Logan

The wind rushing past him. The ground growing closer and closer. The screams of his friends and himself as he fell. This was what Logan experienced as he plummeted 500 feet to the ground below. Then an idea hit him. Logan reached into his quiver, summoned an arrow, and knocked it in his bow. "Please work." He prayed as he launched the arrow at the ground. It exploded into a pile of foam which Logan fell into.

One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Logan still didn't move. The other four flew down towards him. "Is he okay?" Daphne asked.

Sarah bent down to feel his pulse when Logan popped out of the foam groaning like a zombie rising from the grave. Sarah screamed and jumped back in surprise. "Oh, that was awesome!" Logan said in between laughs.

"That wasn't funny!" Sarah exclaimed.

"We thought you were dead!" Daphne put in.

DJ shrugged. "I thought it was funny." She high-fived Logan, both of them laughing. "Whoa, Logan, what's that in your wing?"

Logan looked and saw an arrow lodged in what was left of his wing. "That's weird." He said, breaking it off to look at it. "This thing couldn't have broken off a piece of a metal wing." He looked closer and noticed something. "Wait a minute. This arrow is made of celestial energy. How is that possible?"

There was a rustling in the nearby foliage. The four heroes got there weapons ready, while Grover squeaked and hid behind Sarah. A muscular, blue-glowing man with an impressive beard, wearing a Greek war kilt and a belt with a buckle reading, "Everything's bigger in Athens," walked out holding the lost piece of Logan's wing. Logan's first immediate thought was Oh great. I got shot down by Chuck Norris. "Oh, I'm sorry about that." The man said, sounding truly sorry. "I thought you kids were Stymphalian Birds. I'm just glad I didn't hurt any of you."

Logan was about to tell this jerk off, but Daphne held him back. "It's alright sir. My name's Daphne, daughter of Demeter. And you are?"

"Greetings Daphne, daughter of Demeter. I am the great hunter, Orion."

Orion. Why did that name sound familiar? "Hey, aren't you that constellation?" Logan asked.

Orion's face flashed with anger for a second, then back to calm. "Yes, I suppose I am." He replied. "Of course, I'm now free from that prison you mortals call the sky."

"How did you get free?"

"Well, a kind young gentleman claiming to be the son of Krios called me down to Earth to assist him." The group shared a look with each other. Orion was talking about a demititan. "He said that all I had to do to stay here on Earth is to hunt and kill the son of the hunting goddess. Like that's even true. Artemis has only promised herself to one man before, and that man died." His expression turned grim. "At her own stinkin' hands." Logan knew there was a story about that, but he couldn't place who the person was. Orion went on. "Anyways, you can just take your wing and be on your way. I won't bother you any…" Orion cocked his head to one side. "Oh… I see…. Well, you don't have to get mean about it… Alright. Fine. I'll handle it." With that he went full Rambo on the group, firing arrow after arrow, locking them all to the ground or any nearby trees.

"Hey!" Yelled DJ, pinned to the ground by her socks. "What gives?"

Orion stepped up to Logan, who was the only one left un-stuck. "You! You are the son of Artemis!"

Logan quickly stood up. "Well, now that we've been formally introduced, I really must be going." He turned to run, but Orion shot another arrow, nicking his ear and drawing some blood. Logan yelled out from the pain.

"That was a warning shot, boy." Orion loaded another arrow into his bow. "The next one won't be."

"Look man, is there anyway I can just take my friends and leave? We're kind of supposed to save our home in a few days."

"You are heroes?"

"Yeah. The best kind."

"I was a hero too once." Orion looked up wistfully. "Alas, those days are gone. I have great respect for heroes, so I will let you live. On one condition, that is."

"Name your challenge."

"You say you are a son of Artemis. Then I challenge you to prove your hunting skills. There is a certain beast that has always eluded my grasp. This beast is why I am here, for I have been tracking it. Find and bring me the Teumessian Fox, and I shall return your wing piece, and let you all go."

"Just bring back a stupid little fox? That's it? I can handle that. You're on!"

"Bring it to me by sunset, or I will kill your friends, and then you as well."

Logan gulped. If this fox had eluded Orion, then what chance did he have?