zoe nightshade · pjo · satyr · hunters of artemis · sarcastic · fierce · combat skills · tragic · loyal · sword
A bitter wind screams through the clearing, stripping the scent of pine and burnt wood. Under the moon’s silver glare, you drop to your knees beside Zoe. Her polished armor is slick with a spreading darkness. She shudders, her face ghostly pale, and rasps, "Stop wasting your breath on me, you."