The riders

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO

3rd POV

Deep in the woods on the outskirts of California a tall man sat at the centre of a camper fire. The man sniffed the air around him. His crimson eyes swirled with bloodlust and malice. He could feel the flames licking his face almost like they wanted to consume him whole.

He blinked in surprise as the flames continued to dance around his face hoping to burn him, but they had no effect on the man. "Soon," he said looking into the fire, "I shall have my vengeance."

Around him, deeper into the woods loud snarls resonated around the area. A pack of silver wolves stalked a campsite protectively. Around the camp were a dozen or so girls wearing silver hunting outfits. They were the hunters of Artemis, they looked to be between ten and sixteen, but their mistress was not there with them on the night, she had gone into labour. The wolves continued to prowl the campsite nervously which the hunters couldn't help but notice. The hunters could now feel a cold stale air wrapping itself around their bodies.

Some of the newer hunters began to shuffle their feet restlessly as they quietly scanned the camp. The current lieutenant of the hunt Phoebe daughter of Ares began to pray to her matron to come to the camp. She gripped the bow she had summoned tightly as she scanned the woods while she also prayed.

WIISH!

Out of nowhere an arrow pieced through the woods and found it's way into the shoulder of one of the new members like blazing rocket. "Ah!" she yelped in pain causing some of her sister to run to her aid. The older more experienced hunters readied their bows scanning the woods more cautiously.

WIISH!

A second arrow pieced through the woods landing in their campfire. The arrow was swallowed by the flames as soon as it made contact with fire. Some of the less experienced hunters relaxed slightly on their grip. "Hunters," said Phoebe the first hunter of Artemis said looking around with caution, "be vigilant, our lives depend on it" she took one long hard look at the fire and sighed, she didn't know what was happening.

One of the wolves growled before charging deep into the woods. The other wolves followed its action and charged into the deep dark forest. The silver eyed wolves ran through the woods with grace as they weaved around the trees. They all wrinkled their noses as they caught a whiff of the stale air. A silent fear made its way through their hearts as they continued to run.

WIISH! WIISH! WIISH!

Blazing red arrows began to streak through the woods and they were all aimed at the wolves. The first arrow struck the wolf that ran into the woods first on its side making it hit a tree. Before the poor wolf even made contact with the ground, it saw six more arrows coming towards it. A look of fear clearly was visible on the proud loyal animal.

The hunters looked at each other nervously as they heard the pained whines of their dying wolves. Suddenly behind them in the campfire a dark flaming figure emerged holding a five foot long flaming Kopis. She had blazing red eyes that wished to burn and destroy everything they set their gaze upon. She had a beautifully dangerous face with cruel smile on it. The figure wore a black figure hugging cat suit with a dagger strapped on her thigh.

"Who are you and what do you want?" asked Phoebe trying to sound unintimidated by the woman. The woman smiled at the question almost savouring the edge in the voice of Phoebe.

The woman carefully scanned around the camp and descended into a fit of laughter. The sound of the woman's laugh was both beautiful and chilling to their spines. "My name is Pestilence" she said in a sickeningly sweet voice that was causing the tree around the hunters to whither and die which brought her undiluted pleasure. "I am one of the four riders of the Great Helix"

The hunters paled at the mention of the name. They began to pray to any great god willing to help them.

"Quite an entrance sister" male voice said coming out of the shadows with cruel a smile while looking at the paled faces of the hunters. He had hollow black eyes that gave off a feeling of death to all who dare look at them. He was very handsome with midnight black hair that got down to his shoulders and fair skin. In his hand was a stygian iron scythe that hunters did not want to touch. He wore black jeans and black combat jacket and boots. "My name is Death"

"Yes it was quite entertaining watching these toddlers' faces" said another male voice. The man stepped out of the shadows and all the hunters couldn't deny that he was gorgeous with warm puppy dog brown eyes and an olive complexion. He had dark brown almost black hair that was styled in s quiff with cute dimples when he smiled that made him look like he was on their side. One of the hunters could actually be heard swooning over him. He wore a black leather jacket with black jeans and a pair of converse sneakers. Twin daggers were sheathed around both thighs. He also had a katana strapped on his back. "My name is War"

"Yes it was" said a female voice coming out of the shadows. The woman was beautiful but deathly pale with platinum almost silvery white hair with big black eyes that filled air with poison. She wore a flowy white chiton over golden cuirass. She was also bare foot with black nails that were like claws. In her hand she held bronze spear. "My name is Famine"

"They are my riders." said an echoing voice that resonated around the campsite. "They will bring total destruction to this world, starting with you meddlesome brats." This scared the hunters even more as they could feel the power rolling off the four and it was close to that of the primordial council, but still far off from the king and queen. "Now my children enjoy yourselves, make them beg for mercy than take what is precious to them most, but don't kill them."

The ride known as Death licked his lips savouring the fear coming from the hunters before he lunged at Phoebe. Phoebe looked at the rider in disgust and spat on his handsome face which he enjoyed. "I'm going to have fun with you" he said with voice that sent a chill down her spine. Phoebe looked around and she saw the female riders smiling cruelly at her, but War looked at her with sorrowful eyes through his warm brown eyes that the other did not notice.

Just as death was about to pull Phoebe away into a tent a flash of light lit the campsite. The riders looked at the furious face off…

Long time no update for this story, sorry about that. I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a feedback.

ADDIO