Huntress
I remember looking out of the tent to find Artemis shouting at a black haired man with glowing silver eyes. He looked like a Cyclops had hit him. But then I looked further down… and saw a single hole protruding through his shoulder. An arrow hole. I would know it anywhere. It was one of mom's arrows. It was one of Artemis's.
I thought back to that dreadful day, the day when I was five, when I saw mom shoot dad through his shoulder. I was still recovering from what I'd seen now, and I'm 16. "Misty!" I was pulled out of my thoughts by Thalia's cry. Instinctively I pulled out my sliver bow and arrow, and ran west from camp to where I'd heard her cry. "Thalia! Are you hurt?" No reply. Then I saw a plume of smoke rising from the bunch of tall evergreens. She's got to be there. I ran toward it and saw white flames spreading and turning a couple of wild flowers to ash. "Thalia!" I tried again. I heard a muffled cough and what sounded like a sharp whistle. I knew it was her. I followed the noise to a hole, or what was left of one. I quickly started to use my hands to dig out all of the dirt and found myself accidentally pulling a tuff of black hair. "M… *cough* Misty…" I could barely hear her over the increasing sound of the roaring flames. I tried to lift her battered body out from the hole, but with no help from her it was a failed attempt. I slipped myself in the hole with her. If she's going to die, I'll die with her.