The Unknown Guardian

| Chapter 3 || Camp Half-Blood |

Chapter Three

Camp Half-Blood

*Third Person Point of View*

Over the next few days, the hunters had begun to warm up to their new guardian, even though some still felt insulted by the presence of the male. Even so, they couldn't use excuses of him being the common male, because he acted in such a way that surprised them all.

He was kind and caring in the least insulting way, and helped out when he felt that they needed it. He never gave them the impression that he thought that they couldn't handle themselves, which they were all grateful for.

On top of everything, he had volunteered himself to help out with their chores, still giving them their responsibilities, but also providing assistance to allow the jobs move along smoother, which in turn gave them more time to train and practise their archery.

All of his actions as guardian helped the hunters to accept him, but his true moment of trustworthiness was when they travelled to the Greek demigod camp, Camp Half-Blood.

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When Artemis had announced their next destination to her hunters, they all groaned in annoyance.

For some, it was bad enough to have a male guardian, but even worse to be around other males as well. For the rest, while they didn't mind being around their guardian, they absolutely despised the males of Camp Half-Blood, because they usually ended up flirting with or otherwise bothering them during their stay.

They arrived, as grouchy as ever, and immediately made their way to their cabin, hoping to get there without any distractions.

Unfortunately, the Ares and Hermes cabins had other plans.

"Well hello, ladies," a voice called as the hunters walked across the central field.

They stopped, knowing that the torment wouldn't end unless they made it clear to the campers that they didn't want to be disturbed.

A large group of males－the ensemble nearly as large as the hunters themselves－approached. Many of them could be recognized as children of Ares, due to their bulky stature and crude-looking faces. The others, though few in numbers, were Hermes campers, easily recognized by their pointy, elfish ears and sly, impish grins.

Even though Artemis wasn't with them, the hunters knew that they could easily take down the group of males. Their guardian was among them, though he stood at the side, clearly giving them the idea that he would let them handle the situation, but if he felt that they needed him in any way, he would be there.

"What do you say that we go and... have a little fun?" the leader spoke again, eyeing one of the older huntresses. He had bulging muscles lining his arms and stomach, which he showed off by not wearing a camp shirt. He flexed his biceps, trying to show off.

The huntress－a girl by the name of Jessica, whom was a daughter of Athena－just crossed her arms, glaring back at him. "Not interested," she said dismissively.

He moved closer, causing the hunters to back away. Thalia decided to step in.

"She said she wasn't interested jerk. So just back off!"

The boy's face reddened in anger, clearly upset by being rejected and embarrassed in front of his friends.

"Yeah, well... I don't really care! You can all just go and－" he didn't get to finish his sentence however, as a fist nailed him in the jaw, snapping his mouth closed. He backed away, holding his face and sticking out his tongue, which had become very red as it was spewing out blood.