"Thalia." I woke, blurry eyed, to my lady shaking me.
"Yes, My Lady?" I asked. I noticed she was packing arrows into a quiver.
"I need you to pack everyone up and get as far away form here as possible." She replied in a hushed tone.
"Why?" I had lowered my voice, but my confusion still came through clear.
She turned from the weapon she was trying to gather. Her face shown with concern before she replied, "The god, Phanes, is here. He's the god of procreation, and I don't want any of the girls under his influence."
"Oh," I said, "Makes sense, I guess." By then I was getting changed into day clothes.
"I'll find you as soon as I'm done." Artemis, My Lady, said before ducking out of the tent.
A few Minutes later I was outside helping the others take down tents down and pack up. This was defiantly the weirdest thing to happen to the hunters, at least scinse I've been part of them.
We had gone a couple of miles away and had gotten all the little ones back to bed. Just a quick explanation of "little ones"; we've been helping the satyrs gather other demi-gods to go to Camp Half-Blood. Most of them are girls we want to turn into hunters but are still just a little . . . to little. The youngest one was still only two.
They were all going to start training during the summer.
Anyways back to the story. Our lady had been gone for hours and there was still no sign of here. I was sitting by the fire poking the logs with a long stick.
All the others were in their tents getting ready to go back to sleep. When there was a rustling in the trees. And as I looked, My Lady came out of the trees . . . and she looked like trash!