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Boy With Silver Eyes - Prologue!
It's a hunter!percy fic, but it's not fem!percy or anything. He's a Son of Artemis. Adopted, of course.
His heritage - let's just make it clear right now, he's a clear sighted mortal. Somehow, Artemis managed to make him her son, but he is a clear-sighted mortal. Not a demigod.
Arma Roma is my priority. Don't whine if my updates for this story get inconsistent.
As of right now, it's really just a teaser because one of y'all PMed me asking if I had a full perlia! story in mind, and this is it!
preynalia! story also otw, I've got like three chapters of that done, but it's a mortal AU, and I've said too much now. I've got so many like prologues written and chapters half-finished that I may never publish, so like maybe I'll post them on kombatwombat14? Idk, I've been on fanfiction for like a month and I love it here.
Too much rambling.
Enjoy!
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Unknown Location. Near the Camp of The Hunters of Artemis.
Crunch!
Snap!
A figure, clad in black, stumbled through the woods, limping on a damaged ankle, one that had been broken by the impact of contact between it and a stray rock.
Such a simple mistake would cost them a life.
A musky scent wafted through the air, alerting the mortal to the presence of the monster which had been chasing her.
You see them, they see you.
This - this curse, disguised as a gift - would cost her a life.
She looked down at the infant cradled within her arms, who, despite the danger it was in, still slept soundly while it was wrapped cozily inside its blanket.
"I'm sorry."
She smiled mournfully, regretfully at her child, her own flesh and blood, one she'd give up her life for.
She was about to do exactly that.
The black-clad figure set her child down on the soft, black soil, smelling the earthy scent of the ground. Loam soil. Amazingly fertile. Good for growing, with enough nutrients to sustain life.
She chuckled humourlessly. Maybe the soil could sustain her child's life. Given the fact that a fucking Grecian Monster was chasing her, it probably wasn't too far a reach to hope so.
She'd be dying here, though.
Her child wasn't old enough to comprehend what was happening. All he knew was that the warmth of his mother suddenly left, and his senses only registered the cold of the soil beneath him, and he started wailing in a vain attempt to reclaim the sense of safety that was only present within his mother's arms.
(What he didn't know was that his wailing made no sound.)
"I'm sorry."
She said it again and again and again and again as the musky scent of the monster started getting stronger and stronger, and her death closer and closer.
In minutes, her blood stained the ground, seeping into the soil.
Artemis approached the scene before her with caution.
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A strangled, throaty sound could be heard as the Goddess of the Hunt studied the corpse of a woman before her.
Her bow was nocked, prepared to fire, but Artemis stopped dead in her tracks as she saw what sat at the base of a tree.
A baby boy, no older than eight months, wailing in the dim moonlight that shone through the leaves of the forest.
(She subconsciously transformed into an older form. It probably would have been weird for a twelve year old to be a mother, after all.)
As a Goddess of Childbirth, a domain she'd constantly been made fun of, a domain she'd always despised, her motherly insticts kicked in and she bent down to pick the boy up, forgetting about her still-nocked arrow.
Twang!
Her arrow was released and she watched in horror as the arrow was let loose, and time seemed to slow down as the baby was about to be killed by her own hand, and she could do nothing about it-
The arrow lodged itself above the baby boy's head, and the infant started chuckling and clapping his hands. Artemis let out the breath she was holding and dematerialised her bow and arrows before picking the boy up carefully.
The baby before her registered warmth, and started reaching out for the figure that had given him a safe feeling, a feeling only the other woman had made him feel before.
He cooed at Artemis, who'd he now registered as his mother.
The Goddess of the Hunt, in spite of herself, smiled warmly at the baby boy before her. He grabbed her finger, playing with it, and she chuckled to herself, eyes shining with mirth.
It was a pity such an innocent child would grow up to be such a vile male, someone who'd pillage and steal and kill and rape and everything else males did.
Maybe she could do something about that.
"That's right. I'll be your new mother, and I'll take care of you. You'll be the best man there has ever been, one worthy of even my huntresses."
The boy chuckled again, but Artemis noticed that his voice was a tad unusual. A little... gurgle-y, if she were to choose a word. She'd find out in time.
"I'll name you... Perseus. I'll make sure you have a happy ending."
(His ending was happy, indeed. It just took a while to get there.)
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Prologue down.
cheers,
combatwombat14