Meeting the Moon at war

Chapter 17

"Take me to Lady Artemis, now.'' he commanded. The hunters all smiled creepily, except Jackie who seemed to not hate Percy that much after their eye contact, and had a worried look in her eyes, she didn't want the only male that ever comforted her to be taken to his death, even though she had just meet him. As she was going to speak up to try and warn the male of the consequences that would happen when a male would enter upon Lady Artemis's camp but Phoebe beat her to it. "I would love to  take you to Mi'Lady.'' she said, way too calmly and creepily. If it were anyone, they would've probably shivered and tried to run away since no one could not be scared of Phoebe's scary look and voice, that is except Percy, who only sighed and said "Well are you going to show me or not??'' he asked, though not unkindly. 

The hunters were a bit disappointed to see that he wasn't at all scared but they figured that he was down right terrified form the inside and this was all just a façade that he was putting on, a 'brave face'. But in truth Percy was as cool as a cucumber in the inside, knowing that Lady Artemis would recognize him from the battle against dirtface or Gaia and Tartarus. If not then he could probably go on par with her on a fight, and maybe even win though he really didn't want to hurt or even fight with the goddess. 

As they were walking towards where the hunters were stationed, the hunters covered all of the exit's that Percy could've taken, not that he would want to escape, and daggers still gripped in their hands, tight enough to make their hands go pale and would probably leave a mark. Percy didn't care about this, he knew that he could escape at anytime but he was the one that asked to be taken to their patron, so why would he want to escape, but he didn't pounder on that too long, his thoughts going to the date that Jackie had mentioned. 1940, what happens at this time??? that's the thought that he wanted an answer for, and fast. "This is what I get for not paying attention in history class'' he grumbled under his breath. The hunters close to him stared at him in confusion for a split second before their faces returned to their wolf snares and continued on the path ahead. 

Percy could feel  the camp before actually seeing it, its aura radiating in a very powerful way, which means that either there were over a thousand hunters, which isn't likely, or that the goddess was home, which made much more sense. Percy sighed and thought, this is going to be a long night. 

The hunters watched the Percy's expressions closely, waiting for him to show any signs of fear or even a hint or uncertainness on his face but all they could see was a very tiered looking face, as if he just wanted to just drop and sleep for the rest of his life. Phoebe chuckled under her breath and thought, this pig won't even last a second in the camp before being blasted into pieces. Looking at her fellow hunters she saw that they were thinking the same thing as she was from their expressions. 

Artemis was just chilling after a long day of travelling, sitting on a log with her fellow sisters, when she felt an odd presence enter her camp, 15 feet away from the camp to be exact, and she also felt the auras of the dozen hunters that she had send out to get food, all all seemed unharmed, except for some tiredness that wasn't there before before they had left, meaning that something, or someone, had made them feel this way. 

The hunters that were sitting with Lady Artemis notices their patron's odd silence and how tense her posture was, so they got their bows ready, arrows notched in, pointing in the direction of were the goddess was looking at. Soon enough their mistress did the same, waiting and preparing for the worst. As soon as the leader of the hunt, Phoebe, was spotted, seemingly unhurt and in good condition, with the others trailing behind her in the same condition, Artemis and the hunters relaxed their grip on their bows and went forward to greet them. But as soon as they were going to start moving, they saw something that made their blood boil and if possible, steam would have been blasting out of their ears. A boy was amongst them, and he didn't have a single scratch on him.