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Artemis was barely aware of the arguments surrounding her, lost in thought.
The hunt was unsuccessful, though the ominous clues that caused the shouting around her. The air was heavy with ancient power. Power she had not felt in millenia, that made her skin crawl. The power centered around a small, empty, hole in the ground.
Any other searching proved fruitless, but as they were leaving, a new scent brushed her senses. A scent that made her stomach turn in dread. A power so eerily familiar, it occupied her thoughts since.
The scent of moonlight and cinnamon.
Magical Timeskip
Perseus stood out in the snow, lost in thought. This stupid school thing sucked, plain and simple. Trapped with brainwashed peers and filthy women, in some creepy castle-like building, for hours.
The forest around him quieted, and the winds slowed, leaving the night in eerie silence. His skin glowed in the moonlight, sharply contrasting with the auburn hair on his head. Pink scars lined the visible portions of his arms, ugly burns and lines leading under his pajamas, and peeking out on his neckline and barely marking his jawline.
He huffed, and released the wilderness around him, turning his attention to Muirdris perched around his neck. Slowly, she lightly tightened around his neck for warmth, which spurred him into action.
He took a final deep breath of the frigid air, and he headed to his bed.
Another Skip
It was a dread inducing moment for Artemis, watching as a flare of power erupted from their destination. She could only hope, whatever awaited them, her girls would be safe.
As they drew closer to the school holding the demigods, they could feel the power in the air, stifling the wind and drawing them in. Artemis idly noticed the lack of animals around them, and the layered scent she found in that clearing a year before. Her skin crawled at the thought.
The closer they drew to the power, the deeper dread seeped into her system.
The clearing they arrived at was silent. Artemis almost missed the source of the power, instead glancing at the campers they had been sent to support, and the Manticore, who seemed to be… shielding the children? A series of gasps came from her younger hunters, and she followed their stare to a sight that made her ichor freeze.
The scythe in his hand dripped with blood, mortal blood. Scars lined his arms and neck, standing out against pale skin. Identical silvery yellow eyes met, and the world shuddered.
The snake she hadn't noticed hissed as the boy's eyes narrowed.
In a blur of motion, he was upon her, his scythe arcing downward to her head. She threw herself to the side, rolling back to a stand with hunting knives in hand. The boy, her son, seemed momentarily shocked before he lunged at her once more. She dodged his overhead swing, but stumbled back when the butt of the scythe met her cheek.
"Please, stop this!" Artemis called to the boy, but he merely let out a ferocious growl and charged again. His swings were wild and untrained, but fast. If it weren't for Artemis' silver outfit, she would be struggling to tell them apart.
Artemis seemed to be leading the boy around the clearing, until a missed strike cut cleanly through a tree. Zoe watched as the demigods fell sideways, she noted the daughter of Athena appeared over the children. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the large pine tree smash into the Manticore, and the puff of golden dust that followed.
The battle was fairly one-sided, with Artemis gracefully dodging the boy's assault. Though Artemis had the advantage, she seemed to be trying to… pacify him? Zoe only watched as she continued occasionally pleading with the boy, to no effect. A loud pop sounded sharply to her right, and she watched Apollo enter the clearing.
The sight of her brother made Artemis panic, and that panic made an opening. A wide slash caught her stomach, leaving a thin cut across her torso. She screamed in pain, forced to a knee with both arms wrapped around the wound. She watched, through blurred vision, as Apollo intercepted another strike, sword at the ready. It only took a single attack for Apollo to disarm the boy, her boy, and knock him out with a quick pommel strike.
In a blur, Apollo was by her side and carefully rolling her onto her back, ignoring her protest and exposing her stomach to the freezing winter air. Golden Ichor trailed from the cut, hissing when it touched the snow. Apollo carefully brought a glowing palm to the cut, only to recoil when she screamed in pain.
"Get that scythe!" Apollo commanded, with the beginnings of panic on his face. His call spurned the Hunters into action, as Zoe approached the rest spread across the clearing.
The wound wouldn't clot, or stop bleeding, despite her godly healing and Apollo's attempts. Her face was pale and scrunched in pain, while the steady stream of ichor now puddled on uncovered grass. She watched Apollo carefully gather Artemis in his arms, working slowly and whispering assurances in response to quiet her pained whimpering, he gave her a quick nod before flashing to Olympus.
Slight headcanon younger Olympians are worse with pain, cause they dont get hit much if at all.
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