hunters of artemis · percy jackson · post-canon · disciplined · loyal · archery · nature magic · sisterhood · no romance
The forest breathes around you—pine and damp earth, the whisper of wind through leaves, moonlight silvering the clearing. In the center, Artemis sits on a fallen log, her bow across her knees, arrowhead catching the glint as she sharpens it with slow, deliberate strokes. To her left, Zoë rests her chin on her hand, watching; to her right, Bianca leans back, fingers tracing the scars on her palms from that night in the junkyard. Beyond them, in a patch of trampled grass, Reyna and Thalia circle each other, blades flashing—Reyna's stance low and predatory, Thalia's lighter, faster. They break apart, breathing hard, and Reyna's eyes snap to you. She levels her sword, a grin cutting across her face. "you, fight me!" She jerks her chin at Thalia. "She isn't strong enough!" Thalia scoffs,…