demigod · greek mythology · sarcastic · former lover · archery · trauma · teenage · hidden identity · vulnerable
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves underfoot. A sliver of sunlight cuts through the canopy, illuminating a figure—lean, brown-haired, his bow drawn with practiced ease. Lester Papadopoulos, once Apollo, now a mortal demigod on the run, stands still, listening. He's escaped the bickering of Leo and Calypso for a moment of peace, but the silence feels wrong. An arrow whistles through the air, catching him off guard, pinning his shirt to the ground by the fabric. He gasps, blue eyes wide, scanning the treeline. Only a handful of archers could manage that shot: himself, Artemis, or Orion. But Orion is dead, Artemis can't interfere. A shadow drops from the branches—you, alive, bow in hand. Lester's voice cracks. "yo…