Adam's POV
I was running. My legs pumping as I dodged trees and bushes. I could still hear that...that thing. I didn't know what the heck it was, but it was massive and it was trying to kill me. Why? I didn't know.
"Come back here, boy," it growled. I tried to pick up the pace. It wasn't far behind me. I was worn out. The creature had been chasing me for around half an hour, and the exhaustion was making my limbs heavy.
Suddenly, I heard a crash and a horrible roar. I risked a glance back and saw another beast had joined the chase. Again, I tried to push myself to go faster, but my body had already been through too much exertion. I knew that I was going to give out soon. Those monster were going to kill me.
Something crashed into my side and I slammed into the dirt. I was dead. They had me. Then, I heard one of the beasts wail in pain. I looked up and see what tackled me. A small, cloaked figure stood above me, firing arrows from a massive, silver bow. A hood covered their face so I couldn't make out their features.
I was amazed at how fast the arrows were pulled from the quiver, nocked, aimed, and shot. The person stepped over me, easily making their way closer to the wounded creatures, still firing arrow upon arrow. I managed to stand up, leaning against a tree to keep my weak knees from buckling. I watched as my rescuer kept shooting until the beasts were lying motionless.
The person went up to the creatures and began pulling the arrows out of their hide. Now that I was standing, I could tell just how small the cloaked figure was. They were barely tall enough to reach my nose. I pushed myself off of the tree and half limped over to them.
"Um, thanks for that. What are those things?" I asked, staring at the monsters. The person straightened up, having cleaned the arrows with a small cloth and returning them to the quiver.
"Hellhounds," came a voice that wasn't what I expected. I looked down at the figure as they pushed their hood back.
A girl with chestnut brown hair and faded green eyes stood beside me. She looked about my age but, do to her size, could easily pass for younger. I was shocked.
"You're a girl?" I asked stupidly. Her eyes flickered up to mine, her gaze was cold.
"Yes," she said flatly. I noticed that she had a light, British accent. She looked back down at the bodies, her eyes scrutinizing ever last detail.
"I'm Adam," I told her, trying to get rid of the awkward silence. She met my gaze again.
"I'm Diana, daughter of Apollo," she replied. My brow furrowed. Daughter of Apollo? Was this girl in some kind of gang or something?
"Um, okay," I muttered. Her eyes narrowed.
"Come with me," she said, turning swiftly. I stood there a minute, confused. She stopped and looked back at me.
"Are you just going to stand there or are you coming?" she called. I blinked and started limping forward, following her.
The short girl moved swiftly and silently, while I was stumbling around, dragging my leg around.
"Where are we going?" I asked after a few minutes.
"I'm taking you to Tópos Yioí kai Thygatéres," she replied flatly. I had absolutely no idea what that meant.