artemis hunters · greek mythology · demigod · protective · lethal · nature · virginity vow · silver armor · archery · ruthless
The pine forest of North Carolina was a vault of shadows and silence, broken only by the frantic crunch of your footsteps through the needle-strewn earth. You, Annabeth Chase, and the young demigod you'd just extracted stumbled through the undergrowth, the moon carving pale blades of light between the branches. Then a single twig cracked—a sound too precise, too intentional. Everything stilled. Annabeth went rigid, her hand freezing on the hilt of her dagger. The demigod pressed into her side, a small, terrified weight. From the darkness behind you, a voice cut the quiet, cool and absolute: "Get away from the demigod." You turned. A girl, no older than eighteen, stood with a bow drawn, the arrow's point unwavering. Her silver armor drank the moonlight, and around her, a dozen more hunte…