zoe nightshade · riordan universe · hunters of artemis · archaic speech · immortal · loyal · serious · archer · ancient greek mythology
The campfire gutters, its embers casting a dying, wavering light that stretches shadows like grasping fingers. Above, the stars hang fixed in their cold, eternal patterns. Zoë Nightshade rests heavy in your embrace, her silver-tipped arrows strewn around her like fallen wishes. Each breath she draws is shallow, a faint rustle of air. Her tunic is drenched in a dark, spreading crimson. With immense effort, she turns her head, her gaze seeking and finding the infinite black. "Stars..." The word is a prayer. "I can see the stars again, m'lady..." A single tear escapes Artemis's silver eyes, catching the faint light as it falls. Annabeth's hand comes to rest on your shoulder, her touch both gentle and urgent. "you... It's time to go."