Hunters of Artemis: The Chosen One (a Thalia Grace fan fiction)

Chapter 1: Silver in the Woods

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Callie woke up to the moon reflecting onto the Maine ocean. She sat up and ran her fingers through her black, curly hair. Her blue eyes were like sparkling pools of pristine, clear water. The eerie night's glow cast a sparkling shade over her bedroom. She looked at the time on her digital clock: three in the morning. Why was she awake? She'd heard a wolf's howl in the night. Sure, the occasional would bellow from the cliffs, but this was different. It was metallic and transparent, and almost...magic. Callie was a non-believer in fairy-tales. Realism was practiced, almost celebrated in her case. She'd never believed in the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, nor fairies in the night sky. She'd ignored tall tales all her life, and, no matter how hard her parents tried, they could not bring her to believe in magic. Maybe the intriguing howl was simply a neighbor, watching Twilight with a window open. Callie rolled over in bed and pulled the chain on her desk lamp. The brilliant light counteracted with the moon glow, and it mesmarized Callie for some odd reason. She put on her slippers and crossed the musty hardwood floor. Their house on the Maine seashore had a gorgeous view, and Callie'd never seen it at three A.M. before. She gazed out the crystal window and noticed something peculiar. A silver bow glinted in the pines about thirty feet in the distance. Callie opened the window and leaned out, letting the crisp sea breeze nipped at her face. She saw a lantern move in the trees. Now she was really troubled; hunting wasn't allowed in the forest. Callie, who had a particular interest in the outdoors, zipped a jacket over her camisole. Wearing plaid pajama pants and wielding a flashlight, she climbed out the window and into the cool night.

The wet sand filled her flats, soothing the cold tops of Callie's feet. Some porch lights were on, but for the most part the beach was quiet. The lighthouse on the dock flashed its ray across the water, and the tide obeyed the moon, lapping serenely on the coast. The landscape was breathtaking; she'd lived there all her life, and the enviroment never ceased to amaze her. She reached the timberline, and scouted the trees. At first the silver didn't reappear. Moments later, several pieces of silver glinted in the trees. Lanterns glowed, and, as she got closer, Callie saw the burning embers of a campfire. A silvery tent shimmered beyond the trees, and she thought she saw about fifteen teenage girls in silvery jumpsuits. What was going on? Callie got closer, and the girls noticed she was there. Next thing Callie knew, one of the girls had a silver arrow pointed right at her.

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I hope you like this story! Ever since Rick Riordan's book "The Titan's Curse", I've been fascinated with the Hunters of Artemis. Hope you like it! Comment below!