Chapter 2

Leo was trying to get the cage to open as Piper charm-spoke, but nothing was working. Then this super-hot (and short) girl appeared out of nowhere, slicing through the cage almost effortlessly. He was still staring, hearts in his eyes at his apparent soul-mate.

"Thank you, Safira Peverell!" Hera cried, breaking free of the cage and earth.

"There is no need, Your Majesty," the girl—Safira—responded, curtsying. "It is but my duty and honor to help you."

"Nevertheless, you shall receive a reward."

"Thank you, Queen Hera, but at the moment, there is a giant at rise," she pointed out, looking at the mound of earth behind her.

"Ah, indeed. But it shall not rise!"

"Yet, I have, Hera," leered the giant, who rose.

Leo and Piper stepped back in fear, as well as Hera, who looked a bit panicked, but Safira stood her ground, with Jason, who appeared out of nowhere.

"My sister got frozen!" he screeched.

"Thalia!" cried Safira, running out.

She found Thalia frozen in a block of ice with plenty of other Hunters. Burning in fury at who dared to harm her family, she whipped her wand out casting many flaming spells that burned the ice off of them. Casting warming spells, she summoned ambrosia and nectar, feeding them by hand to the Hunters before Portkeying them away, sending them to tents she magically set up and mentally calling Kreacher, who absolutely adored her after she had taken him from Sirius Black in third year (she hadn't cared whether he was innocent or not, she sensed the pain of a creature and asked for it. He had given it to her and she had watched him reveal Pettigrew as the true culprit), to care for her family unseen.

Then she straightened and became aware of the many eyes watching her. Whipping around, she found herself face to face with a smirking werewolf.

"What do you want?" she demanded, mentally calling her bow and arrows.

"She doesn't look like much. Who is she?" the werewolf smirked.

"Leave me alone, Lycaon. I am a Hunter of Artemis!"

"Never seen you before," he frowned.

"Well then, too bad!" she snapped with a bloodthirsty smirk as her bow and quiver appeared on her, gleaming with silver.

The werewolves snarled, and Safira began shooting quickly, starting with riddling Lycaon with seventeen arrows in his heart. In less than a minute, the werewolves lay dead, and she burned their bodies just to be safe.

"Now who froze my family?" she demanded, looking extremely dangerous to the frightened monsters. "Who did it?!" she screamed, not caring anymore who she hurt, sending Killing Curses flying everywhere, instantly slaughtering the monsters. Soon, she was alone with only monster dust surrounding her as she panted, furious. Then she stomped back into the Wolf House, ducking instantly when a sword flew at her. "What's happening?" she demanded of the curly-haired boy.

"I'm Leo! And Jason's fighting the giant!"

Cursing quite fluently in Greek, using words that would have made a sailor blush, she stomped up to the giant, using magic to enhance her strength, she kicked him—hard—on his big toe, which broke with a crack. After that, she shot a golden arrow up his groin, sent stinging hexes and carefully controlled Fiendfyre at him, and hit him repeatedly, making her way up to where Jason was holding tightly to his hair, all of her attacks causing the giant to jerk in pain.

"Who are you that you can harm me?!" the giant yelled.

"I am the mortal embodiment of Hecate! I am your destruction!" she answered coldly. "Jason! Just bloody stab him already!" she ordered, her British accent seeping into her voice with her annoyance. Jason stabbed the giant in the cheek. "Oh well, good enough," Safira shrugged, sending a Killing Curse at the same time down at the giant. Grabbing Jason, she leaped in the air, turning in midair and Apparating down to the ground, where they watched the giant crumble into dust. "Your Majesty, the monsters have been destroyed," she said, curtsying.

Leo, Jason, and Piper gaped—or rather, Leo and Piper gaped since Jason was on the ground vomiting.

"Well done, Safira," Hera praised, a note of surprise entering her voice as well.

"May I leave to take care of my sisters now?" she requested, keeping her eyes down.

"Of course, dear. Go on now," Hera encouraged, smiling as her favorite demigod curtsied, backing out the door and vanishing in a blur, leaving behind a laugh of joy.

"Who was that?" Jason demanded.

"That was Safira Peverell, the Forgotten Hunter," Hera responded, smiling softly. "She's been a Hunter for seven years, but she isn't seen very often. Most would agree that she is the most powerful of all the Hunters, and she cares for them very much. Her father is Apollo, but she is very devoted to Artemis. Some say she is a goddess in a mortal form."