My hip slammed into solid rock. The Are's kid had his sword to my throat and it was getting harder to breathe. The blade broke skin on my neck. I tried screaming as blood trickled down my throat but it came out as a strangled rasp.
It was then that I felt my immortality draining away. I had lived through every war this country had ever seen and I was going to die then in a petty game of capture the flag with a bunch of loser half-bloods who were snotty and conceited? I didn't think so then.
But I realize I might as well have died then, rather than relive the pain of losing my honor, my pride, and him. Mostly losing him.
In a failed attempt of pushing the boy off of me, I slid down the rock, losing consciousness. I heard him laugh spitefully before leaving me to bleed to death on Zeus' Fist, from where I had many memories before joining the Hunt. One such as ludicrous like I was in, nearly dying in a game.
I heard a soft voice in my ear, much later. I was on a bed, or a sofa, and a hand was on my shoulder. I recognized the voice to be speaking ancient Greek healing chants. My eyes fluttered feebly open and seen a boy with golden blonde hair that fell into his eyes that were a corn-flower blue. I scoffed quietly. The boy gave me a questioning look.
"Son of Apollo, I should have guessed." I rasped. He chuckled to himself with a hint of pink in his cheeks. I closed my eyes again, smiling. "I should, out of common courtesy, ask my healers name?"
"Lee Fletcher, son of Apollo. Head of Cabin 7. Lucky for you, I was there when the bastard left you on the Fist." He said. I fell back asleep, nodding an understanding.
I woke up in Lady Artemis's cabin, like I had been in so many times before. Zoe was gasping on her bunk and shaking her head back and forth. Before anyone could get her, I jumped up, painfully, and rushed her to the Big House.
As I waited for her nervously on the thread bare sofa, I saw a familiar head of golden blonde hair.
"Life is pretty busy as a healer, eh, Lee?" I asked, quietly. He grinned. He flopped sleepily on to the couch next to me.
"I never got your name."
"Massie Harris, Second General of Artemis's Hunt." I bowed, revealing my bow and silver pin of Artemis's stag on my collar bone.
"And daughter of whom?" But before I told him, Chiron came in.
"We must talk. She said that Artemis has gone missing. I am not sure, but you might be able to contact her. Through the Link that you two share. He murmured. I nodded.
"I'll need time. Tomorrow morning is the soonest, but it will not be as strong as it would need to be. Is this a particularly rushed situation?"
"However much time you need, Lady." I nodded once more and walked to return to the cabin. I would need sleep to get as prepared as possible to complete the task. If Zoe was right, and she always was, Artemis was in trouble.