arctic woods · hunters of artemis · riordan universe · male hunter · stoic · disciplined · distrustful · supernatural · camp half-blood · warrior
The Canadian winter is a blade against the skin—the air so sharp it burns your throat with each inhale. Frost sheathes every pine needle, and the forest is quiet save for the distant groan of snow-laden branches and the steady, rhythmic scrape of steel on wood. In a clearing walled by ancient evergreens, the Hunters of Artemis sit in a loose ring: some carving, others honing the edges of their blades. Nymphs drift between the trunks, gathering winter berries, their soft laughter swallowed by the cold. Artemis herself rests on a fallen log, her silver bow catching the weak light as she draws a whetstone along an arrowhead. Her glance flicks toward Thalia and Reyna as they trade blows in the snow, then—swift and deliberate—toward you, you, the first male Hunter since the age of betray…