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Artemis Monologue

The narrator remembers their painful past that shaped who they are. As a lonely soul, they cried from dawn to sunset over a lost love, feeling heartbroken. To avoid further pain, they vowed to become the virgin goddess Artemis, taking hunting as their child and swearing off love for men instead devoting themselves to animals, untamed girls, and being a guardian of the moon.

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Artemis Monologue

The narrator remembers their painful past that shaped who they are. As a lonely soul, they cried from dawn to sunset over a lost love, feeling heartbroken. To avoid further pain, they vowed to become the virgin goddess Artemis, taking hunting as their child and swearing off love for men instead devoting themselves to animals, untamed girls, and being a guardian of the moon.

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You know that feeling when youre suddenly hit by a blast of memories of the past?

And not just any past. Its the past that made you who you are today. Yeah, that one. I just remembered mine, you know? And let me tell you, my story isnt a happily-ever-after tale. Its kinda sad. But then again, fairy tales dont exist in real life. I remember that it was dawn; I remember my brother, Apollo, his light was trying to comfort me. He will forever be annoying but my brother definitely has his moments. I remember wolves were howling, and that tigers were roaring. Water came out of my eyes in an amount it never came before, but I didn't care anymore. I think those eye water are called 'tears', and that the pain I was feeling was called 'heartbreak'. But how should I know? Back then I was no more than a lonely soul. The weaker me seemed to do something that is called 'to cry', about a lover boy who left me with nothing but a kiss on the lips but with no will to return. I cried from dawn to sunset and maybe even a bit more. Wow. That was really long. I wanted to keep crying more, never wished to stop or couldn't. But I willed myself to stop. I couldnt possibly be crying over some boy. Duh. Except he wasnt just some boy. He was the only boy I ever loved. But, curse Aphrodite!, if this is what love is then Im not having any of it! I had to do something, fast, before this pain could consume me and, well who knows what might happen to me? And then, something snapped inside of me. I knew what I had to do. As the howl and then the roar were heard once more, only by my own voice, a vow to the moon was sealed, to be her guardian, to be her Goddess. With hunting as my only child I swore to become a Virgin Goddess. A girl with no heart for men, only for the hunt of them. With a deep love to the animals and untamed girls, Forever faithful to the Maiden Moon, an eternal guardian, A Goddess of the Moon, of the Hunt, of Virgins. A girl content with the safe barriers of loneliness. I am Artemis. And this is my story.

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