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A lone figure dashed through the forest with unmatched speed, evading every obstacle that hampered its movement, no human can ever hope to compete with the grace of this figure… except one.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
As the figure stopped to slow its heart beat and composed itself, only one thought came remained strong in its mind, I am a goddess. The forest is my domain… and yet… I am afraid?
Thump… Thump… Thump…
In the open field, where the gaze of the moon revealed the person's identity, one can easily assume her beauty knows no bound. Silver flowing hair, glittering under her symbol, covered her lithe shoulders and back. Muscles repeatedly clenched and relaxed after sprinting for nearly 10 minutes without stopping. Sweat dripped on the toned body of the goddess and yet the allure continued to surround the femme fatale. Her piercing silver eyes frantically scanned the area for the predator that hunts her. Her! The goddess that always hunted the prey! The goddess deemed as the predator to numerous monsters that opposed Olympus. However, this time, the table has changed.
Thump… Thump…
"That was quite a chase… milady…" Artemis' eyes widened after hearing the deep voice that came seemingly out of nowhere.
Thump. ThuMP. ThUMP. THUMP!
Silence permitted the area as Artemis' penetrating eyes searched the vicinity for the predator that had the gall to hunt her! Her! The goddess of the hunt! But her thunderous heart beats betrayed what little confidence she has.
Forcing the only bravado left in her being, she stuttered unintentionally, "S-show yourself!"
Mocking laughter erupted to her left. With a speed that only Apollo can match, Artemis knocked an arrow to her bow and fired to the source of the laughter with what she thought a pinpoint accuracy. Then it stopped.
Thump. Thump… Thump…
A whisper suddenly came to life in her right ear, "Why are you running away from me…? Milady… Am I that… scary?"
Before she can even employ her expertise with the bow and arrow, the figure captured it, and took the offending weapon away from her. With nothing to defend herself, curse him for chasing her out of the camp right when Thalia is sharpening her daggers, she slowly back away from the voice but only succeeded on leaning against a tree.
In regular circumstances, Artemis would have formulated numerous tactical plans to approach her prey. However, tonight she IS the prey, her mind freezing from a situation that she never encountered, and never would have thought to encounter.
ThuMP! ThUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Is this what mortals called fear? Is this the feeling that my prey felt when I hunted them?!
Slowly but surely, the hunter emerged from its hiding. Its face covered by the shadows of the numerous branches that seemed to sway under the hunter's presence. Built body forged from the abundant training it forced itself. Broad shoulders fabricated to create the perfect leverage for the mighty sword bestowed upon the predator. Strong, callused hands portray the intense sword fighting regiment the hunter designed to capture its prey. And now, its labor bore fruit! The goddess of the hunt herself lay cornered in front of the predator, like a helpless prey. His prey!
Walking ever slowly towards the goddess, with a smirk that depict victory, which Artemis knew herself, the predator nonchalantly lowered its face close to the goddess' frozen profile. So close that she cannot help but blush from the heat emanating from its body. Incredibly close that the virgin goddess should feel threaten that her first kiss might be stolen by the insolent hunter.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
As if the awkward position the hunter emulated with the goddess isn't enough, the moonlight betrayed its patron by lighting the face of the hunter. The masculine face that belonged to the predator emerged from the shadows, his bright sea-green eyes searched her eyes, as if he's trying to permanently etch his victory in her mind, his annoying smirk that infuriated her, and yet, melted any resistance she put up.
"Perseus Jackson…" Artemis whispered slowly.
With one hand, Perseus grabbed both her hands and lifted it up above her head, preventing any chances that Artemis had from escaping his, evil or so she thought, clutches. Then he whispered ever so softly, so sensually to her ears.
"I have captured you and now… you're mine."