Percy Jackson-Guardian of the Hunt

Chapter 7-Reappearance

hey guys I am back. sorry for taking a while my laptop broke down and I couldn't switch it back on so I had to get it repaired anyway on with the story hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: the usual characters are Rick Riordan's plot mine. I don't own PJO or HoO

Last time: She closed her eyes and internally prayed. I'm sorry Lady Artemis, I failed the Hunt. Please come and save the rest of them.

A silver flash caught her attention. The manticore laughed and taunted the Goddess. "Come Artemis, watch as I kill your Lieutenant right in front of your eyes. Watch the light leave her eyes. I believe last time we met you lost your first Lieutenant now you will lose another."

Artemis' POV: (A/N: my first change of POV other than Percy and Narrator. Also I might change pairing-if there is one- to perzoe rather than pertemis. I'm still not sure-what do you guys think?)

The council meeting was dragging on. It had been the same thing repeated over and over again. Demigods turning up unnoticed, the strange man who was helping them, the monsters acting strangely and then finally Perseus Jackson and his disappearance. The demigod infuriated me. He had managed to go and stay away from everybody ad remain undetected-even from the hunt. And nothing escapes the hunt. (A/N: I've read a number of fanfics that have Artemis saying "that boy-no Man..." in the throne room etc. and then having like this massive internal struggle before reluctantly admitting she likes him. I just find it overdone and I feel like rolling my eyes at it and being like jheeez another one!?!-no offence to anyone who uses this method but it's just my opinion. If it is gonna be pertemis, I'm gonna take my time with it but it's just gonna start as respect between friends-dunno if it's gonna be pertemis anyway enough with the rant-on with the story)

Hades had assured us that Perseus was still alive as his soul was yet uncollected by Thanatos. But I definitely had grudging respect for the son of Poseidon-to remain hidden for this amount of time without death was rare. But then again, he had this uncanny ability to do things no one else had the audacity to do. I looked up to find Athena talking to father about something he clearly didn't like if his facial expressions were anything to go by. Suddenly, Hades appeared in the throne room led by Hermes. I was surprised when Hades and Hestia received their thrones back-that must have been Athena's idea that father didn't like.

I suddenly felt a tingly feeling in the back of my head as I heard Thalia's voice. I'm sorry Lady Artemis, I failed the Hunt. Please come and save the rest of them. I tensed and I felt my eyes widen. I flashed out at once, barely acknowledging what Hades was saying.

I flashed into the clearing where I had left the girls to go to Olympus. I saw monster dust scattered on the floor as a battle raged. I scanned the field and saw a couple hunters passed out, but none dead. Then, my heart stopped as I saw Thalia spread eagle on the floor looking at the manticore about to shove a poison dart into her heart. I was too far to do anything. Thalia and Thorn noticed me. The beast laughed maniacally as he saw me. "Come Artemis, watch as I kill your Lieutenant right in front of your eyes. Watch the light leave her eyes. I believe last time we met you lost your first Lieutenant now you will lose another." I felt a pain in my heart as he brought up Zoe. I watched as he whipped his tail back to deliver the fatal blow and my heart clenched. I desperately cried out "Nooooo..."

Line Break-(god you must hate me-that's twice I cut it off at the same point. But I'm enjoying being a little evil.)

Narrator POV:

An 18 year old boy with dark black hair and pulsing red and green eyes sat cross-legged against a tree, pen in hand as he seemed to be scribbling something down on a piece of paper. A smile was present on his face as he wrote. As the finished writing, a flash of flames erupted a few feet beside him causing him to jump to his feet, the pen elongating into a gleaming bronze sword. The boy relaxed as he noticed the figure in front of him; an 8 year old girl with mousy brown hair looking at him with an amused expression. The boy bowed. "Lady Hestia," he said, "How do you always know when I am done writing my letters to mum?"