Chapter 1
The moon, once the presence of a proud and distant goddess, now hid behind the clouds, leaving only a faint ray of light that highlighted the silver shine of Artemis's eyes.
Eyes that now shone with the intensity of a thousand full moons, reflecting a whirlwind of emotions that the goddess struggled to contain.
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 energy of the goddess, as if sharing her tension and desire.
Her hands, usually firm and secure, trembled slightly, revealing the internal battle her heart waged.
"I cannot allow this," she thought fiercely, trying to extinguish the flame burning within her. "I am a goddess, he a mere mortal. Our fates cannot intertwine."
But his eyes... they were like the sea, deep and mysterious. She drowned in them, feeling a mixture of fascination and fear tormenting her.
A sigh escaped her lips, half gasp, half stifled laughter. The huntress goddess, hunted by her own feelings.
"I have sworn to protect him," she wondered bitterly. "But from whom? From myself?" 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 do you have to 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 passionate.
It wasn't the first time Artemis had secretly watched 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 taken hold of her. His indomitable courage, his sarcastic humor, and his unwavering loyalty captivated her.
She had watched him grow, mature, become a decent man and a true hero. And with each glance, with each interaction, her fascination deepened into something more profound, into a desire that threatened to consume her.
Even Percy's disinterest in divinity, rejecting it twice when any other man in his place would have accepted it without hesitation, was a trait that deeply intrigued her.
That defiant attitude, that unshakable independence, fueled Artemis's fascination with him.
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 an uncertainty that troubled her.
The forest, normally silent and serene, became a stage for espionage, with Artemis hiding behind trees and bushes like a lovesick teenager.
Her breath quickened every time Percy smiled, her cheeks flushed slightly, and a fluttering in her stomach made her uncomfortable.
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 that she did not know, a facet that forced her to question her rigid principles that she had maintained for millennia.
Gripping her bow with hands trembling 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, descended sharply, embedding itself in the wood inside Poseidon's cabin a few meters from Percy's bed.
The tip of the arrow gleamed with a silver light, emitting an invisible aura of protection that only the goddess could control. An aura that marked Percy as hers, a territory that 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 wooden floor of the cabin 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 awakening, Percy felt as if he had been reborn. A lightness so unusual enveloped him that he would swear he had levitated a few centimeters above the bed.
He got up with the energy of a hyperactive child, ready to conquer the world or, at least, to prepare 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 cool breeze entered 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 as 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 whispered to himself.
"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.
"Curse you, Dionysus! Don't you ever get tired of playing with my emotions?" he growled, feeling confusion mingle with madness within him.
The following days brought a series of changes in Percy. His intuition sharpened, allowing him to perceive details that had previously gone unnoticed.
The sounds of the forest, the scent of damp earth, the cool 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 watching 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 animal intensity, and his movements were agile and precise, as if he had become a predator on the prowl.
"What is happening to me? Is this a blessing or a curse?" he whispered to himself.
A smile spread across his face. Nature had become his new home, a place where he could be himself, free from the burdens he had carried all these years.
However, a shadow of doubt crossed his mind. What did these changes in his body really mean?
Days Later
At first, the constant vigilance of the moon unsettled him. He felt as if he were under a microscope, exposed to its divine judgment.
Every movement, every thought, seemed to be under its relentless gaze. Paranoia took hold of him, turning each night into a torment.
He would wake up drenched in sweat, for some reason convinced that Artemis was watching him with disdain, 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, as time passed, the sensation of being watched transformed into a strange calm. The idea that the moon goddess was protecting him was far-fetched but 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 presence in the night sky, seemed to follow him with its penetrating gaze, illuminating his face with a ghostly light.
His eyes moved 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 do I believe that the moon goddess pursues me with her relentless gaze?" he whispered to himself.
An ironic smile formed on his lips. The paranoia turned him into a ridiculous character, a caricature of himself.
A shiver ran through his body, a mix of fear and fascination. The moon was now a constant presence in his life, a source of unease and, at the same time, of strange comfort.
This story will be continued
Author's note
Hello, I hope you like my version of Pertemis. Yes, believe it or not, this idea came from some strange challenge on Reddit, some random guy challenged me to write a story where Artemis goes full yandere.
Well, well, well, could you read this? It is my first writing of a story written in English. Just so you know, Spanish is my native language and I don't even live in an English-speaking country. Isn't life full of surprises? I got more attention for my fanfiction in English than in my native language. Go figure."