Thalia aims –fire. Another night of patrolling the woods and protecting what the Great Goddess Artemis owns. Bow in hand, Thalia spies two lovers suddenly step out of the borders, beyond the marked tree line, clueless and arguing rather harshly. And when Thalia thought the young man was going to hit the crying lady –fire. The story starts with love and it shall end with it.
I do not own the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series.
The Hunters were out once more, devotedly traveling every inch of landscape full of green and various animals under Lady Artemis's commands and their loyalty to her sacred name. The Goddess did not join them in this particular venture, which was uncomfortably odd, considering all was in peace after Percy Jackson has recently ended the war. As far as each Huntress knew, Gods and Goddesses only neglect their duties out of laziness, which is never in Lady Artemis's case, or when the balance of nature is threatened, and thus, merely guessing the appropriate reason could either be a half and half chance to be bad or worst, hence, it is done respectively.
The girls were obviously having the same dilemma with each of them in deep relationship and special fondness for their Lady. But as skilled and blessed Huntresses, they were aware of everything, still. From the creeping paw steps against the ground to the tiny critters crawling about. That is why when Thalia heard a familiar sound; her feet instinctively darted to the direction it was sounding in order to get a clear verification.
The queer yet already heard of sound went sort of like a mix between a buzz and a beep.
Thalia's boots raked the stray stones out of the way and snapped the disarrayed twigs below her feet, and somewhere around the middle, slightly slipped on the surface of damp soil that would've been an unforgettable embarrassment if the other Huntresses had seen her. Hopefully, no one did.
The earth should be a part of them, especially now when it's the forest grounds, an animal's true home, and because of that, her movement momentarily got the rhythm, the beat of nature and breath of the wild; her eagerness growing high. Thalia stopped abruptly, a speck closer and her form would've been visible behind the tree; a very close one. There, behind the large tree trunk sprouted at her side, Thalia dared a faint tilt of her head and peeked over to the sound. It was a phone. A phone held by the smoothest of hands that was connected to the fairest of skins that went up to the most beautiful face, only if it wasn't grimacing in a forcibly held back sob.
"I'm so scared. Where are you?" The girl mumbled to the phone with counteracting sniffs. "We agreed we'll meet here and talk. Where are you?"
The girl was about a mile away but with the serenity of the looming night, Thalia heard her words echoing through the vanishing daylight. Normally, she wasn't the one to eavesdrop. Alright, perhaps she would be the one. Nevertheless, her priorities always came first and, the girl was actually trespassing, not that she would know, but any Huntress would keep a protective eye until the out of placed creature is safely out of the borders. The problem is, unless Thalia understood those cheeky romantic love comedies wrong, the girl just called her boyfriend to "talk" and that means they were going to make up. And Thalia is naïve about lots of things but, in real life, she wanted to know, how do gals and guys really "make up."
In mid thought, a sound of the wee cracks of fallen dried leaves echoed somewhere a mile away and Thalia knew she wouldn't have to wait any longer, watching the girl, it seemed like both of them were glad.
The impending darkness was now so intense even the lover's whispers sent chills down Thalia's nerves along with the icy northerly winds despite her being used to the cold, probably their conversation and intimate actions were the ones affecting her.
"So we're friends again?" The girl asked just as the boy strongly pushed his lips unto hers for another long kiss, both of their moans deepening. Thalia had to admit they were both beautiful, the word itself, and perfect physically. When they parted, he said, "Friends."
Thalia realized cheeky TV relationships equal real life cheeky relationships, but she can't complain about logic though the comparison was ridiculous. Out of cue, the boy's cell phone rang buzzes and beeps, messing up the prior reconciliation. He quickly searched his pockets and pulled it out, the girl expressing irritability, but he ignored her, "hello?"
"Hey babe, where are you?" The other end seductively flirted in a pitched voice.
The girl crossed her arms, "is that Odette?"
And the argument started.
Thalia was puzzled but a hint of amusement hovered in her mind. She can't honestly deny that Luke and she never argued before, and it was childish, but that's how things go. They were different. Maybe this couple wasn't meant to be also. Thalia watched the girl shout and the boy yell, and in her subconscious, something actually tried to tick out points for excellent reasoning. Albeit, bias; she's a Huntress after all.
The heated argument went in flames when the girl swatted a hand on the boy, slapping his face with a loud sound. Thalia saw how the guy tighten his jaw and how the girl realized her mistake, slowly backing away, but the boy was already breathing hard, biceps growing as he curled his hands into fists. Thalia also didn't notice her hand grab her Huntress's Bow and actually aim at anything till the bow literally zipped through the air faster than a bullet and hit a target.
What has she done?
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