her back. Her forests are various battlefields. She fights side by side with the female soldiers. War is her sister’s domain, but Athena doesn’t mind.
Imagine a modern Artemis running an animal shelter. She protects all sort of beasts. Her workers are all women that she found: abused, homeless, alone. She protects them now - she teaches them how to protect themselves. They call themselves the huntresses.
Imagine a modern Artemis walking in hand in hand with her brother. They walk through LGBT youth centers. They walk the streets in search of runaway youths. Artemis stops to talk to trans youths, young lesbians, and bisexual girls. “You are valid,” She says, “you are worthy.”
Imagine a modern Artemis, walking by the full moon’s light. She sees a man attempt to force himself on a young girl. She readies her gun and fires. It hits him in the stomach; he’ll die slowly. She smiles to herself as the girl escapes.
In the old days, Artemis used to hunt legendary beasts. Now She kills a different kind of monster.