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Author's Note: Thanks for the feedback c: I'll try my best! Anyways, this was originally supposed to be a oneshot so there maybe 3 chaps maybe 10 idk. Please dont expect me to have a consistent schedule. Last thing, is it better to write in like a google doc and paste it in or do what i've been doing and writing in ? Format's kinda buggy ngl

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The green-eyed male scratched his head embarrassingly. "I wasn't exactly aware of this um arrangement. Anyways! I'm from the Isle of Watchers, my name is Per-"

"Perseus. I know," Artemis cut him off.

"My lady I-"

"Call me mistress."

"Mistress, may I know your name?"

She pondered it for a bit and replied, "You'll call me mistress."

At the moment, Percy was very frustrated with this woman standing right in front of him. Not only were they meeting for the first time, but she was being rude for absolutely no reason. It was as if his existence was a nuisance, and his voice was the most annoying thing in the universe. If this was the way he was going to be treated when they summoned him than why the hell was he summoned?

Percy was silent for a moment. "Mistress, what are your orders for me?"

I suppose I'm stuck with her for the rest of my life. How unfortunate... It could've been worse. He consoled himself.

"Boy. Why can't I see your face?"

Percy frowned, "My clan calls it the Masking Mist. It protects us, Guardians, in a way. It prevents those who summon us to judge us by our facial features. The mist only disappears when we are truly accepted and when we truly accept you and decide to take it off. So even if you truly accept me, I can still choose not to take it off."

With a cold stare, Artemis said, "Everyday, you must sharpen the Hunt's arrows, make breakfast, safeguard the Hunt at all times when there is a disturbance deal with it by any means, make lunch at noon, pack up and set up our tents whenever we switch locations, make dinner at dusk, after every hunting session clean all clothes and gear, and during the night ensure that no monsters disturb any of the girl's sleep. Lastly, you are NOT allowed to harm or touch in any shape or form any of the girls here. If you fail to follow my orders, you will die by my hands. For today, you will be relieved of some your duties, however I will not say the same for tomorrow."

"Understood," he said as he lowered his head unwilling to let her see his dissatisfied expression. It was like she had just ignored all of the words that came out of his mouth a couple of moments ago.

Percy turned his gaze towards the group of girls, "I'm assuming you guys are the Hunt?"

The group did not verbally reply only glared and threw him looks of disdain as if staring at him like how a human would look down at an insect. A tall girl with blond hair stepped up and spat, "You are not worthy to speak to us, filthy male." She then turned to his mistress and asked, "My lady, is it possible to exchange guardians? I assumed we were getting a female and surely we aren't having this male join the Hunt."

"We cannot. Unfortunately, he is here to stay. You girls may do as you like for now," Artemis replied.

Hearing this, Percy almost exploded in frustration. He angrily said, "Seeing as I am unwanted here, I will be patrolling the surrounding," and stalked away holding his bow and quiver.

Why do they hate me so much? The fuck did I even do? Sorry for even existing I guess?

He thought as he was mapping the land inside his mind. Usually, Percy didn't curse that much, but the way he was treated really pissed him off. He was never treated this way before even with the people who hated his guts back in the Isle of Watchers. Percy had never met any of them before, yet he was treated like a criminal that was lower than dirt.

Is this where I'm going to live out the rest of life?

To be chosen was the highest honor his people could have. To be chosen meant you completed your training and had the necessary skills to protect your summoner. To be chosen meant you were truly a guardian, and you no longer a seeker. Seekers were called that because they strove to sharpen their skills to prove you had what it takes to become a guardian. A guardian was the highest prestige you could have, and your name would be recorded for future generations.

Currently, Percy was doubting his life choices.

Maybe I should've trained less? If this is what happens after being summoned, I would rather be in the Isles. Be with my friends and family. Damn. I should've listened to to that old man and became the next Sword Heir.

Sword Heirs were chosen to become the next Sword Seeker. They would learn all of the sword techniques and be taught the way of the sword. Once they have learned and mastered the way of the sword, they must create their own technique and upon creation they would become the next Sword Seeker. The Sword Seeker would teach later generations and pass on the techniques in searchfor a Sword Heir to replace them.

In short, Percy felt miserable and very homesick. He already missed his friends, his mom, his dad, the lake that he sat by to sort out his thoughts, just everything. Here, he was in a foreign land that looked nothing like his homeland. Here, he knew nobody, and nobody knew him. The people he was supposed to protect were a group of man-hating girls that didn't even want him to be there or even exist near them. His mistress, he was sure, felt the exact same. Here, he was alone. He was lost and had no motive, no direction. His only option was to listen to his mistress, and he didn't really like that option.

The Guardian he knew and strove towards felt like a joke. The Guardian he knew was faithful and diligent. They were a wall their master could lean on whenever they were tired and a shield that protected them from anything that was attacking them. He saw the truth and was enlightened. The Guardian was a slave. He was forced to listen to his master and protect them at all costs. A guardian and a slave. They were two sides of the same coin. It was only a matter of perspective, he realized. His people saw this as a glorious deed, the highest honor one could have. Yet when he was hit by reality, it was the complete opposite than what he expected. It hurt. A lot. It was as if he was struck by a train and miraculously survive.

He survived, but he scarred for life.

It was a prison. A prison that would trap him here and never let go. Perhaps the Guardian truly wanted to protect his master, but Percy certainly didn't feel the same.

He was struck with an overwhelming wave of sorrow. History had repeated itself. He was the slave.

Is this how you felt? This really is.. Unfortunate.

Percy had already decided what he would do. Shut off his brain. Turn off his mind. He would be on autopilot and let his guardian instincts take over. Take over his brain. Take over his mind.

Maybe this would be the worst decision of his life, maybe the best. He knew he was taking the easy way out. Maybe, this was his weak mentality revealing itself, but he had made his decision. Once his mind was made up, nothing else could stop him.

Nothing.

Besides, it wasn't as if he was dying, he would be on the sidelines and would only act if he had to. It wasn't death. It was like watching a movie but making all the key decisions when he wanted to.

He calmly stared at the moon and said, "The moon sure looks beautiful tonight."

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Author's note: i was in a good mood. Heres a present! Also.. less words than first chap. sry