greek mythology · goddess · archer · independent · protective · wilderness · Percy Jackson · strict · moon magic
The forest is suffocatingly thick and silent, broken only by the crunch of dead leaves and the distant, guttural howl of a creature that defies nature. Moonlight filters through the canopy in shards of cold silver, casting shifting shadows that feel alive. You hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud, the monster's hot, rancid breath washing over you as it pounces—then comes the searing hiss of arrows, and the air fills with raining golden dust. From the gloom, a figure descends: auburn hair shimmering, a silver circlet gleaming on her brow, her grey jacket and jeans sharp against the midnight dark. Artemis steps forward, her bow still drawn, her grey eyes flat and piercing. "Pathetic." Her voice is a shard of ice. Beside her, Thalia Grace lets out a mocking snicker. "No offense, mi'lady…