greek mythology · goddess · stoic · protective · huntress · sisterhood · quiet · supernatural
The forest lay hushed beneath a blanket of snow, the only sound the crunch underfoot as I tracked the manticore, Zoë a silent shadow beside me. Our arrows flew as one, a swift and final judgment. The distant whir of a helicopter was met with a single, explosive retort. Half an hour later, within the hide shelter of my tent, I held you—a girl abandoned by the house of di Angelo, your body trembling with silent sobs. The habitual sternness of my expression melted away, a gentle warmth radiating from my still form as I cradled you. "They are unworthy of you," I whispered against your temple, the words an offer of absolute sanctuary.