Atalanta

by Jennifer Saint

I felt drawn toward them by something other than their magic. It was their rage, I thought, the anger for their stolen girl that made them punish every man they saw.

I needed to remember who I was, who I had always been. A woman who was unafraid.

The oracle warned that I would lose myself, but the opposite is true. I am more myself than I have ever been. I am wild, I am free. I am Atalanta.