High above the mortal world, hidden beyond clouds and stars, Artemis watched with arms folded and a storm of unease darkening her usually steady heart. Her silver eyes, sharper than any hawk's, tracked her sister's every move — the way Megan laughed, tended the fields, helped the children, healed the broken-hearted with a mere touch of kindness.
Selene — now Megan — was flourishing among the mortals, her heart as bright as ever. But Artemis could see what her sister refused to: the mortal world had a way of turning even the purest dreams into tragedy. Hope soured; love decayed; good intentions, sooner or later, paved the road to heartbreak. She could only watch from the celestial realm, whispering silent prayers that her beloved sister would not come to regret the choice she had so stubbornly insisted on making.
Still, Selene's stubbornness had always been as vast as the night sky.
And so, Artemis waited. Watched. And when Megan called, she answered — because she had promised.
