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Hey young blood
Doesn't it feel like our time is running out?

There had been some talk within the hunters as for the reason why they had been called back to camp once more. Lady Diana had always had a reason and no hunter would ever dare to ask why or say no to her but the ideas of what was going on sent thoughts through most of their heads. Adsila had taken this trip to Camp Jupiter the hardest she had never been able to step foot into the camp without the feelings she once had returning to her. She loved the hunters like sisters and all of them made her feel safe and loved but deep down she couldn`t help but worry about their training. When the girls kept their distance from camp they had more fun and seemed to be able to do pretty much anything they could set their minds too. Time seemed to fly for Adsila it felt like only last year she had become a hunter and now here she was two hundred and forty three years down the road.  

I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

Adsila had never really been one to site around and wait she was more of a keep moving type of girl. With a deep breath she pulled her bow from her back facing a practice dummy. She loved the feel of the cold silver bow resting in her hand, the way the arrow felt as she pulled it back. She closed her eyes taking a second to feel what it meant to be a hunter before opening her eyes and letting the arrow fly. She smiled softly watching the silver arrow sink into the dummy, her blue eyes gleaming. It was honestly something that made her excited to know she was an amazing shot thanks to Lady Diana. She turned her back from the dummy and looked towards the areas she once stood in, there was a chance that she could get a better shot. 

You're wearing our vintage misery
No, I think it looked a little better on me

Feelings were not something that she was good at, her desire to be the best was fueled only by watching the people around her. She frowned slightly thinking about the possibility of people looking down at her once more. As a child of a minor goddess no one expected her to make anything from herself and that only made the girl want to prove her worth. Quickly she grabbed her bow and another arrow, the first one still sticking from the center of the dummy. When she turned back around to fact the dummy she pulled the arrow back and held her breath for a second letting the second one fly. It landed next to the first arrow and she let out a exhale of satisfaction. Her joy was brought to an end when she heard another sound like feet steps closing in one her. She moved a hand to her hip getting ready to grab a dagger if need be. 

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Sam usually filled her hours with all sorts of things. Teaching her kindergarten class, or sitting down with Felicity and “grading” their papers. That was to say, putting stickers on coloring sheets more or less. Not the most difficult work, but it was rewarding. She so loved little children, in all their innocence and curiosity. They inspired her. And also, there was just the greatness of making an impact on these children’s lives. Especially some of those closer to her. Abram, who made her drawings all the time. Melissa, who always offered to help pass out papers. Clara, who almost every day asked when show and tell would be. All young lives that had somehow become a part of hers.

But school wasn’t in session today, and the last of the papers she and Felicity had taken care of. So here she was, with her usual hobby. It was sad that it was a hobby now, though the oncoming war was making it a little more urgent than it once was. So she spent a good couple of hours at the archery range, practicing her shot. Her years as a Hunter had improved her aim, but she had lost Diana’s gift fifteen years ago when she had been kicked out of the group. Not saying she had improved again with a little practice. And though she didn’t have Diana’s blessing anymore, she could still rival some of the Apollo kids.

She was on her way back from the archery range, cutting through the Field of Mars, when she saw a familiar figure. Which wasn’t saying much around a camp she’d been at for fifteen years, but this was different. Like a blast from the past. It was hard not to recognize one of her ‘sisters’. Her old sister. It was an odd relationship really. Adsila had been older than her physically when they met, but younger in the long run. So she had for a long time been at odds with herself whether she should look up to the girl as an older sister or a younger one. But such was the common conundrum of Hunters. She herself had been fairly young in the group, physically, coming in at just ten. But really they all seemed to consider themselves as equals. And she still did consider her sisters as equals, even if they weren’t technically her sisters anymore.

Sam, or Cornelia as Adsila would likely remember her as, watched as the other girl practiced. She stood a good forty or so yards off among the other training dummies. After a little bit, she decided to give talking a chance. Silenna had been alright with talking to her; maybe Adsila would too. Either way, she sorely missed her sisters. So she approached, and immediately she knew she had been noticed. The way Adsila tensed ever so slightly, something Sam was familiar with from their days together on the hunt. It meant she would have to be careful how she approached her or she could end up with a hunting knife in her side. So she did the only sensible thing and called out. “Adsila. It’s been a while. Good to see you again.” Time to find out if it was mutual.

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Hey young blood
Doesn't it feel like our time is running out?

The voice played in the female mind over and over like a song on repeat, the way her name was pronounced the way she sentence flowed it could have only been one person. One of her lost sisters. Once a girl left the hunters to Adsila they became a lost sister, but a sister none the less. She felt no ill will against the girls who decided the life was no longer for them and wished them the best but she hadn`t expected to run into any of them before this. To ignore the girl was rude and ill willed but she feared speaking to the girl would only bring more trouble for herself with Lady Diana. She sighed softly taking a deep breath then turned to face the girl her eyes were a a grey today which in some ways where never good. She nodded to the blonde and smiled, " Cornelia, it has been far to long. " She had the same strong yet compassionate voice that she used towards her family. The memories of the two being around the fire with their sisters and sharing the stories of their past made her miss those days but she wanted to prove to even Sam that she had grown up since the time she joined the hunters. When she noticed that the girl was here for other reasons rather to simply speak a smile crossed Adsila lips and she motioned for the girl to move closer.

I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix

One could get addicted to the feel of an arrow leaving their fingers and the sound of the bow was something to die for. She never understood how a girl could just leave the hunters as though it never happened once they had pledged themselves to a greater cause. Not every girl was the same and some found that the life they wanted was not the one they had taken, Adsila had understood that feeling not long after joining but Sam had been their for her to help her over come the weakness and temptation. Now here she was years later with no way to help her fallen sister but to sit back and pretend as thought nothing was wrong. She slung her bow over her back and looked to the two dummies before her, she knew even though Sam could no longer out shoot that the girl was probably still wicked with a bow.

You're wearing our vintage misery
No, I think it looked a little better on me

Adsila had never truly focused on the world around her before so she turned to the blonde with a curious expression. " So how has the new life been treating you? I almost forget what its like to not have to do what ever you are told. " She gave the girl a playful smile because any hunter would understand the constant reminder that you where no longer your own person. She raised a brow curiously at the girl she wasn`t the same girl that she use to be and even seeing her without the silvery glow was odd, " Do you still go by your old name or should I refer to you by a new one? " With the passing time she could never be sure if the huntress had stayed the same or simply moved on with her life.

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For a moment, she doubted herself. She wondered if this was really such a good idea. She had talked to Lady Diana not that long ago, and that hadn’t gone so well. So would talking to her sisters of old go similarly? There really was only one way to tell, though it made her a little nervous to try. But what did she have to lose? So she decided to give it a go. So she was grateful when her initial greeting was not shot down. She smiled at hearing her old name. How she missed that. “That it has. I hope the times find you well?” She was glad to note that her sister’s voice still held that familiar welcoming tone as it once did when they truly were sisters. It was a happy and yet almost painful thing to hear. She couldn’t pick which. Either way, she was glad to see her, glad for the welcome. And the motion for her to approach. Much more warm than the one Diana had given her.

How she missed Lady Diana and her sisters. Not a day went by she didn’t think about them. The old hunting trips. The chats by the fire. Everything. That had been her family after she’d left her real family. They had become a second real family to her. She’d been so young at the time, having older sisters to look up to instead of just taking care of her younger brother had been exciting. But now that she was out of the hunters, it was just… nothing. It was just her. Sometimes Felicity came over, such as for pizza and grading – if putting stickers on papers could be considered grading – but it wasn’t the same. She had no one she could confide in. No one who was there for her. The closest she had to that anymore was Robin, and that was a totally different story. She had a feeling Adsila and the others would not like to hear a word of that particular story.

She chuckled. “As good as it can be. I teach the children here in New Rome. Kindergarten. It’s fulfilling at least. Though I miss the old hunt. Is it bad to look forward to a war just to get some real adrenaline back in the system?” she said, half joking. She shrugged slightly. “I’ve changed my name actually, just to fit with times. It’s Samantha now. But for a sister, Cornelia still works just as well. So then what about you? Any good stories to share since last we met?”

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Seeing the ex hunter living her life made Adsila miss the time they had spent as sister. She knew the connection between her and Lady Diana had been severed with the choice she made, yet Adsila could not bring herself to hate the girl. Even though this hunter had taken on a new life she still saw her as the same girl who helped her through so much, one of the most loyal sisters she had ever had. It was a sad day when Sam had left the group and while Adsila had wanted to go with her to get her to safety she had not been allowed to and for that she had regrets. No one ever spoke of the girls who left the group it wasn`t like them to talk behind each others backs but she knew that not everyone had the same thoughts and ideas that she had. Adsila listened to her story about grading papers and changing her name and smiled slightly, deep down Adsila longed to have a normal life once more. She wanted to be free to make her own choices to live her life but she didn`t know if she was capable of bearing that burden. The girls she`d grown use to over the years, the ones who stood by her no matter what could she toss that all away for some reason unknown to her. When she heard the name change Ads smile widened and she spoke, " Samantha, it suits you well. If you don`t mind I`d like to call you Sam, to respect your new life and all." She knew that sam respected their customs and she could only hope to do the same in return. Though it was harder for her to understand why they did these things she wanted to do her best. Adsila found it odd that Sam worked with children of all things, then again most hunters never aged passed sixteen.

When it came down to it all Adsila couldn't imagine herself living a normal life, she`d been a hunter for so long that doing anything else just seemed so wrong. She had never been one to thank the gods for her life because no one them but Diana deserved her praise. Sure her mother had birthed her but she hadn`t asked to be a daughter of the goddess or even to be a demi god. When she arrived at camp and found out about the no "contact" with your child rule the girl felt betrayed and she spent months on end looking for that mother figure. She found that in Lady Diana after a heart break that could have ruined her life, she found sister hood, and she found out what love was. After taking her oath and spending those many years with the hunters she promised herself one thing, she`d never turn her back on her sisters no matter what they did or what choice they made and sam was prime example of that. She loved to see the girl happy and if it took being mortal and a teacher to do that than she was happy she`d gotten a chance to do something good with her life. She spoke about the war with a playful tone and Ads laughed softly, "I`d be glad to fight along side you once more Sam, but lets just hope and pray that this war does not happen. Bloodshed and destruction is not something I want to deal with twice in this era." Two wars in such a short time period could prove interesting for those around her but the chances of her losing more sisters to this cause kept rising. When she brought up the question of any good stories Adsila paused to think, how long it had been since these two spoke and yet nothing new had happened in her life, "No, I do not get chances to live life happily I go where I am told and fallow as commanded. I sounds so dull compared to your life now." she shrugged slightly knowing that she may have let her down.