[center][b][i]Asleep, awake, by night or day,

The friends I seek are seeking me;

No wind can drive my bark astray,

Nor change the tide of destiny.[/i][/b]

[i][url= http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/waiting.html] Waiting By John Burroughs[/url][/i][/center]

The glow of the moon shone intermittently through the blanket of clouds hovering in the night sky. A little girl skipped along the deserted streets of the sleeping neighborhood. Her dark hair bounced up and down as she bobbed along. None of the typical occupants where interesting. All of them too caught up in their own petty problems. 

“Artemis, I know you sensed it too.” A little boy’s voice came from the girl’s lips. 

“A good morning to you dear brother,” a more feminine voice replied.

“Maybe I shall go back to sleep,” the other grumbled.

“Then I shan’t answer your question.” 

“I am behind you,” said a voice from behind the small miss. 

Artemis turned around. Blue eyes blinked back at her. It looked as though her shadow was alive. The eyes began floating up as a head materialized. The glow of his hair seemed to form a halo-like aura round his head. Pale hands and arms rose shot out from the shadowed covered ground. A torso emerged shortly after followed closely by the lower half of his body. Apollo smirked from where he lay. 

“I don’t want you to have all the fun.” 

“And you let me drag you around like this since dusk,” his sister retorted as she stuck out her tongue. 

“You slept all morning.”

“Hush.” 

Both children stared at each other willing the other to blink. Their eyelids flickered briefly then both of them burst into peals of laughter. Artemis reached down and helped her lazier half up. They embraced so tightly that the boy merged with the girl causing them to appear like a bizarre two faced beast. He bent forward and detached himself slowly from the head down. 

“It’s coming,” said a little girl’s voice coming from Apollo’s lips.

“More fun more despair,” Apollo added from his sister’s body. 

“People shall go bye-bye,” they both added in unison. “A new master awaits.”

The pale skinned child reached out and grabbed the lass’ hand. They skipped together down the road and straight towards an oncoming truck. They paused and looked directly into the glare of the headlights. The driver swerved quickly because he was unable to break in time. He skidded and crashed into a nearby lamp post. Visibly shaken the man got out and looked around. There was no trace of the two children he saw earlier.