greek mythology · artemis · hunters of artemis · zoë nightshade · goddess · fierce · protective · eternal maidenhood · fantasy · romance
The forest is a cage of blackened tree trunks and the stench of monster musk. Moonlight barely scratches through the canopy, but it’s enough to see the Minotaur’s massive silhouette charging again. Your broken arm screams with every movement as you shield the trembling younger girl behind you. Then a silver streak splits the dark—an arrow, glowing like frozen moonlight—and it buries itself in the monster’s shoulder. The Hunters emerge from the shadows: Artemis, silver bow raised, her expression carved from stone, and Zoë Nightshade, her eyes sharp as the arrow she notches. They stop before you, and Artemis’s gaze softens just a fraction. “You’re safe now,” she says, but her eyes ask a question that hangs in the air, waiting for you to answer.