Return of the Dead King

Quest

Zoe Nightshade was furious, a simple hunt for a dangerous monster and a possibility of getting of a recruit for the hunters of Artemis. And both of those were ruined, by who? She had no idea who was the man that had taken her mistress and the unknown demigod. But his aura was so powerful it made her want to shake in her combat boots. But strangely enough the aura was peaceful and protective, not angry and one for fighting. The man almost seemed to be fighting against his own will.

She looked around, the boy who had been with the girl who was taken, was on the cold snowy ground of the forest crying his eyes out. Normally, Zoe would laugh at the boy's pain because he deserved it. Because all men were disgusting pigs. Well except one, but she had not seen him for a while and it worried her beyond measure. The hunters were looking at the spot Artemis vanished in shock, many of them had tears in their eyes or pouring down their cheeks, and the demigods who came from camp, were sitting on the ground. Drowning in their own sorrows. Leaving the kid who just lost his sister to mourn by himself.

This made her so angry she almost snapped her bow. Since she was leader, she decided to take action. She turned to her sisters. "Set up camp, in the morning we shall pray for Apollo to come pick us up." Reaction was immediate. Ton's of but's. This made one of the eldest hunters furious. "Silence." She screamed. All of the hunters immediately grew quiet. "Now I know that we hate that place and of course that god. But our mistress has been taken and we need to do something about it." She growled fiercely.

The other demigods were now looking at her but she did not care. The boy was still crying furiously on the ground. "We hunt for that man who took our mistress, we do not need to go to that worthless camp to save our mistress." A feminine voice said. Zoe turned and looked at the girl in the eye. It was Phoebe. One of the eldest hunters, even older than Zoe herself. The girl in front of her was big, scraggly brown hair and dark brown eyes.

She could intimidate and scare many things, but Zoe was not one of those people. Her eyes bored into Phoebe' eyes. The eldest huntress shifted nervously. Before breaking the gaze. Zoe smirked in triumph. "As Artemis, is now gone, I am in charge and we need to go to the camp. If we are going to save our lady we need a prophecy and as much as it pains me to say it. We need Apollo's help. So go." She demanded. The other hunters set up camp quickly, in about ten seconds and it made her proud.

She looked over at the crying boy, Nico she believed his name is. She took a deep breath, and walked over to him. Zoe placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. Nico looked up at her, straight into her volcanic black eyes. Which impressed her immensely. Not many could gaze into her eyes and not be intimidated. He furiously wiped his eyes, to rid them of the tears and wet stains running down his cheeks. She took another deep breath. This was not something she was use to.

"It is okay to cry Nico." She said in a voice that was soft, so soft it shocked even her. "Crying does not make you any less of the person that you are. Crying does not make you weak. Your emotions are the only differences between us and the monsters out there." Nico nodded his head, his onyx black eyes showing gratitude. The boy shivered, his olive skin was pale and Zoe could clearly see he was cold.

"Where is my sister?" He asked, his voice cracking and breaking as he spoke. Zoe looked down at the snow beneath them. She had prayed to her Perseus for some help. But she had received no answer. And this made her angry and worried at the same time. He always answered her prayers.

What could he be doing that was so important right now. Unless he was cheating on her. That thought alone made her furious. But then she calmed. He had stayed faithful for thousands of years. Why would that suddenly change now? She needed to trust him. There could be thousands of other reason's to which he could not answer her prayer. He could be doing his duties as the god of fate. Or something else related to his godly side.