Shattered

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Phoebe was not having the time of her life.

First, Artemis was off doing who knows what on Olympus. Meanwhile Zoe Nightshade, her lieutenant, was off on some useless quest to save Athena.

A quest that Phoebe was supposed to be a member of.

To top it all off, she was left in charge of fourteen other girls ranging from prepubescent to hormonal teen. It had already been enough that she had missed the quest due to her being bed-ridden with hives.

Which had somehow mysteriously faded once the quest had gone out of range.

Phoebe would have groaned in frustration due to everything if she wasn't locked in an intense duel with one of her fellow hunters.

The other girl was short. Around five-foot-two. She was fifteen and had long brunette hair that was tied in a ponytail.

Her chocolate brown eyes were narrowed in frustration as she tried her best to push back the older girl.

The girl was new, but a natural. Her skills with a hunting knife was nearly as honed as her voice.

The girl had the voice of a siren.

Phoebe feinted to the left, slicing at the girl's midsection. Her foe parried the strike and went for her own slice with her left hand. Growling in frustration, Phoebe grabbed the girl's hand and twisted, making her foe drop her knife.

The girl pulled back and back-flipped away, kicking Phoebe in the chin in the process. The girl did have a flair for dramatics.

Rubbing the assaulted area, Phoebe charged at the girl yet again, slashing and stabbing with all her force, when she finally managed to disarm the brunette, she panted out,

"Yield."

Snorting in dismay, the girl slowly nodded.

Phoebe smirked, "You are pretty good.... For a mortal."

The brunette took an elaborate bow, a smirk playing on her lips, "Rachel Berry serves to please."
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It took the hunters exactly seventeen minutes and twenty-three seconds to pack up and be on their way.

Artemis told them to have reached Keystone by seven in the evening, and they were only just crossing Denver. They needed to get a move on if they wanted to make the final seventy miles in the five hours they had remaining.

Taking responsibility from Zoe to lead the hunters had been a refreshing change for Phoebe, but she still missed her sister in all but blood.

Phoebe's thoughts drifted to the newest hunter that had joined their ranks not too long ago. In fact, come tomorrow, she would have been part of the hunters for two months exactly.

She was certainly a curious case. The girl was born and raised in the small town of Lima, Ohio, and had been pretty much bullied all her life. A fact that was only multiplied tenfold with the fact that both her parents were both homosexual males.

Everything had finally reached a breaking point when her fathers had been murdered by a religious zealot in cold blood.

The hunters had found the girl on the outskirts of the city – bawling her eyes out – Phoebe had taken the initiative to invie the girl over for dinner. The two of them had gained something of a sisterhood since that day.

The girl's hair had been disheveled and her brown eyes were red and puffy.

The hunters, of course, had taken her in wholeheartedly and the girl was probably one of their best additions in ages.