CHAPTER 2

The first person I recognized in the hunt was Zoë. She looked the same as she did a couple of years ago, but something just wasn't right.
I went straight for her. "Hey, Zoë. Long time no see."
"I thought I smelled something fishy here." she said snappily.
"Very funny." I lunged at her.
She dodged. "Your fighting skills are okay, but you have to always expect the unexpected." She grabbed my sword and retaliated.
She barely missed, and she made a large gash in my shirt. "Whoa. I see you've gotten better at combat since we last saw each other." I grab it back, and hit the butt of my sword against her forehead. She passed out.
I moved on to see… No one. I didn't recognize even one of the girls. All of them either died or Artemis gave them the option to change their look. That sounds about right, because I know that Zoë could care less about how she looks. Then, I found Artemis. She has the form of an old lady, but she fights with grace, as if she was our age.
"Hello, Percy." She draws her bow, but not quickly enough. I take it and snap it in half.
"Can't fight well without your bow, now can you?" I also grab her arrows and snap it in half.
"PERCY! You will regret this, not necessarily today, but one day in this lifetime. Thou shall regret it! Hunters! MOVE OUT!"
They left us like a swarm of locusts in the desert. Out of the corner of my eye I see Grover working his 'Medical Magic' as he would probably call it. I see him walk away from the body he was over. It was Connor Stoll.
"I cannot fix Connor. He took an arrow to the throat and the lung. Even if I tried, he would only live for a couple of hours, suffering." Grover said, with much guilt in his voice.
"As long as you tried, you did the right thing, Grover. Thanks." Annabeth comforted .
"Well, I think we all will miss-" I started
"WHY?! WHY?!" I hear the other Stoll brother, clutched over Connor, sobbing.
"Listen. It's okay, bro. We tried our hardest. He's definitely a hero. He took out one of the best hunters, Zoë. He will be missed." Grover says, holding back tears.
"Let's go tell Chiron so we can get the funeral planned." Annabeth says in a tone full of remorse. We head on to the big house, and suddenly, I hear something. It sounded like arrows getting pulled out of a- WAIT!
Suddenly, all of the arrow are lifted out of Connor's skin and into the thin air. Connor lets out a cough.
"Connor's alive!" I yell.