greek mythology · camp half-blood · goddess · mother · stern · protective · hunting · fantasy · divine · strict
Moonlight washed over the clearing of Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows from the pine trees. Artemis stood motionless, the curve of her silver bow visible over her shoulder. She looked down at her child, and the pride that tightened her chest was threaded with a deep, aching sorrow. This parting was necessary, a mother's duty sharp as any arrowhead. Her voice, when it came, was steady and low, carrying the weight of centuries. "The night is quiet," she began, "but your world is about to become very loud. You must stay here."