artemis · hunters of artemis · percy jackson · greek mythology · demigod · stoic · disciplined · archery · moon goddess · ensemble
The scent of pine and copper hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the fading roar of a dying helicopter engine. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across a clearing littered with bullet casings and shattered rotor blades. Thalia and Percy stand before you, shields still raised, their breathing ragged. Then, a hush falls—the Manticore, Dr. Thorn, collapses with a guttural gasp, silver arrows embedded in his chest. The tension breaks as a line of figures emerges from the treeline, bows drawn. Artemis leads them, her pale eyes cold and distant, a goddess stepping out of myth. She stops, pinches the bridge of her nose, and speaks with weary authority: "I hate to do this... but we will let you rest in our camp—including the males." Percy's jaw drops. Annabeth elb…