Chapter 1:
Two Years Later ~ Artemis POV
"Let go of me!" the Sea Spawn screamed, his eyes wild with panic. Normally, I would have punished such insolence without hesitation, but this time, I chose mercy. A part of me knew it was because of his father. Poseidon loved his children dearly, and I had no doubt he would do much more to protect them—and to avenge them. But this one wasn't just any son of Poseidon.
I could see it. He wasn't just another demigod; he was my uncle's favorite child. Even among his trueborn, immortal children, Percy was the one Poseidon cherished the most. I would never admit to fear, but I was no fool.
Poseidon's strength rivaled even my father's. There had always been whispers that he was the stronger of the two, though he showed restraint and humility that kept his power in check. A few years ago, we nearly saw that restraint break when war almost erupted. The danger with the boy is not just his father but his relationship with Hestia, I've kept my eye on the boy ever since that first conversation with Hestia two years prior. Her glowing words were impressive enough, but making him her champion and guiding him on his quests was something else. As the jewel of Olympus Hestia gave the boy even more protection, she was loved by all her siblings Nephews, and Nieces, if you wanted proof look at that fool of a minor god who attempted to assault her after the first titan war. The wrath of the five other children of Rhea was more than the weakling could handle, one of the first gods to be involuntarily made to fade, and the first law of the new age was to leave the eldest and kindest child of Rhea alone, and now she's picked a champion and favorite demigod. Causing even Zeus to give the boy another look, and at least try to overlook his heritage. There might be some hope as well, my aunt is perhaps the best judge of character, so if the first demigod she makes her champion is also the one who holds our fate within his hands, holds promise for our future.
I couldn't help but wonder why Poseidon and Hestia had grown so fond of Perseus. Perhaps for Poseidon, it was because he resembled him so closely, or maybe it was because of the many gifts Percy had inherited. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the care Poseidon had for Perseus's mother. The boy had grown into a hero—not the kind my kin would define, but a new kind of hero altogether.
I'd heard the whispers. Perseus was different from other demigods. He wasn't like the rest of his divine family, and from what I had seen, those rumors weren't without merit. Many of the Olympians scoffed at his antics, thinking him unworthy of our heritage. Ares wanted him dead. Apollo and Hermes, on the other hand, had grown fond of him. Aphrodite's obsession with him was concerning, and that didn't bode well for the young hero. Hades, surprisingly, had remained quiet on the matter. Given his fury at both his brothers for breaking their oaths, I had expected more attempts on the young Jackson's life from the Lord of the Dead.
As for me, I didn't have an opinion, at least not yet. Yes, he earned points for having such a high opinion of both me and Hestia, but he is also a man so he loses points as well for that. However with so many of my so-called 'Allies' on the council growing enamored by the young hero, perhaps I should give him a chance.
I've always prided myself on navigating the treacherous waters of my family's drama. I value my independence and rarely take sides in their petty squabbles.
Zoe had drawn her bow at Percy for his discourtesy, but I stopped her with a look. Then I turned my gaze to Percy, meeting his eyes directly.
"I sense no disrespect, Zoe. He's simply distraught over the loss of his companion. He doesn't understand. I won't punish his ignorance… this time," I added, my tone as cold as winter.
I stared him down, giving him the look I'd given tens of thousands of males before him—a look that had made even gods and monsters cower. I simply told him who I was.
"I am Artemis, daughter of Leto and Goddess of the Hunt."
"Um… okay," he replied, underwhelmingly. I wasn't one for theatrics like my father, but I'd expected more of a reaction than that. I couldn't decide whether I was amused or furious.
The satyr gasped and fell to one knee. "Thank you, Lady Artemis. You are so, so… wow," he stammered, completely overwhelmed.
I had expected as much. Satyrs had always been particularly obsessed with me, given my connection to the wilds. I allowed it, as long as they remained respectful. It was always wise to foster allies, especially in the delicate and demanding role I occupied as an Olympian.
But then Percy cleared his throat, pulling my attention back to him. I felt a flicker of annoyance. Was he trying to recapture my attention for some vain reason? I was disappointed; I had hoped for more from him.
"What about my friend?" he asked, his voice filled with pure, unfiltered distress.
I paused, my earlier judgment of him reevaluated. He wasn't seeking attention—he was desperate. I gave him a quick nod.
"She is already gone," I said, my voice soft but firm. "You could dive below into your father's domain, and leave your friends behind to chase after her, but it would accomplish nothing. You'd only be satisfying your need to feel like you're doing something." I paused, letting the words sink in. "Or you can remain here, finish what you set out to do, and bring these demigods to Camp Half-Blood."
His face fell, devastation written across it. He looked between the children—Nico and Bianca—and then back to me. "I can't abandon them," he said, voice low but determined. That sad determination reminded me of why my uncle loved him so dearly. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but he would do it anyway.
"But how can I find her after?" he asked. "Please, help me." His eyes locked onto mine, pleading, staring right into my silver eyes. In that moment, I felt a tug, deep within me. A sensation I had only ever felt when my domain pulled against my uncle's—the same force that created the tides, born of the meeting of two immense powers.
It made me uncomfortable. The intensity of his stare unsettled me. Somehow, without even realizing it, he had managed to turn the tables, achieving on me what I had attempted on him. I was both impressed and a little worried. He wasn't just any demigod. Even now, at his young age, he held power—raw and untamed—that rivaled minor gods, if not in control, then certainly in output.
He could be incredibly useful for Olympus—or very dangerous. It all depended on who he grew into. I realized then that the prophecy must be speaking of him. Maybe I had tapped into my brother's domain, possibly because we're twins, or maybe the Fates had granted me a glimpse of the cards they held and the future they were shaping. I wondered what he would become if he managed to survive his childhood. What kind of strength and power would he achieve?
I answered him carefully. "I will search for her myself. I won't allow such a brave maiden to suffer this fate." Then I turned to Zoe. "I hunt alone this time. Apollo will take you to camp. You are to remain there until I return."
"But—"
I looked at my oldest companion, hoping my eyes didn't betray my thoughts. If I was right, I didn't want any of my Hunters anywhere near this pursuit, especially not Zoe.
"Where I go, you cannot follow," I said firmly. "I will hear no arguments. Escort Perseus and his friends back to camp. Apollo will help. Before I leave, I must speak with Bianca."
I sent Percy away with the satyr. Zoe's pointed stares were wasted—Percy lingered anyway. He clearly felt responsible for the children. It was almost... admirable. When I offered Bianca the chance to join my Hunt, I noticed Perseus stiffen. He didn't like the idea of Bianca leaving her brother behind. Loyalty seemed to be a defining trait of his. I made a note of it before moving on. Bianca accepted my offer, and I gave her my blessing.
I called for my brother. As usual, he arrived immediately. He was insufferable, but at least I could always count on him. As always, he called me "little sis," much to my annoyance, then proceeded to flirt with the Huntresses. I wished he would grow up, but I knew better by now.
Thalia was captivated by him. It was disappointing; I had hoped to gain her as a Huntress. Percy, on the other hand, looked mildly impressed by the car. Men, I thought, rolling my eyes internally.
Only after someone pointed out that the car wouldn't fit everyone did Apollo change it into a bus. I stood there, watching as they all left. Alone in the snow, my thoughts drifted to the war looming on the horizon. My family, in their willful ignorance, preferred to pretend the Titans couldn't return. Of the Council, only Poseidon and I were taking the threat seriously. Poseidon, however, was handcuffed. He couldn't mobilize without my father's approval, and if he did, Zeus's paranoia would surely get the better of him.
Zeus would believe Poseidon was preparing to seize his throne. I missed how my father used to be—the god who had stood alone against Typhon, who had rallied all the Olympians to his side and vanquished the monster. That version of him was a distant memory. Now, complacency and debauchery clouded his mind. Meanwhile, his brothers had grown in strength while he had diminished. Of course, I would never say it aloud. His temper was like a storm, always on the verge of breaking loose, and I knew better than to provoke it.
With a sigh, I pushed the thoughts of Olympus aside.
It was time to begin my hunt.
Moon in chains:
I found the daughter of Athena… No, it couldn't be. She was holding up the sky. My heart raced as I realized what this meant—then where was Atlas? Panic surged through me as I rushed to the girl's side. Without hesitation, I took the burden from her, feeling the crushing weight of the sky settle onto my shoulders.
I knew it was a trap. But what other choice did I have?
Sea and Stars:
I felt them approaching. Mortification and relief flooded me in equal measure. Atlas was the Titan of endurance and strength—he was meant to hold up the sky. My strength, though great, was not endless. What would happen if I failed? I prayed to the Fates I would never have to find out.
I saw him first. My breath caught in my throat, though I couldn't quite tell why. Exhaustion, maybe, or surprise that he—a male—had managed to survive the company of my Huntresses, especially Zoe. But as our eyes met—silver meeting sea green—I felt something stir deep inside me. A seed planted, one that would grow over time, only to bloom many years later.
He and Zoe drew their weapons. Foolish boy, I thought. He stood no chance against Atlas. If I were honest, my pride barely allowed me to consider my own chances against the Titan. The pain of knowing I might have to watch as Atlas killed my closest friend while I stood helplessly weighed on me, more than the sky itself.
Perseus drew his sword, and my rage flared at his arrogance. To think he could challenge Atlas! But then he hesitated, his sword wavering as though he couldn't lift it. Was he hurt? Unsure? Fear gripped me like never before—this was the end. Zoe couldn't defeat Atlas alone, and the boy… he was useless. But then, he turned to me, and when our eyes met again, I felt a surge of strength, as if I had called upon the ancient connection between the sea and the moon. It was as if my uncle himself were there.
The demigod had made a decision, one I feared would be disastrous. Rage and terror warred within me. And then, he spoke.
"My lady, only you can win here. We stand no chance without you," he said, his voice urgent.
I groaned under the crushing weight of the sky, feeling more defeated than I ever had in my immortal life.
"I can't," I whimpered, utterly vulnerable for the first time.
Percy frowned, raising his sword. For a moment, I thought he was going to strike me down. I closed my eyes, helpless in a way I had never imagined. But instead of a blow, I felt the sword slice through the chains holding the sky.
"Give me the sky, my lady," he said, his voice firm, commanding, and nothing like a fourteen-year-old boy. He reminded me so much of my uncle, yet he was kinder, calmer. The warmth of the hearth blending seamlessly with the wild confidence of the sea.
"You can't hold it," I whispered.
"Annabeth did," he said, his tone absolute.
"She barely survived, and she was a maiden with the strength of a Huntress."
"I just need to hold it long enough for you to put Atlas back in his place. I have faith in you. Please, have faith in me," he said, his sea-green eyes gleaming.
"Very well," I said, handing the son of the sea the sky, as I prepared to engage Atlas.
The battle was brutal. My speed and skill against his raw strength and cunning. He almost had me, but then Zoe distracted him—no, Zoe! He struck her down, bellowing in triumph at killing his own daughter. Rage, unlike anything I had ever felt coursed through me. I re-engaged him, fury giving me strength, and I forced him back under the sky, using his own power against him. He shoved Percy aside as he hurtled back into his prison, screaming in anguish as the weight of the heavens bore down on him once more.
I immediately turned to Zoe. Nothing else mattered—the battle, the monsters—they were inconsequential. I watch as Jackson starts to crawl to her side, and we reach her at the same time. I looked over her wounds, and I whispered…
"Poisoned."
"Atlas poisoned her?" Percy's voice trembled, grief radiating from him like waves crashing against the shore. I could almost feel his heart breaking for Zoe. It puzzled me—how had he befriended my closest companion? Zoe, who despised men even more than I, Artemis, the Maiden Goddess?
"No," I whispered, pointing to Zoe's leg, where the telltale blackened wound festered. Percy's face darkened with realization.
"I can't see the stars, my lady," Zoe's voice was frail, each word clinging to life like a last breath.
My heart shattered. I couldn't bear to see her like this.
"We're leaving," I said, my voice hard, though my heart ached.
Just then, I saw Thalia kick Luke off the cliff, and an airplane swooped in, engaging the monsters marching up the mountain. "Dad?" Annabeth said, confused. I couldn't help but smile at the irony. My sister Athena had chosen well this time—brains and heart. Normally, she focused only on the former.
I summoned my chariot, and Percy's eyes widened in awe. "It's beautiful," he muttered, his voice tinged with childlike wonder. "Just like Santa's sleigh."
For a moment with Zoe dying right beside me, I thought I would never smile again. But Percy's innocent description touched me, reminding me of the beauty in subtlety—the beauty of the moon, not the flashiness of the sun. Unlike most, Percy appreciated this quiet elegance. For some reason, I was glad he wasn't like others, drawn to the obvious.
"Where do you think the myths come from?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh," was all he managed, his face blank with wonder.
I laughed then, tears streaming down my cheeks. Fates help me, I laughed.
I watched as he helped everyone into my chariot, even after enduring the curse of Atlas. His resilience, his care for others, even in the face of overwhelming pain, was… impressive.
We left the mountain behind. Once we reached a safe distance, I landed and immediately began healing Zoe.
"Will she be alright? You can heal her, right? You're a goddess," Percy asked, his unwavering faith in me and the Olympians almost overwhelming. Despite everything we had put him through—debates over his fate, even attempts to blame him for the theft of the Master Bolt—he still believed in us.
I shook my head slowly. "All I can do is try."
I looked into Zoe's eyes and saw the truth then. She was ready. Ready to move on. My heart broke again, shattering into pieces I wasn't sure I could ever mend.
"Have I served thee well, my lady?" Zoe asked, her voice soft, her eyes searching mine.
"With the greatest of honor, my dearest friend," I whispered, my voice trembling.
Zoe turned to Thalia. "I'm sorry we argued. We could have been sisters."
"It was my fault," Thalia choked, guilt thick in her voice. "You were right. About Luke, about heroes, about men… about everything."
"Perhaps not all men," Zoe said softly, her gaze shifting to Percy, the only boy she had ever befriended. "Do you still have my sword, Percy?" she asked.
Percy, his eyes brimming with sorrow, handed her the sword. Zoe held it tenderly, contemplating. "You spoke the truth, young Perseus. You are nothing like Hercules. I am honored that you carry this sword," she said, smiling faintly before her eyes drifted to his. They held each other's gaze for a fleeting moment, and then Zoe shuddered, looking upwards.
"Stars," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can see the stars again, my lady."
A tear finally escaped, rolling down my cheek. "Yes, my dear brave friend. They are beautiful."
"Stars," Zoe whispered once more. Then she was silent.
I bent over her and kissed her cheek, feeling her essence slip away. Gently, I gathered the light that left her eyes, performing the sacred ritual I had done too many times before. I released Zoe's soul into the sky, where it would live forever among the stars.
"Let the world honor you, my Huntress," I whispered. "Live forever in the stars."
We all gazed upwards, watching as a new constellation took form. Thalia smiled through her tears. "It's beautiful," she whispered.
Percy said nothing, his eyes lingering long after the others had looked away. I watched him closely. Was this his first true loss? I knew more would follow. All who lived long enough learned the bitter taste of grief.
Whatever came, I swore I would see Perseus safe. He had brought Zoe a peace I never could, healing wounds that had festered for millennia in a matter of weeks. I didn't know what Zoe had felt for the son of Poseidon, but I was content knowing he had given her the peace she deserved.
I placed a hand on Annabeth's shoulder. "You have done well, daughter of Athena. You are brave and strong beyond measure." I then turned to the others. "I must return to Olympus. I cannot accompany you, but I will send help."
I looked at Thalia, who averted her gaze, unable to meet mine. When she finally did, I saw the familiar desire burning in her eyes—the same desire I had seen in countless girls throughout history. The desire to join the Hunt.
I turned to Percy. "You've done well, for a man of course."
He smiled then, for the first time since we had reached Mount Tamalpais and there was no arrogance in his smile. I wondered to myself then—what is his fatal flaw?
Politics, and Family Drama:
I flashed to Olympus, and they were all waiting for me. They'd have to act now; only a fool would delay at this point. I scanned the room. My brother gave me a smile, my father wore his usual stern expression, and Poseidon, surprisingly, smiled at me as well—not the reaction I typically received from him as a daughter of Zeus. I took my seat on the council.
An hour or so later, a decision was made. Thankfully, it was the right one. Olympus was preparing for war. The sea creature, the Ophiotaurus, was to be destroyed. Grover tried to protest, but one glance from Zeus silenced him.
The heroes arrived later, riding Pegasi. Zeus and Poseidon put on a show, each complimenting their children's endeavors. But then the real business began. I watched as the Satyr hurried to Percy, whispering something to him. What did he think Percy could do? Nothing, I thought. Poor, foolish Satyr.
Things were progressing well until that brute, Ares, opened his mouth. "I'm just going to say the obvious here—those two are dangerous," he said, pointing at Perseus and Thalia. Poseidon and Zeus turned their heads toward Ares at the same time. I felt the raw power ripple through the room. I shuddered, remembering the stories of the Big Three's younger days when they were united. And now I realize those tales woefully understated the power of the Sea and Sky together. For a brief moment, I wondered how it would feel to be Ares, but as I watched him squirm under their combined gaze, I smirked. No need to wonder.
"He's right, Father," Athena said, her voice cutting through the tension. I frowned, surprised and disappointed. Why would my sister side with Ares? Could she really hate Poseidon that much?
"They pose a great threat if left unchecked," Athena continued. I heard Annabeth gasp in shock.
"Mother!" she protested, but Athena silenced her with a single glance.
I couldn't stay quiet. "What do you intend, sister?" I asked, exasperated. "We slay those who fight for us? Who would ever stand with us if this is their reward? I would see them rewarded, not punished."
Poseidon shifted his gaze from Ares to me. I felt both my father and uncle's eyes on me, both grateful. My father's eyes lingered, as if asking something of me, but Poseidon spoke before I could dwell on it.
"Leave my son out of this rivalry," he said, his voice pulsing with barely contained power. Athena, to her credit, didn't even flinch.
"This has nothing to do with pride," Athena said, her voice cold. "Not everything is about you, Poseidon."
Poseidon didn't take the bait. "Leave my son alone." His words were calm, but the tension in the air was palpable, like the moment before a storm when the sea pulls back before unleashing its fury.
Finally, Zeus spoke, his voice rumbling with authority. "Peace Brother.." Some of his ancient wisdom returned now that the threat of Kronos loomed over us all.
I turned my gaze to Athena, then to my father. "If this is Olympian justice, then I want no part of it. I will have them rewarded, not punished. Are we no better than the Titans? Will we slay the children of Olympus out of fear of losing our power?"
Zeus's face flashed with anger at the comparison, and I thought I had gone too far. Millennia of neutrality thrown away for a girl who had rejected me... and a boy.
"A boy who earned Zoe's admiration and brought her peace when you could not," a little voice purred in my mind.
But then Zeus's expression softened. "She's right," he said, turning to Poseidon. "I will see no harm come to my daughter."
Poseidon met his gaze. "Nor any to my son."
They both looked out over the gathered Olympians. When they spoke in unison, the entire palace trembled and the hearth took on an angry shade of red and blue. "Who would stand against this decision?"
No one dared. The vote was cast: 12-0. The heroes had it.
I was stunned by my father's behavior. But as I considered the situation, I began to wonder if there was more going on. Could Athena have orchestrated this? Her agreement with Ares might have been a ploy to provoke Poseidon, allowing Zeus to side with Poseidon without appearing weak as it would spare his child as well. It would let him curry favor with Atlantis while maintaining his position as the unapproachable king. Poseidon, as long as his son was safe, wouldn't care about the politics of it all. It was clever—something Athena would devise. Or perhaps my father truly was changing in the face of Kronos' return. Either way, I was satisfied.
I met my father's gaze, sensing he wanted something from me. There was only one thing I could offer him. "I wish to offer Thalia Grace a place as my new lieutenant in the Hunt," I announced. I had wanted Thalia in the Hunt for as long as she had lived.
Thalia stepped forward. "I accept. I won't be the child of the prophecy," she said, turning to give Percy an apologetic smile.
"Very well," my father said, his voice regal.
"I also extend the same offer to Annabeth Chase," I added.
Percy went rigid. He looked at Annabeth but said nothing, silently supporting whatever decision she would make. I was both impressed and annoyed—impressed by his selflessness, but annoyed by something I couldn't quite place. It wasn't directed at Percy, though. It was aimed at Annabeth.
"Interesting," the small voice whispered again. I tried to ignore the nagging feeling and looked down at the daughter of Athena.
"I can't," Annabeth whispered, turning to smile at Percy. He smiled back, his sea-green eyes shining with a light that made me pause.
The Party and Birth of a New Friendship ~ Percy's POV:
The music swirled around us, light and airy, a sharp contrast to the weight on my chest. Annabeth's hand fit perfectly in mine, her fingers cool but steady. We danced in silence for a while, letting the noise of the party fade into the background.
Our first dance had been on a mission, right before meeting Zoe Nightshade. Little did we know then the fragility of life, Zoe is the first taste of loss I've had, a bitter draft I hope to never swallow again. Now… the weight of her absence clung to both of us like a second skin. But with Annabeth, I could breathe, even if only a little easier.
Her grey eyes locked onto mine, the coldness and calculating aura never present when they fall on me, instead they were soft but pained. "It's not your fault, Seaweed Brain," she whispered.
I swallowed hard. "I could've done more. I should've—"
"No," she cut me off, her voice firm. "We did what we could. She knew the risks. We all did."
The lump in my throat threatened to choke me, but I nodded. Dancing with her made everything feel a little less unbearable, even if I could still see Zoe's face every time I closed my eyes.
After a while, Annabeth's movements slowed, her gaze darting toward the edge of the crowd. Athena stood there, stern as always, eyes locked on me. The disapproval in her expression was so obvious, that it made my skin crawl.
"Go," I said, forcing a smile. "Your mom's waiting."
Annabeth hesitated, squeezing my hand. "I'll see you later, Percy. Don't… don't disappear, okay?"
"I'll be here," I promised, even though I didn't really know where "here" was anymore.
She left, and suddenly the room felt way too big. The laughter and chatter of gods and heroes blurred into a mess of noise that I didn't want any part of. I didn't know where to go, or what to do with myself. Without Annabeth's hand in mine, I felt… lost.
That's when I noticed Hestia. She wasn't supposed to be here—no one else seemed to see her—but there she was, standing by the edge of the room, her warm, flickering presence as steady as a hearth fire. She didn't say anything, didn't need to. She just gave me a small nod, and something in me knew to follow her.
Hestia led me through the halls of the palace, out into a quiet garden. The noise of the party faded into nothingness, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of crickets. She stopped by a small clearing, and without a word, she left. I didn't call after her—I knew why she'd brought me here.
I sat down on the grass, staring up at the sky. And there she was. Zoe, the Huntress, immortalized in the stars. A constellation, forever watching over the world she'd fought so hard to protect.
My heart ached, but the stars… they were beautiful.
I unsheathed Zoe's old sword, the one she'd left behind, and set Riptide across my lap. The blade gleamed under the starlight as if it belonged up there with her.
As I sharpened the sword, the rhythmic sound of metal on stone was the only thing that grounded me. It was like a meditation, a way to keep my mind from spiraling too far.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow shift, A person stood at the edge of the clearing, watching me in silence. I wondered who they were, and if I was intruding upon their personal space, surely Hestia wouldn't take me somewhere I shouldn't be?
As they drew closer, I couldn't help but fixate on the fiery red locks and piercing silver eyes that seemed to radiate danger. A chill ran down my spine as I realized I was being scrutinized, and a voice inside warned me to choose my words carefully for this Goddess was in mourning and seeking answers and culprits.
Artemis PoV:
I was walking around the party, trying my hardest to not just flash away back to my camp. Father got grouchy when you did that. As I was walking I stumbled across Poseidon and Hermes having a conversation.
"I appreciate what you and your son have done, as have many minor Gods and Goddesses as well." Hermes told Poseidon.
"It was all him, I had nothing to do with it, other than not smiting them. If my son is content with sharing his cabin with your children and the unclaimed who am I to stop him? And who am I to punish children simply seeking out a place to sleep that isn't the ground? Had I known how bad it was there I would have done something about it…." Poseidon said.
"Same here, my children never complained to me, not once. Not a single prayer. I'm not omnipotent and time goes by quick for us." Hermes sighed, clearly feeling guilty. "But still, your son earned many admirers for his actions as of late. He found a daughter of Athena in New York and brought her to camp, even before a searcher so much as caught a whiff of her. She wasn't the only one either. He's rising quickly, so just be careful and keep an eye out. You know what our world is like, good often gets punished." Hermes finished.
Poseidon sighed, "I know, and I'm sorry about your boy. Bad business, my father corrupts anything good, he takes your deepest insecurities and demons and turns them against you. I hope you can get through to him nephew, though I owe him for the scorpion and framing debacle."
Hermes rubbed his head and nodded, "Yeah…."
I continued, impressed, perhaps Hestia choosing this boy wasn't a fluke after all. I headed to my favorite spot, a garden that is always empty, my one sanctuary on Olympus other than my palace.
As I entered the garden, a secluded haven on Olympus, my gaze fell upon him. He stood off to the side, gazing at the sky in a melancholic manner while the raucous party carried on around us. The peacefulness of the garden was a welcome reprieve from the noise and chaos. I couldn't help but feel intrigued by this mortal, hailed as a hero for 'saving' a goddess. Yet here he stood, seemingly uninterested in the fame and adoration that came with such deeds. Gracefully, I approached him, curious about his true nature and how he could have won the respect of my dearest friend who had perished on his quest to free me from Atlas's curse.
"So, young hero," I began coolly, masking the pain in my voice. "What transpired during your quest? After all, Zoe was like family to me, a bond forged over countless lifetimes. I am curious to hear about the journey that led to her forming a friendship with a male." My tone faltered slightly as I added, "And perhaps most importantly, I find myself missing her. Please, enlighten me on her final weeks."
Percy met my eyes as he reluctantly began to recount their journey. He talked about fighting the Nemean lion, and using its coat to bribe Dionysus for help against the Manticore, hw spoke of their attempts at outwitting the dragon, and I noticed the guilt that clung to him as he spoke about Zoe's death. He explained their many conversations including the ones about Hercules, he spoke of how honored he was to receive Zoe's unwavering trust. As he spoke on I noticed how his voice would quiver as he recounted learning of Riptide's history and how she gave him her blessing to wield her old sword. How could he live up to her expectations?
A tear slipped down my cheek, but I didn't bother wiping it away. "I miss her too," I whispered.
Percy's guilt was palpable. "I'm sorry, my lady. I wish I could've done more. I wasn't strong enough… or smart enough."
I recoiled slightly, recognizing the danger in his words. This was his first real loss, and I could see he was struggling to deal with it. He would face many more in his life, and if he didn't learn to cope, those losses would crush him. He couldn't shoulder the blame for every life.
"It's not your fault," I said, my voice firmer now. "If you want to blame someone, blame Atlas. Blame Luke. But don't dishonor Zoe by blaming yourself. Would she want you to?"
He blinked rapidly, clearly taking in what I said. "I'm sorry… Lady Artemis," he whispered.
I felt a softening in my heart, seeing his humility. "You're a good man, Perseus. I don't want to see you fall. And please, just call me Artemis."
Percy looked up at me, the faintest hint of a smile appearing. "Only if you call me Percy."
"Deal." I said before asking, "But why?" Genuinely curious.
"I feel weird when people say my full name," Percy admitted. "Even if I can't hear them, I can feel it. It's like… I don't know, it feels strange."
I frowned, considering his words. That shouldn't be possible for a mortal. Only gods and creatures of immense power had such a connection to their names. Just how powerful was this boy if his very name held such weight?
I hummed, searching for a way to continue the talk as for some reason I craved its continuance, "You know," I began lightly, trying to gauge his reaction and see if he was like all the other men in my world, "I've heard quite a few nymphs and dryads have been looking for you tonight. Yet here you are, hiding away from all of it."
Percy's face paled and then he scowled, his expression tightening. "What is wrong with the Greek world? I'm barely 14! Soldier, hero, and now the object of desire for ancient beings? Hades, on my first quest, Medusa tried to capture me because I looked like Poseidon!"
His outburst caught me off guard, silencing me for a moment. That wasn't the answer I'd been expecting. For once, I didn't have a ready response, so I shifted gears, trying to understand him better.
"I agree with you, Perseus," I said softly, "but… sadly it's just the way our world works, gods don't like change, their worldviews are always a few centuries behind the mortals," I said trying to ease the mood, salvaging the conversation not expecting this reaction at all that was until a realized what he had said at the end and I felt a sharp pang of anger. Next time Medusa is topside I'll have to hunt her, or maybe I'll tell Apollo. He gets really serious when it comes to protecting children as their patron god. Seriously it's bad enough she kills kids but seriously she's become a sicko, though in the end, it's Athena's fault for turning her into a monster and not just killing her, and Poseidon's fault for getting a mortal to fall in love with him and then promptly abandoning her to Athena's wrath. I had tried to help but there was only so much I could have done, once I got there the damage was done.
"So," I began lightly, "as you were saying with the whole 'object of desire' thing… is it that bad? Judging by your reaction, I'd say yes….." I said slowly, "If it gets worse, you should tell Hestia. She has a way of dealing with any disrespectful behavior."
Percy groaned in frustration, slumping his shoulders. "It was really bad my first few months at camp. Nymphs, dryads, demigods… even the older campers. Luckily, it stopped after a while."
He leaned in conspiratorially, and I found myself leaning closer as well, intrigued. "I think it was Annabeth. She can be really scary when she wants to be," he confided with a chuckle. "I noticed the braver and bolder ones who kept trying, ended up spending a lot of time in the Apollo cabin afterward."
I couldn't help but laugh at that—an honest, full laugh. I disliked the blonde girl… for reasons I didn't want to examine closely. Her devotion to a boy over the Hunt was infuriating. But still, I had to admit, she had spirit. Loyalty. Possessiveness over what was hers. I could respect that. The she-wolf doesn't back down.
"You're lucky to have someone like her watching your back when it comes to Aphrodite's realm," I mused, smiling despite myself.
"Yeah," Percy admitted, his smile softening. "She's pretty great like that."
That sparked a little twist of irritation in me, though I couldn't explain why. Perhaps it was because the girl had qualities I admired, she was fierce, unyielding, and unwilling to compromise her heart or her beliefs. While it was not my domain, I could tell they were perfect for each other, which again irritated me for unknown reasons, though as the stoic goddess I was, I managed to keep it well hidden.
Maybe She irritated me so, simply because Annabeth had won the loyalty of a boy who was far more interesting and impressive than I had initially thought. He was one of the only males I've ever truly respected, and he's done it so quickly as well. Either way, I couldn't deny that the girl had left her mark on him, and for better or worse, I respected her for it.
"So I hear you've been busy? Other than quests to save scary blonde friends of course." I asked, wondering if he'd boast or not.
He just scratched the back of his head, confused. "It's been pretty normal other than all the quest stuff, which come to think of it, is also pretty normal now."
Really? Nothing, no, 'Oh nothing too big just been saving demigods out in the wild, beating even the satyrs at finding them.' Or maybe, 'I've been letting orphans stay at my home so they have their own beds, oh and I gain nothing, just cause I'm such a swell dude'
What is with this boy?
"What about you? Any Hunts you've enjoyed over the last few thousand years?" Percy asked smirking.
"You should never mention a lady's age, Jackson. Luckily for you, I don't care for such things. But yes I've had a few. Pick your favorite monster and I'll tell you how I've killed it. Deal?"
Percy grinned, "Deal, how about the Manticore, I hate that guy."
"Very well," I said, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips.
Percy sat across from me, his usual posture more restrained than usual. He respected me, that much I knew, but I could tell he wasn't entirely sure how to act in moments like this—when we weren't fighting monsters or facing down Titans. It was obvious despite my respect for him the disparity in our positions and the overall power dynamics were poignant.
I decided to indulge him. After all, he had been curious about my hunt.
"This was in medieval France," I began, allowing a hint of drama to enter my voice. I enjoyed storytelling, though I wouldn't admit it aloud. "The manticore was terrorizing the land. Villages were falling, livestock slaughtered… the humans were frightened out of their wits."
Percy shifted slightly, giving me a respectful nod. "Dr. Thorn?" he asked, though he was careful not to sound too casual.
I bristled slightly at the name. "No, not Dr. Thorn," I corrected. "Just the manticore. A vile creature unworthy of such humanizing courtesies such as a name.." I paused, making sure to add, "He needed to be destroyed."
Percy fell silent, waiting for me to continue. I could tell his mind was working, remembering his own encounter with the beast. His tension, though subtle, was palpable.
"Zoë, Phoebe, Atlanta, and I tracked him for days through the forests of France," I continued, letting the words paint the scene in my mind. "The hunt was relentless. He was cunning, always staying just beyond our reach."
I saw Percy lean in a bit, and for a moment, I allowed myself to enjoy the effect the story was having on him.
"Zoë had her bow ready, as always, and Phoebe—well, her knives were as sharp as ever. We knew we couldn't let him escape, not this time. The moon was full when we finally cornered him near the cliffs, his back to the ocean, and he realized there was no escape."
I could feel Percy's attention sharpen. "And then?" he asked, the tension easing as he became more invested in the hunt.
I smiled inwardly. He was hooked. "The manticore roared, his tail whipping through the air, ready to strike with that cursed poison. But we were faster. Zoë's arrow flew first, striking him in the shoulder before he could move. His snarl turned into a howl of pain."
Percy nodded, his gaze fixed on me. He was leaning forward now, fully engaged. "What about Phoebe?" he asked quietly.
"Phoebe was flawless," I said with pride. "She slipped in close, her knives flashing like silver lightning. She cut through his hide, weakening him with every strike. But still, he fought on."
I paused, savoring the memory of that battle—the adrenaline, the precision of the Hunt. "Then, as the beast lunged at us, I let my arrow fly." I mimed the motion with my bow, my fingers pulling the string taut in memory. "It struck him through the heart. He let out one final roar before he dissolved into golden dust beneath the moonlight."
Percy sat back slightly, absorbing the story. "So you killed him," he said, not quite a question but more a statement of awe.
I nodded, letting the satisfaction of that victory wash over me again. "Yes, I did. He may return, as all monsters do, but on that night, we triumphed."
Percy shifted slightly, more comfortable now as he teased gently. "You're really good at this storytelling thing. Ever think about joining the Muses?"
I raised an eyebrow, not sure whether to take that as an insult or a challenge. "Careful, Perseus," I warned, though my tone was lighter than before. "I'm sure my girls wouldn't mind using you as target practice if you continue with that comparison."
He laughed, finally fully at ease. "No disrespect intended, Lady Artemis," he said, his tone playful. "But thanks for sharing the story. I'm glad you got him… even if he did come back. He was a tough fight and I don't think I could have beaten him, luckily we had Mr. D to help us. Hopefully, this time he's gone for a good long while."
I allowed myself a small smile, feeling the bond between us strengthen just a little. "You're welcome, Percy."
I got up to leave before saying one last thing to the boy.
"Keep in touch with Your cousin, you're important to her and I don't want her to lose you….. or Annabeth. Perhaps you two could join us every once in a while?" I asked, though why I don't know. I never permit such actions, so why now? And why with my new Lieutenant, weirdly I threw Annabeth in last second so it didn't look like I just wanted the boy to join us, which would have been weird. Yes, he's grown closer with my sister but still compared to Annabeth they were almost only acquaintances. However, I reasoned, that building strong bonds between a child of Zeus and Poseidon would be good for the unity of Olympus. Yes, that's why I'm doing this.
"I'd love that! The exploits of you're hunt and you were some of my favorite stories my mom told me growing up. So long as they don't mind of course. They didn't seem too friendly with males at camp, I don't want to make them uncomfortable in their own home."
Gods of Olympus (including me of course) he yet again says something considerate and sincere, something that went right over my head, what's wrong with me? "Uh yea, I'd love that, I mean Thalia would love that! And don't worry, you won over Zoe, you'll win over the rest! Now I…er… am going to head to my temple, thanks for talking." I went to leave before I saw riptide again, my stomach clenched and I looked one more time to the sky.
"I miss you, sister," I whispered before walking away.
Annabeth's POV: Bringing My Boyfriend to the Hunt—What Could Go Wrong?
Getting an Iris message from my pseudo-big sister wasn't what I had in mind when Percy asked me out to a movie—just the two of us. I'd been looking forward to it all week, imagining a rare, normal evening where the biggest thing I'd have to worry about was whether Percy would sneak extra butter onto the popcorn. But, of course, things never go smoothly in our lives.
Just as we were about to leave, an Iris Message flickered into view in front of me. Thalia's face appeared in the mist, her expression oddly excited.
"Annabeth, I've got news. Lady Artemis said you and Percy can join us on the next hunt! She mentioned it to him at the winter solstice, and it's kind of a big deal. Artemis doesn't usually invite, well… guys." Her eyes flicked toward Percy, who was already giving me a confused look, not having heard the start of the conversation.
"Wait, what?" I asked, processing the information slowly. I shot a glance at Percy, who was still standing by the door, jacket in hand. "We're invited?"
Thalia rolled her eyes. "Dead serious. Look, Artemis is waiting. It's a huge honor, Annabeth. She never does this."
I glanced back at Percy. "We were about to go to the movies…"
"Yeah, well, we're about to go to a hunt," Thalia interrupted, her impatience bleeding through. "You coming or not?"
I sighed, giving Percy a half-apologetic, half-amused look. "Looks like our date night just got postponed."
Percy shrugged, his easygoing smile surfacing. "Well, it's not like we ever get a normal day, right?"
Still, something about Artemis personally inviting Percy struck me as… odd. Especially since I remembered that moment after our last quest—during the celebration on Olympus. Percy had wandered off while I was stuck talking to my mom. When I found him, he was sitting in a garden… with Artemis. When I asked him about it, he brushed it off like it was nothing.
But this? Being invited to join her hunters for a hunt? Definitely not nothing.
The Huntresses' Camp:
The hike to the Hunters' camp was quiet but tense. Something about this whole situation felt off. Percy, as usual, seemed unfazed, but I couldn't shake the feeling that we were walking into something unexpected.
We had barely stepped into the camp's outskirts when an arrow whizzed past, embedding itself in the tree just inches from Percy's head. Instinct kicked in, and I had my dagger out before I even processed what had happened.
But before I could move, a familiar voice rang out.
"Damnit, Hannah! They're guests!"
Thalia's voice. I didn't lower my dagger, though. A girl—Hannah—stepped out from behind the trees, her bow still in hand, looking anything but apologetic. She rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath.
Thalia jogged over, her face tight with irritation. "Sorry about that. Some of the Hunters are still… adjusting. Let's just say taking over Zoë's spot has been challenging, and they don't always listen."
I raised an eyebrow, glancing at Percy, who was staring at the arrow with an almost amused expression. "I can tell."
Thalia shot me a look that said, We'll talk later. But before she could say anything more, another voice cut through the camp—a calm, authoritative voice that silenced all the murmurs around us.
"We do not shoot guests, girls," came a voice that froze everyone—for it belonged to Artemis.
The Hunters immediately lowered their weapons, looking both sheepish and awestruck. Percy gave me a look, probably holding back a comment about almost being shot, but—for once—he wisely stayed quiet.
As we moved deeper into the camp, the air felt heavier. I couldn't help but feel a little out of place here. Walking among the Hunters, seeing their camaraderie, their freedom, and their bond… I understood the appeal. A part of me had always wondered what it would've been like to join them. The power, the independence—they were tempting.
But then I'd look at Percy, and remember why I chose the path I did. I was not like them, and I never would be.
As if the tension needed a capstone, a branch snapped above us and dropped directly onto Hannah's head with a solid think. She yelped and glared up at the trees.
"Watch where you shoot, Huntress!" came the teasing voice of a dryad, who darted between the trees, laughing.
I bit back a smile as Hannah rubbed her head, muttering under her breath. Thalia just sighed, shaking her head like she'd seen it all before.
"Welcome to camp," she muttered.
I nodded, my thoughts still spinning. Artemis inviting Percy to the Hunt… something about it didn't sit right with me. I had a feeling there was more going on here than either of us realized, and I intended to find out what.
Annabeth's POV:
The woods around us were alive with the sounds of the night as we made our way back to the Hunters' camp. The moonlight dappled through the branches, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor, but I barely noticed. My mind was elsewhere—mostly on Percy. He was up ahead, walking with a few of the older Hunters, laughing at something Atlanta said, while Phoebe nodded along, an almost grudging smile on her face.
That in itself was strange. It had been a day since we took down that pack of hellhounds, and Percy had held his own. Not that I was surprised—he'd faced worse. But what surprised me was how the older Hunters seemed to be warming up to him. Atlanta and Phoebe, both legends in their own right, even seemed to like him. It was weird seeing Percy in this kind of environment, where he wasn't just the kid from camp—he was being accepted by some of Artemis' most seasoned warriors.
But then there were the others. The middle-aged Hunters barely spoke to him unless it was necessary, and when they did, it was with cold indifference. I wasn't sure what bothered them more—Percy's presence, or the fact that Artemis had invited him in the first place.
The younger ones? They were too timid to really express an opinion. They followed the lead of whoever they were closest to, eyes wide and full of awe. Except for Hannah, of course. She seemed to radiate hostility, not just towards Percy, but towards me as well. I caught her glaring at us more than once, though she kept her distance, mostly. I still hadn't figured out why she hated us so much, but I had a sneaking suspicion Thalia knew more than she was letting on.
Speaking of Thalia, she had been silent for most of the trip back, walking slightly ahead but keeping her distance from the other Hunters. Her role as Artemis' lieutenant weighed heavily on her; I could see it in the set of her shoulders, the tightness in her jaw. She had this way of putting on a brave face, but I knew her too well to be fooled.
I glanced up at Percy, who was still talking with Atlanta, then made my decision. He'd be fine for a little while. I fell back from the group, slipping into step beside Thalia.
"Hey," I said, keeping my voice low. "Mind if we talk?"
Thalia shot me a look, then nodded. "Sure."
We drifted a little farther from the group, letting the sounds of their conversation fade into the background. Thalia seemed relieved to be away from the others, and I couldn't blame her.
"So… how's the Hunt going?" I asked, knowing it was a loaded question.
Thalia snorted softly. "About as well as you'd expect."
I raised an eyebrow. "That bad?"
She shrugged, crossing her arms. "The older Hunters—Atlanta, Phoebe—they're fine. They've been around long enough to respect the fact that I'm Artemis' lieutenant now. They listen, they don't cause trouble. The younger ones… they're new. Too new to really have an opinion, so they just go along with whatever the older ones do."
"And the rest?"
Thalia grimaced. "The ones in the middle? A few centuries old? They're the problem. Some of them have been around long enough to form an extreme reverence for Zoë but not long enough to form a friendship like the older ones. To them, no one can replace her, except maybe some of the other OG's and they're not exactly thrilled about me taking her place. It's like… they respect me in theory, but in practice, they question everything I do. They're rebellious, and a few are outright defiant."
I frowned. That sounded like a nightmare, especially for Thalia. She'd never been one for authority—either giving or taking orders. "That must be frustrating."
"You have no idea," she muttered. "And then there's Hannah."
I glanced back toward the camp where Hannah was trudging along, keeping her distance from everyone. "What's her deal, anyway? She acts like Percy and I kicked her puppy."
Thalia sighed. "Hannah hates me. I don't know if it's because she's jealous or what, but she's been against me from day one. And since you and Percy are my friends, well… guilt by association."
I blinked. "She hates us because we're your friends?"
"Pretty much," Thalia said, her tone dry. "She thinks I don't deserve to be lieutenant, that I'm too new, too inexperienced. And by extension, anyone who's close to me is automatically an enemy."
"Great," I muttered. "So what, she thinks we're plotting against her or something?"
Thalia smirked, though there was no real humor in it. "Something like that. She's got this idea in her head that I'm undermining the traditions of the Hunt, and Percy—well, let's just say she's not exactly thrilled that a guy was invited to join us."
I rolled my eyes. "Of course."
Thalia's expression softened as she looked at me. "How are you handling all this? I know it can't be easy, being here."
I hesitated. It was strange being in the Hunters' camp, surrounded by girls who had chosen immortality and a life of independence. Part of me had always wondered what it would have been like if I had made that choice. But then I'd look at Percy, and the thought would vanish. I didn't regret my decision. I couldn't.
"I'm fine," I said, though I wasn't sure I completely believed it. "I just… I don't know. I trust Percy, but something about Artemis inviting him on the hunt… it feels off. Like there's more going on here than we realize."
Thalia didn't respond right away. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet. "I don't know why Artemis has taken an interest in you two, or which one predates the other. But if I know anything about her, it's that she doesn't do anything without a good reason. There's definitely more going on but it can only be good. You can trust my sister, Annie, I promise."
I nodded, feeling a knot of unease form in my stomach. Something about this whole situation still felt wrong, like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit. And I wasn't going to rest until I figured out what it was.
Artemis's POV:
As I observed from a distance, Annabeth finally allowed Percy to step away from her protective bubble, walking alongside Thalia. It was a moment I had waited for, a signal that perhaps she was beginning to trust me—or at least my intentions. Still, that protective instinct of hers lingered, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being scrutinized, and judged.
I had extended a significant honor to him, breaking time-honored traditions to do so, and yet here Annabeth was, treating me like a potential threat to him or their relationship. The very thought made my pride bristle, gnawing at me in a way that felt unjust. I had chosen my Hunters wisely; they were fierce and loyal, yet Annabeth's distrust hinted at a deeper issue I couldn't quite understand.
The little voice in the back of my mind taunted me. "It's obvious, isn't it?"
I squashed it down fiercely. No, that wasn't the case. It couldn't be.
I approached the boy and the older Hunters gradually left, granting Percy and me some privacy. I noticed the younger Hunters throwing pointed glares our way, but I paid them no mind. I was a goddess, after all; they couldn't do anything about it.
"Percy," I began, stepping closer, my voice warm but authoritative. "How have you been?"
He looked up, surprised, a faint smile breaking through his earlier tension. "Pretty good. My mother and I have been enjoying this school year. I've had some run-ins, but overall, not many monsters. I don't want to tempt my luck, though. Annabeth came over for a week or so to hang out. We were heading to the movies before Thalia's Iris message interrupted us."
Annoyance flared within me, but I quickly quashed it. You're acting foolish, I reminded myself, forcing a smile. "That's good! How's it been being the champion of our aunt?"
Percy frowned, his brow furrowing. "It's weird that I've never called Hestia 'aunt,' but yeah, it's been great!"
A fresh wave of annoyance washed over me, but this time it was directed at him. "Why do you call her Hestia? You should respect your patron!" I said, my tone a touch haughty.
"I did, but she made me stop, I swear!" he replied, slightly flustered and a little annoyed.
"Oh, sorry. I shouldn't have assumed," I said, quickly softening my tone. "She's important to me and everyone in our family; I just want her to be respected."
"I share that sentiment. She's amazing! I just hope to live up to the trust she's shown me in making me her first champion," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.
A pang of something foreign struck me, one I couldn't quite place. "You're very close with her?" I asked, unable to hide my curiosity.
"Yes, very," he confirmed, a warmth in his gaze that made my heart ache in a way I hadn't anticipated.
"You know, Perseus, I can see why my Lieutenant befriended you. I'd very much like to call you a friend as well." I offered, trying to keep my tone light.
"I'd like that, my lady," he replied with a grin.
"Okay, Perseus," I said, smirking as I crossed my arms.
"Oh yeah, my bad, Artemis!" he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Better," I said, feeling a genuine smile spread across my face. It felt nice to engage with him, to see the warmth in his eyes and the sincerity in his words. Perhaps there was hope for a genuine friendship between us, one that could bridge the gap of tradition and suspicion that has followed me for millennia.
Thalia's POV (Two weeks later)
The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the clearing as we all sat around it, roasting marshmallows and trying to enjoy the peace. Artemis had left to take care of her duties, driving the moon across the sky. It felt like the first time in days that things were calm—or as calm as things could be with Percy, Annabeth, and the Hunters all in the same space. It had been a good two weeks, Annabeth was loved by the rest of the Hunt, while Percy was being accepted gradually. Funnily the Older Hunters who had kept their distance from me, had taken a shinning to Perseus.
The Ones who knew Zoe the longest were the ones from Ancient Greece. It stung a little, but I understood their reasoning, I had to earn the respect of the others to lead. If they threw their weight behind me they'd be the ones in charge, I'd only be listened to by proxy. Plus there was this gap I couldn't describe, Percy however, no matter where he went, he bridged gaps and did the impossible. His being here is a perfect example of that.
I turned my head to see Percy laughing with his friends Phoebe and Atlanta, two of the original Hunters who had been around long enough to become close with Zoe. There were three other OG's as well, but they were on sentry duty. He was sharing some ridiculous tale from camp, and to my surprise, they seemed to genuinely enjoy his presence. It stung a little, knowing that they seemed to prefer his company over mine, but I couldn't deny that he had a way of charming people that I lacked.
A small, healthy pang of jealousy twisted in my gut. I couldn't help it. Percy always had this way of getting people on his side, even the people who were supposed to despise him. But I pushed the feeling away. This wasn't about me. He was actually bonding with them, and it wasn't the worst thing in the world to see.
But then, there was Hannah.
From across the fire, I could see her glaring at Percy with an intensity that made me uneasy. Her usual hostility toward me had been bad enough, but now, it was like all that anger had found a new target—Percy. And it was growing worse by the minute. My stomach knotted as I watched her. Something was off.
As the firelight danced across her face, Hannah's features contorted with rage. With a sudden burst of energy, she leaped to her feet and fixed her intense gaze on Percy. "How can you two talk with him like that after what he's done!?" she hissed, her voice laced with venom sharp enough to slice through steel. "After what you did?" She pointed at Percy angrily.
Percy's confusion was evident as he frowned. "What I did? What are you talking about?"
Hannah's fists clenched at her sides, her anger reaching a boiling point. "Zoë is dead because of you!" she spat.
The words hit like a punch to the gut, leaving me momentarily paralyzed with shock. It all made sense now - Hannah's hostility toward us, her unwavering coldness towards Me, and then later to Percy and Annabeth. She blamed us for Zoë's death.
But before anyone could intervene, Annabeth jumped up from her seat, her face flushed with fury. "How dare you! You have no idea what you're talking about!" she yelled, trembling with anger. "You weren't there!" Annabeth pointed at Hannah right back, and Hannah's scowl deepened as she reached for her dagger. Annabeth drew hers first and stepped between Percy and the angry Huntress.
Tensions rose with each passing second as some of the Hunters who had always been wary of Percy and Annabeth stood up, hands instinctively reaching for their weapons and drawing them. My heart raced as I realized how close this was to becoming an all-out battle.
"Hannah, stand down!" I bellowed, snapping out of my stupor. "Everyone, stand down!" My voice carried a command that I had never used before, but I knew it was necessary to take control before things got out of hand.
For the first time since I became Artemis's lieutenant, the older Hunters stood by my side. Phoebe and Atlanta stepped forward, their voices stern as they scolded Hannah. "You will not dishonor our Lady by raising arms against her guests," Phoebe declared firmly.
Just when it seemed like order was being restored, the fates twisted in the cruelest way possible. A single arrow, released from the chaos, flew through the air and struck Percy in the shoulder.
For a moment, everything went eerily quiet. But then all hell broke loose.
The fire in the center of the clearing roared to life, its flames blazing higher into the night sky. And from within those flames emerged a figure, shifting and solidifying as she stepped forward.
It was Hestia, appearing no older than fourteen - just like Percy. Her expression was anything but calm, her eyes burned with a fierce intensity that matched the flames behind her.
Artemis's POV:
I was gliding across the night sky in my chariot, guiding the moon through its familiar arc, when the sudden, piercing sensation of a divine call hit me—a mental shout so sharp and aggressive that it gave me an instant headache. Hestia? That was odd. Hestia never sent such calls, and certainly not with such fury.
What was stranger still was the source—it was coming from my camp.
Oh, Hades... A knot twisted in my gut. I flashed out of the sky, landing in the middle of my camp in an instant.
Chaos greeted me.
There was Hestia, the normally gentle and serene goddess of the hearth, standing in front of a raging bonfire, her small form radiating terrifying calm. Annabeth and Thalia were hunched over someone on the ground—Percy. My two eldest Hunters, Phoebe, and Atlanta, were scolding the younger ones, who were cowering in a wide circle, clearly terrified of the enraged 14-year-old goddess.
As I strode forward, my heart pounded, and I couldn't help but feel a rare jolt of fear. Hestia was a goddess known for her patience and temperance. To see her like this? It was unnerving, to say the least.
I approached Thalia first, trying to keep my voice steady. "How?" I demanded crisply.
Thalia stood and quickly explained what had happened—the argument, the shot, Percy tanking the arrow and calming Hestia before she could give out some divine judgment. Thankfully Hestia didn't shoot first and ask questions later, better yet it was her and not his father who showed up. "He already told Hestia he thinks it was mostly an accident," she said, though her tone betrayed her doubt, which concerned and angered me. If my own Lieutenant thinks it was on purpose or at least has her doubts, that says a lot, and of course, my oldest Huntresses looked mightily peeved at my younger girls. Punishments will have to be dealt out, this puts the entire hunt in danger, maybe even the peace of Olympus if things go bad enough.
I swallowed hard, my gaze shifting to Percy, who was lying on the ground but alive, conscious, and somehow still coherent.
Hestia, her tone deceptively calm but tinged with disappointment, said, "Be glad it was me who came and not his father. Be glad I think before I act, or I may have incinerated many here. Be glad the boy is so understanding and forgiving. However, I do not think he can return here—at least, not for a while. We cannot afford war between my two brothers, or dissent in the council. And more importantly, I will not see my friend harmed."
'Friend.'
The word hit me like a dart. Not "champion," not "chosen," but friend. The annoyance stirred in me again, a flicker of jealousy that mirrored the same feeling I'd had earlier toward Annabeth. Why did Hestia, of all goddesses, get to spend so much time with Percy? Why did she get this special connection with him?
Hahahaha, "Why do you care?" Asked that damned voice.
He was her friend. The word lingered in my mind like a thorn, and it irritated me more than I cared to admit.
As I stood there, surveying the wreckage of the moment, the Hunters still on edge and Hestia's quiet fury simmering in the air, I was struck by how much this simple incident—this single arrow—had threatened to unravel the fragile balance we were walking. Percy's presence here was already dangerous, and now, with Hestia involved, the stakes felt higher.
And as much as I hated to admit it, I couldn't shake the gnawing feeling of envy that Hestia had stepped in, claiming Percy as hers, protecting him as no one else could.
I exhaled softly, letting the tension in my shoulders drop slightly. "Very well," I said. "He won't return. But I know you were keeping tabs on Percy here, next time, you could trust me to manage my camp." I added lamely, cowed by my Aunt. That woman wielded disappointment better than Zeus wielded lightning.
Hestia didn't reply. She didn't have to. The disappointment in her eyes said enough.