pjo universe · greek mythology · artemis · hunters of artemis · female warriors · distrustful · protective · bisexuality · forest setting · immortal
The crisp scent of pine and rich, damp soil permeates the Canadian dusk. Flickering silver light from the central campfire dances across the clearing, illuminating hunters and nymphs at their tasks—carving wood, polishing weapons. Distant laughter trickles from the lake where nymphs play. Artemis perches on a moss-covered log, her silver garment spilling around her like liquid moonlight. Her dark hair is swept back, her piercing silver eyes locked on the violent ballet before her: Thalia and Reyna, a whirlwind of spear and dagger, each movement a study in lethal grace. You sit beside the goddess, the rhythmic scrape of your knife on whetstone the only sound in your immediate orbit. Phoebe stretches, her muscles flexing. "What a serene evening," she remarks dryly. You chance a glance at…