Pertemis: A Wolf’s Tale

Percy’s Point of View

Weeks passed then things just as well stayed the same. Percy walked towards the river, ready for the piles of clothes that were waiting for him. Since the day he had got the power, he didn't have to go to bed with an empty stomach anymore, although he still kept the traditional cooking because he knew Hestia wouldn't want him to overuse the power. He still remembered the nightmare of pains he had to endure that night. Even now he could sometimes felt the hot torrent of blood swirling inside him like lava. That he bolted up every night choking out the nothingness.

Yet, perhaps that agony had brought him and Artemis closer. He still remembered that night when she held on him until morning. She had warned not to mention it and even forget about that, but how could he. Even now when he had to wake up at night, coughing and choking, Artemis would often appear in his tent and patted on his back, smoothing him that it made the pain dissipated immediately. They still shared dinner, though, and the food he summoned for both was never limited that Artemis would always breathe out a sign of fullness and satisfaction after every meal.

He washed the clothes, tried it with his power by condensing the air and heat it up. The sodden fabric dried faster than usually put under the wind. He never actually washed their undergarment, it felt awkward and all and also he knew the hunters would have some misunderstand if he touched them. He left the undergarments out, and to his relief that they actually washed them themselves. Even if it was a test to see if he was really perverted, he actually passed it.

As he was about to walk back to camp, he noticed some strange flowers at the root of an old oak tree just near the river where he was washing the clothes. The flowers glinted under the sun with their yellow iridescent with blue. Its pollens swirled around the roots created a lustrous and delight torrent and movement of the northern light. Percy was drawn towards the flower and wonder how Artemis would feel if he gave her one. He knew she wasn't some kind of girls who would run around picking flowers, but being connected to nature, that would probably make her happy.

His hand moved closer to the flower until the torrent of pollen swelled in his nostrils. It was a blur of dizziness and trauma. It smelled like sulphur that the pollens traveled down his throat, made him wanted to rip it into ribbons. He was about to pull back but his fingers already touched a flower that his skin hissed and steamed under the touch. It was like touching a hot blade or acid that the pain traveled deep into his spinal core. He pulled back and winced, the burnt had dissolved his skin and flesh like poison, like snake venom. His knees buckled that Percy stepped back, astonished and perhaps scared those flowers more than anything. Even though his wound was starting to heal, thanks to his immortal blood, but he could still feel the sharp pain that it ached every nerve within him.

Maybe bringing it back would be a bad idea, Percy stated. No wonder why no one in camp has this flowers when its colour and appearance were so fascinating. It was indeed poisonous.

Percy glanced around, hoping there wasn't anyone around because if there was, especially with the hunters, then no doubt they would use the flowers in one of their pranks. And Percy knew that would be the most severe because right now, his fear for the flowers was even greater than Artemis.

After dinner and the hunters already made their way back to the tents, Percy started wandering around the camp. It was a surprise that the hunters didn't prank him today, or perhaps they had gotten bored. Then again, it made Percy anxious of something more wicked they stored for him under their sleeves.

Percy walked passed the shooting area and curiosity washed over him. He only watched the hunters shooting in a distance but never got a chance to actually shoot one. Even on the island where he only used spears and daggers and snares to hunt. Never in his immortal life that he touched a bow. He cautiously walked to the bows arranged on the holders, the quivers full of arrows set under it. The least thing he wanted right now was a hunter to come out and notice him. When he looked at the arrows, he could see the sweat, the image of him shaping the wood. He greeted his teeth of how the hunters wasted his work without mercy.

He pulled back the string and aimed for the centre of the dart, released it and the arrow flew into the night sky. Perhaps it was too much power. Percy pulled the second arrow this time and tried to decrease the strength, thus, this time, the arrow flew straight down and stuck to the ground. He tried again and again, but the arrows just flew in various direction and none did touch the board, even the outer big circles. How bad is it of his archery? he thought.

He pulled the last arrow in his quiver and aimed as best as he could. Just then, a flap opened and someone walked out, at the same time when he released the arrow. It flew straight to the person that Percy's blood ran cold. Artemis would skin him alive if he hurt any of her hunters. To his astonishment, Artemis caught the arrow that was flying straight at her head and eyes wide opened in shock.

"you tempted to kill me Perseus?" she muttered, a spout visible on her lips.

"Oh, my gods no Artemis...I...just.." He stammered, looking at her. He couldn't say he was practicing archery and he was too bad to even shoot at the target. Artemis would laugh her head off and if words got out. The hunters would humiliate him forever.

Artemis glanced at the surrounding, then back to his eyes. "What are you doing out here this late? Need extra work for camp patrol?"

"Please," Percy cringed, "the chores is already enough."

Percy swallow as Artemis narrowed her eyes at him, her gaze turned to the bow at his hand and Percy tried to hide it behind his back. A smile crept on her face.

"Practise archery I see," she said. "And you are too bad at it."

"No, I'm not!" Percy protested, but Artemis just held her chin high.

"Prove it then"

Percy swallowed, sweats rolling down his forehead as he raised the bow and notched an arrow on the string. He could see Artemis was trying hard not to laugh as he pulled back the string. Inside he prayed for the other half-brother of him to at least let his arrow hit the board. He breathed deep, but his arms froze like a statue that the fingers immobilised in place. Artemis grinned and shook her head, at the point, Percy knew he had to give up.

"You could have just admitted that you are bad in archery you know." she laughed.

"Hey!" Percy burst. "Just because I've never used the bow before, doesn't mean that I'm naturally bad at it. Maybe I can be better than you later on."

"With that posture and the way you hold the bow." Artemis sneered. "Yeah, I'm hoping that day would come soon."

was scared of her, but he knew he was at a disadvantage and she would find a way to win in this topic. He raised the bow again and Artemis

way you hold it

just gotten more beautiful and matured, that moon ash

body on his back. Her hands coped the way he held the bow, that her skin ran smoothly against his long extended arm as she gently raised his arm a little. The other hand of her under his elbow, on the arm he used his

just a blank and the beat of his heart raged inside him. Her scent like the forest at spring, just after the rain and was still refreshing,

target, that silver piercing and somewhat cold melt his heart. That two little moons of hers always drawn him forwards, and somehow

her mouth just slight opened, that time was lost between them. It was the temptation of both that a lure

arrow, and it was released. Though he didn't look after it, nor even Artemis as they just both

back, and an awkward silence emerged

should better go" Artemis tried to break the

smiled at her as she started to

he hummed a happy song. Suddenly, a log flew out of

Artemis used whenever he turned on full-moon, he could still see the marks of his claws on the glowing metal bars. Silver didn't particularly burn him if physically touched, it just drained

on the chair opposite him as

meaning of this Thalia?" he

a little fun that may entertain us

are going to torture me with that dagger," He spat. "Then go ahead, I have a

closer to him. "Torturing you with this is too simple. I don't want your blood to

going to do?" He

a

more hunters walked in, Phoebe handed Thalia a leather bag as

asked, glancing at

that burnt him from the bag with her bare hand. Percy's eyes widened as he moved as far

asked him. "Do you

mountain ash on the west, it's a surprise to find it here.

do anything stupid," Percy said,

has just started Perseus."

maker" Thalia order as the hunters handed her a small machine. Thalia turned to him. "Chucking it on you would be too boring. Suffocating you a

the bag into it and turned on the button. A yellow poisonous gas started to come out as it

see." She laughed as the gas passed through the metal bars, advancing closer

his body. Percy screamed, choking out the gas that it was suffocating him. The tinkling of the flowers scratched against his skin, that stung

amount won't kill you I

bar, used every strength he had left to bend it. He coughed, trying to find any fresh air but around him was just that yellow gas that drove him to panic. Percy

the moment they just pranked Percy and

something happen?" Annabeth asked with

laughed. "You wouldn't believe it, but tonight

dropped.

said, trying to contain her laughter. "Just a

little pranks always bring death." Annabeth crossed her arms. "What did

Thalia stated,

"You could kill him with wolfbane you

a small amount, it'd just give him

Lady Artemis gonna do