Mackenzie POV

    I swung through the trees, ignoring the fact that Hermione and Ginny probably think I am dead now. I was just sick of it. Whenever anyone will look at me, they look at me with pitiful eyes. The bullied that they must protect. The weakling who can't stand for herself. The prey.
Three words I have got to tell you. I hate that.
I can't be the prey. I'm a huntress of Artemis, I must stand strong. Yet, I am here, alone.
My mouth gave a small yelp as I landed myself on the ground.
"WHY CAN'T I JUST BE THE NORMAL KID WHO GOES TO A SOMEHOW NORMAL SCHOOL AND HAS SOMEHOW NORMAL FAMILY!!!" My voice echoed through the trees. I wanted to go to Camp right now. At least I felt like I was home there.
I slumped on a tree and onto the ground trying not to let my tears spill. Of course, in every cliche stories, they fell pretty hard.
It's all your fault, Mackenzie. You know why you're crying.
You may be asking why I even thought that. No Well, I may have missed the fact that I was given a choice to kill myself or my father. Yes, you are right, I killed my own father. So what? I didn't want to either. I just can't let the feeling go.
I remembered it too clearly just that I can forget it.
Voldemort grabbed my face and told me to look at my dying father. Since my dad was in Voldemort's way, he was being tortured and slowly being killed.
"Won't you look at your mortal father," he hissed. What did he mean by mortal?
His breath was stinging my ears. He held a knife and dragged it along my side. "Now, I'll give you two choices, half-blood. We will spare your dad in exchange for your life or you kill him first and we'll see what happens." He disappeared in some sort of mist and left the knife. The weapon I'm supposed to use. I continued to look at my dad. He was chained to the wall in a kneeling position.
I still had mellow broken grey eyes and dirty blonde hair. It was tied into a messy ponytail.
My dad looked up and gave me a weak mischievous smile.
My tears dropped to the ground and it mixed in the pool of blood that belonged to my father. "Don't give me that look," I tried to force a smile while wiping the sweat and blood from his face. "Everything's gonna be fine, dad. You're gonna be okay." I hugged him lightly kissing his forehead.
Dad lightly coughed and whispered with blood dripping from his mouth. "Kill me, Mackenzie." He still smiled. "At least you'll be my last sight."
My eyes widened with horror. "No, dad. I can't." I began to grab the knife and grazed it along my arm. "Sorry, dad. This is better of the both of us. Goodbye. I love you." I managed to choke out before allowing it to reach my wrist.
"STOP!" My dad yelled looking at me. I immediately stopped and dropped it to the ground. "Oh, Mackenzie. I never wanted this for you."
I started to grab the knife again. "Don't disturb me, dad. The faster the better."
"NO!" My dad shouted. "If you kill yourself, you'll never meet your mom."
I tried to stop my tears. My mother that time was unknown to me. "You are more important, dad." I choked back a sob as the knife fell to the ground.
"She was a goddess." My dad smiled trying to convince me not to take the knife again.
There he went again. He kept saying she was a goddess. "I know dad," I said trying to smile. If anything would keep him happy, it was the memory my mom who left us.
"Mackenzie, there's something I should tell you," my dad said with a dead serious tone. My eyes met him eye level as I listened. "You can't kill yourself. You're special, my dear. The world needs you. When you kill me, Lady Artemis shall pick you up and bring you to safety." He didn't say if I killed him. Who the hell is Lady Artemis?
I gave myself a moment of silence and thought how I could end his misery through killing him. "Father, I need to let you into my school life. I'm bullied there."
He smirked. "I'm not talking about school, dear. I'm talking about your mother's side. Why Voldemort called you half-blood. Why you weren't affected by the torture spells except the unforgivable curses."
Dad always liked to speak indirectly. It always made me confused. "Mackenzie, my dear child, you are a half goddess." I took a step back. Did he say that? "Your mother is a goddess. One of the smartest. She left because goddesses like her do not belong in the UK. And I forgave her for that. You are my greatest blessing. If you die, I might as well die of grief. When you were four, I received a letter. It crushed my heart. It secured your future. You have to serve be part of the hunters of Lady Artemis as a settlement in an argument between your mother and her sister. I agreed to it because you would be safer. The Lady was coming to collect you anyways as soon as you turn fourteen unless I died earlier."
I shook my head trying not to believe him. But deep down, I knew that was the truth and the truth hurt like hell. I still wanted to meet my mother. Father was right. If I killed myself and he was set free, he would kill himself too. I just knew he was telling the truth about me being the settlement of an argument. Kendra, my white wolf, and Olive, my grey owl, had told me (Mackenzie can speak to wolves and owls) but I never wanted to believe them. So, I made the biggest decision of my life. Voldemort even branded my guilt to my cheek with a wicked 'V'.
"Okay, father," I agreed with a heavy heart. "I will be the tough girl you want. I will kill you." Those words even hurt me until the present day.
I kneeled in front of him with my head bowed down grabbing the knife from the floor.
Dad raised my chin so that I can see him eye to eye. "Be strong, young lady. When you finish, you shall meet Lady Artemis. She will help you escape and supply everything you will need." He let go of my chin and my head drooped.
"I love you dad," my voice quivered trying to find a brave tone. "You were always there when I needed you. Now, you have to leave." I felt new warm tears trace my cheeks.
I felt his rough lips on my forehead. A goodbye kiss. "I love you too, Mackenzie. You'll always be my brave young lady." He hugged my and said one last word. "Goodbye."
And I drove it straight into his heart as I screamed of the unwanted murder I've done.
Then, I blacked out remembering a flash of silver be my side.
I was jolted awake by some people surrounding me. Crud, I was followed by Harry, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and her. I should've known.