Chapter 1
The silver moon, jealous of Artemis's beauty, hid behind the clouds, leaving only a faint ray of light that highlighted the shine of her silver eyes, which now gleamed with the intensity of a thousand full moons.
A shiver ran through her body, a mixture of forbidden desire and terror at the vulnerability that emotion awakened in her.
The goddess, always so confident and independent, felt captivated by this demigod, a creature as mortal as he was irresistible.
The forest, normally silent and serene, seemed to vibrate with the goddess's energy, as if sharing her tension and desire. Her hands, usually firm and steady, trembled slightly, revealing the internal battle her heart waged.
"I cannot allow this. I am a goddess, he a mere mortal. Our destinies cannot intertwine," she thought fiercely, trying to extinguish the flame burning within her.
"But his eyes... they are like the sea, deep and mysterious. I drown in them," she sighed, half gasp, half stifled laugh. The huntress goddess, hunted by her own feelings.
"I have sworn to protect him, but from whom? From myself?" she bitterly wondered. A sarcastic comment escaped her lips: "If Apollo were to find out about this, I would become the laughingstock of Olympus. Although, perhaps that wouldn't be so bad if it allows me to be near him."
"Damn it, Eros! Why must you shoot your arrows with such precision?" she growled, feeling fury mix with fascination within her.
She wanted to slap him and kiss him at the same time. The huntress goddess, trapped in a war between duty and desire, found herself in unfamiliar territory, where comedy and drama intertwined in a dance as chaotic as it was thrilling.
It wasn't the first time Artemis had secretly observed Percy. She had done so for years, ever since he saved her from bearing the weight of the sky.
Since that fateful day, a strange fascination had seized her. His indomitable courage, his sarcastic humor, and his unwavering loyalty captivated her.
Even his disinterest in divinity, rejecting it twice when any other man would have accepted it without hesitation, was a trait that intrigued her deeply.
All these details, combined with his irresistible smile and mischievous gaze, ignited within her a flame that could never be extinguished.
A fire that consumed her, filling her with unexpected warmth and, at the same time, with a uncertainty that troubled her. The forest, normally silent and serene, became a stage of espionage, with Artemis hiding behind trees and bushes like a love-struck teenager.
Her breath quickened every time Percy smiled, her cheeks blushed slightly, and a fluttering sensation in her stomach unsettled her. That night, the goddess felt particularly vulnerable.
The mere idea of other women approaching Percy, touching him, or even smiling at him, filled her with a rage that tormented her.
A feeling that confronted her with a facet of herself she did not know, a facet that forced her to question the rigid principles she had maintained for millennia.
Gripping her bow with hands that trembled not only from the strength of her will, but also from the intensity of her emotions, Artemis aimed an arrow towards the sky.
The arrow, imbued with her divine magic and the fierceness of her desire, plummeted down, embedding itself in the earth a few meters from Percy.
The tip of the arrow gleamed with a silver light, emitting an aura of invisible protection that only the goddess could control. An aura that marked Percy as hers, a territory no other woman would dare to tread.
The arrow, a symbol of their union, disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving only the mark on the earth and the memory of Artemis's power.
The silver moon, a silent witness to the scene, reflected the fury and passion in Artemis's eyes, creating a play of light and shadow that highlighted her beauty and torment.
Artemis watched Percy sleep peacefully, unaware of the mark that now distinguished him. A mischievous smile spread across her face, a mixture of satisfaction and joy.
She felt like a child marking her territory with a giant marker, proclaiming to the world that Percy was hers, and hers alone.
She even imagined Aphrodite hurling lightning bolts from Olympus, furious at the audacity of the huntress goddess.
The Next Day
Upon waking up, Percy felt as if he had been reborn. An unusual lightness enveloped him, making him swear he had levitated a few inches above the bed.
He got up with the energy of a hyperactive child, ready to conquer the world or, at least, to make breakfast. Even the nightmares of Tartarus, once so vivid and terrifying, now seemed like a tasteless joke told by a drunken satyr.
The sun's rays filtered through the window, illuminating the room with a golden light that highlighted Percy's smile.
The fresh breeze blew in through the window, carrying with it the scent of the sea and the promise of a new day. A shiver ran through his body, a mixture of confusion and a strange sense of peace.
Although the shadows of his past still haunted him, Artemis's mark acted like an invisible shield, protecting him from the darkness.
It was as if the goddess had woven an aura of safety around him, a refuge where he could rest and recover.
His eyes shone with an unusual intensity, as if a spark of hope had ignited within him.
"What has happened? Why do I feel so different?" he wondered aloud. "If Thalia could see me now, she would surely think I've lost my mind.
Although perhaps that wouldn't be so bad if it allows me to eat some of her ambrosia cake without her yelling at me," he thought with irony.
"Damn it, Dionysus! Don't you get tired of playing with my emotions?" he grumbled, feeling confusion mix with madness within him.
The following days brought a series of changes to Percy.
His intuition sharpened, allowing him to perceive details that had previously gone unnoticed.
The sounds of the forest, the scent of the damp earth, the fresh breeze on his face, everything intensified, flooding him with a wave of vibrant sensations.
Even in the darkness of the night, he could feel the presence of the moon, a silver light that watched over him from above, like a beacon in the storm.
The forest became a stage of discoveries, where every leaf, every branch, every insect had a story to tell. The sounds transformed into a symphony, the scents into a feast for his senses.
His eyes shone with an animalistic intensity, and his movements were agile and precise, as if he had become a predator on the prowl.
Days Later
He felt as if he were under a magnifying glass, exposed to her divine judgment. Every movement, every thought, seemed to be under her relentless gaze.
Paranoia seized him, turning every night into torment. He woke up drenched in sweat, convinced that Artemis watched him disdainfully, ready to strike him down with a silver bolt for any impure thought.
He even started wearing wide-brimmed hats to avoid her celestial gaze, turning him into the laughingstock of Camp Half-Blood. However, with time, the sensation of being watched transformed into a strange calmness.
The idea that the moon goddess was protecting him was absurd, yet comforting. It was as if an invisible aura enveloped him, shielding him from any danger, a celestial armor that kept him safe.
The moon, a giant silver orb in the night sky, seemed to follow him with her penetrating gaze, illuminating his face with a ghostly light. His eyes darted restlessly from side to side, searching for any sign of danger, his body tensing at the slightest sound.
"What have I done to deserve this? Why does the moon goddess pursue me with her relentless gaze?" he wondered aloud.
An ironic smile played on his lips. Paranoia turned him into a ridiculous character, a caricature of himself. However, deep down, a small part of him clung to the hope that Artemis's gaze meant something more.
A shiver ran through his body, a mixture of fear and fascination. The moon was a constant presence in his life, a source of unease and, at the same time, of a strange comfort.
This story will be continued
Author's note
Greetings, I hope you liked my idea of Pertemis, this idea was born from a challenge on Reddit where it was requested to create a story where Artemis was a yandere.
Very good, it is my first story written in pure English. I clarify that my native language is Spanish and I do not live in an English-speaking country. Ironically, I have more views in English than in Spanish. Well, that's how life usually happens.