Misty's P.O.V.

It's been a while since the last time I went to Camp Half-Blood. Last time I was there, I lost a lieutenant and a new fellow sister Hunter. Yes, I'm a Hunter of Artemis. And, I've been one since the beginning of Lady Artemis' Hunt, when she pledged boys off her life. I was one of those many nymphs that were offered for her Hunt.

"I still don't think this is a good idea..." I muttered, when we were camping during the night. We weren't that far away from Long Island, but I was already feeling uncomfortable being surrounded by so many male.

"None of us like the idea, Misty..." another Hunter, Gemma, rubbed my shoulder in agreement. Many of us just nodded, but there was one that didn't. Our lieutenant, Thalia.

"Girls, knocking it off for a second..." she stated, looking at us "If Lady Artemis asked us to go to Camp Half-Blood, a good reason she must have..."

"But, when we battled against those lycanthropes in California, she left us all alone and we survived!" Casey butted in. I shook my head to avoid the cut images and fuzz memories of that moment. The girls could talk freely about those day, while I still don't remember anything. For some reason, I can't remember anything after losing Zoë.

"That was a direct order of Zeus and she couldn't prevent us" Thalia explained, calmly. She was used to giving this kind of explanations, since she was the only one who could tolerate boys. Actually, the girls told me that she found her long lost baby brother in that trip to California, which explain why she tolerate them "Milady is on her own personal Hunt and we can't interfere... That's why she's sending us to Camp Half-Blood..."

"Fine" I blurted out, standing up "But, if any boy tries something with me, I'll start a kill spray" I announced before walking into my tent to sleep.

We arrived to Camp Half-Blood and, surprise, surprise. People was waiting for us. A long crowd of people, boys mixed among girls. It disgusted me.

"Chiron!" Thalia was fast into greeting the centaur trainer, who greeted her with many words of affection "I'm sorry for the short noticed-" she kept talking to him, walking away from the crowd and into Camp. We stayed standing all closer and murmurring.

"Um, excuse me?" A boy's voice tried to call for our attention, but we played deaf ears "OK, I understand... Um, Chiron told me to help you if you need anything-"

"We don't need help from a boy" I defended us, turning to see him. He was tall, with messy blonde hair and tan skin. He looked like he worked out regularly. Boys... Always trying to show off... What drew me off were his eyes: they were ocean blue. Suddenly, an image from my memories got on my head and I saw the same guy attacking me with a sword "You..." I sneered at him, disgusted and pulling my bow out. I saw him lift his hands in surrender, looking clearly confused.

"Wow, you don't need that!" he told me, trying to make me drop my weapons. The girls were watching next to me, but they didn't seem fazed about what I was doing "Please, put it down and we- we can talk about it..."

"You attacked me!" I screamed at him, taking a few steps closer to him. However, with every step I gave, he took a couple of them back. The look in his face, of pure terror and fear against me, made me feel good about myself. Made me feel like I was powerful and no men will ever bother me again.

"What?! I haven't seen you before today!" he continued, tripping down a little. I smirked when he was down and I aimed at his face. I drew my bow back and I was about to shoot when...

"Luke!" a woman's voice stopped me and made me turn to see the person who was talking to the guy under me. I saw a woman with blonde curly hair, same Californian tan as the boy and the most fierce stormy grey eyes I even encounter. She was walking towards us, holding a very strange knife in her hand, frowning "What do you think you're doing?! Attacking an unarmed boy?!" she yelled at me, accusing me. I glared at her.

"That's the excuse of the cowards!" I replied, not feeling intimidated by her words "This boy attacked me! He's the reason why I can't remember the last 18 years of my life!" The woman stopped dead in her tracks, between him and me. But she was staring at me as if I was insane.

"My son has never met you before in his life, because he's 15 years old!" she defended him. The boy looked between me and his mother, not understanding anything "Luke-" she cut herself, drinking the image of her son. Her shocking face soon turned into one of sadness and kindness, before cupping his cheek and caress it "I hadn't noticed before..."

"What- what hadn't you noticed before, Mom?" he hesitated to ask, as if the answer was gonna hurt him. The woman smirked and shook her head.

"How much you look like your Uncle Luke..." she whispered. The next thing I know, my weapons were taken from me and I have to face an angry Thalia.

"What the Hades is wrong with you?!" she scolded me. I've never seen her so angry before.

"He attacked me! He made me lose my life!" I accused him, knowing that, no matter what people said, I was right "I don't know how he got ride of the scar, but I know it was him-"

"The guy that attacked you was Luke Castellan, Misty" the woman interrupted me, serious "Just because Luke Jackson is a boy and looks like the guy that attacked you, doesn't mean you should... Should you?"

And, that's how I met Luke Jackson's Mom...