Percy Jackson, Angel of Chaos

Chapter 15: The Kouthě

(A/N) Hey *nervous chuckle*, I'm back... After so, so long. What was it a week or two? Yeah...Kinda been uninspired, but guess what?! I have inspiration! Yay! Group hug!

Disclaimer; Rick Riordan owns the characters and the dictionary and education system owns my words, with a sprinkle of my imagination. Magical!

Some Pertemis fluff coming up for ya!

Artemis' P.O.V

I was running. Running faster than I've ever had to run before in my life. Fear gripped my heart as the tree branches whipped my face and the knarled roots threatened to trip me whilst I ran from the threat.

Tears ran down my windblown cheeks as I sobbed, desperately trying to escape my pursuer. Mentally, I begged for Percy to come, to save me like he always had.

But I was alone, and there was no one to help me.

My clothes were tatters and my skin was riddled with various cuts from thorns and other miscellaneous plants.

My breath was growing short and I was exhausted. I had been running for days now, weeks maybe, I had lost track of time.

Eventually I neared the outskirts of the woods and cried out with relief.

But my happiness didn't last long.

I had run to a dead end. Before me lay a vast cliff, reaching out towards the angry seas. I cried in despair and fell to my bloodied knees. Behind me, my enemy had finally caught up.

Well...look at this.

Its voice penetrated my mind like a dagger made of ice.

The goddess Artemis on her knees. Not so mighty now, are we?

I turned around to see the withered, white face of Order. Tears blurred my vision, but I could clearly see the massive sword that was gripped in his hands.

"Please..." I begged "Make it quick."

Order gave a malicious smile. "As you wish, my dear."

He raised the sword, but I did not close my eyes. I would die with at least a little dignity.

The sword swung towards me in a graceful arc, and then everything went black.

I woke with a start.

I was breathing heavily and my heartbeat was erratic. I took a couple of deep breaths to calm my nerves, but it did nothing.

Getting dressed, I thought it better to be doing something rather sitting here moping.

I was walking out of my tent when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Looking up, there was a figure curled up on a branch with their midnight black wings wrapped around them.

I stood there for a couple of minutes, just staring at the figure, until I realised it was Percy.

Okay...

"Percy!" I whispered, but he didn't even stir. Grabbing a rock, I threw it at him, where it bounced aimlessly off his wing.

I summoned my bow and shot a blunt arrow at his back. The moment it hit him, he yelped and fell out of the tree, landing on the mossy ground with a muffled thud.

"Oh, gods Percy, are you alright?" I fretted, running to him. His wings were outstretched, displaying them to their full glory.

"Yeah..." he groaned "I'm fine. You just hit where my Achilles heel used to be, which to this day is very sensitive."

"I'm sorry! I didn't realise!" I rushed, feeling guilty.

"Don't worry about-" he suddenly cut himself off and stared at me in concern. "Artemis, are you alright?"