Um. I wrote this story last year. I liked it but whatever. here's the prologue (I can't spell XP)

The woman knew that her time had come. For although she had ran and she had hid, and she never strayed far from the shadows during the day, she knew that the Sun Guard had found her, and her time in the world was now short. She stopped, to lean against a tree, and gasp for breath, sweat rolling down her body, pain filling her eyes. Tears came next, large, streaming tears, as she lowered her head and sobbed. It was no use. By this evening, she would be dead. She choked on her sobs as her mind flew to her son. He was her only son. her precious, young, delicate son. She let her tears fall.

"He's in good hands now, Shelkia."

The woman jumped to her feet, startled for being caught unaware, and pulling out her dagger. Angrily, she brushed away her tears, and met the gaze of the stranger standing a few paces away. "Who are you?" She demanded, lowering herself into a fighter's stance.

The woman in front of her looked pityingly down at Shelkia. "You poor thing. You must not worry about his son. He is safe."

Shelkia's eyes narrowed. "What do you know of my son, woman?"

The stranger lowered her eerie, crystal blue eyes. "I know much about the son of the Lord Akæn, Shelkia."

The woman stepped backwards. "Who are you?!" She yelled, tears welling up in her eyes again. That name. Akæn was one that only she and the gods knew.

The stranger knelt on the ground, ruining her light blue and white silk robes and skirts. "I am Lærka, Mistress Shelkia."

Shelkia gasped, and threw herself to the ground, dropping her dagger, and now weeping, yet again, bitterly. "Forgive me," she whispered, "forgive me."

Lærka was the goddess of the sky, who had fallen deeply in love with Akæn, and gone to live under the ground in a world separate from all others.

Shelkia twitched as she felt soft, smooth hands wipe away her tears. "Do not cry, human. Do not cry." Lærka lifted the woman's face. "Do not cry, for I understand how you feel. The Lord- my- our Lord is loving and kind. Do not worry, dearest human, for he is not angry. Nor am I."

"You're not?" Shelkia wondered, glancing quickly up and then away from the goddess.

"No, I am not; for it has been written, Shelkia, that the son of a god and human will save our world." Lærka said softly, sitting back on the ground and gazing longingly up at the sky. "The other's have banished our Lord, kind human, for once trying to fulfill this prophecy, and lying with a mortal woman. The woman died at birth and her child was stillborn. As have been all other children between immortals and mortals. Many have tried, in secret, but all children have been dead before they ever emerged into the world. Yours, Shelkia, did not die. He is alive."

Shelkia let out her breath, not realizing that she had stopped breathing. "My son?" She asked, her voice quivering.

Lærka nodded, smiling softly. "My Lord will be glad- glad to know that he has a son. His son will be protected from all evils- by the power of me, and Lord Akæn, so do not worry. Do not cry, Shelkia, for you will be welcomed into my Lord's world. You will be with him forever." The beautiful goddess dropped her head- for she too was deeply in love with the man that she had pledged to forever spend her life with, but she looked back up at the mortal, and smiled. "Do not fear death, Shelkia, embrace it."

Shelkia opened her mouth, but the strange visitor was gone, leaving her once again alone in the forest. Slowly, she stood up, her body shaking. She was unsure of why the goddess had visited her- but she knew that she had to keep on moving.

Suddenly, a branch snapped behind her, and Shelkia twirled around, her eyes widening.

Five men, dressed in golden armor, had raised their golden bows, and five arrows, sharper than any human metal, were pointed at her heart.

They had found her.