Pertemis A Moon's Tale

Chapter VI: Tale Of Privacy

It was another day at the on going silent wolf den. It's been many months I had last seen the sunlight and fortunately for me because I was goddess of the moon, so technically night is more of my domain. If Apollo was in my situation, he'd have been begging them to tie him outside the cave, where the sunlight can be reached.

The memories of Apollo saddened me. I was worried about the Hunt of how they would react the situation. I had been kidnapped before and they already went under a traumatic event. But now I assume that they thought I was dead instead of capture. None of the prisoner known had ever escaped before from werewolves, so there was no reason why not to accept that I was killed. Yet, I still wondered and hoped that they would come and look out for me. In fact that would be such a selfish desire and attempt to even think off. Having a scout near the wolf's border was already hazardous enough but infiltrate into their territory would be just a suicidal mission. Not taking into the account that someone is brave enough to even take the job. I know my hunters were brave and wouldn't hesitate to charge into the werewolves territory if they knew I was still alive. However, the fact that hoping for someone to rescue me was selfish and even absurd. But since I had nothing to do except counting the object in the room, I had the right to allow myself to imagine and hoping for the impossible.

I heard the other day the gods had reclaimed a state from the wolves, which was good for them but I didn't know at what cost. Lastly there had been movement of troops around the base and every morning I would hear their mailed amours chanting as they hastily marching by. I didn't know the gods would cause some serious trouble to these werewolves. I mean we lost left and right and not counting the fact that our technology and knowledge were inferior to the werewolves, and yet we caused these werewolves to start marching as if there was an attack at their door.

However, today I didn't see nor hear any movement at all outside. The room and surrounding was too quite for my liking as if I make a move and someone would just pop out and start yelling "Happy Birthday!". Freye surprisingly enough was not seen this morning and then again, she only just appear when her name was called. Percy left the room early in the morning and I barely got a chance to see him. Lately he had been softer to me with the demonstration of giving me a whole loaf of bread instead of half. He still threw it on the ground like feeding a pet, yet his expression towards me wasn't the resentment and disdain but rather the amusement and conceitedness. It was still abysmal to me  and looked pretty obnoxious of course because he never treated me this way and in fact I never expected him to be. He never spoke to be much, but expressed his curiosity in the a weird way. Sometimes he would just stare at me for hour, watching how I munched on the bread he threw on the ground. Sometimes he would intentionally threw something at me to annoy me and often it set me off. But I was glad I realised there was a limit and he knew when to stop. It usually ended up my having tears swelling up so it wasn't like not crossing the line, in fact he already way crossed it. We kinda shared that relationship and bond for the last couple of weeks and though we still had a long distance between us. Somehow, I felt, and still I don't know of that was information, that he was returning to his old self and we were getting closer like before any of this happening. He enjoyed teasing me as much as I enjoyed glaring at him. But surely I realised he actually wasn't not-laughable. The long horizontal line of his lips sometimes actually twitched over what I said. I knew he never took my words seriously and always thought of them as silly, but those words made his lips twitching upwards. It irritated me a lot about that smug face of his and his smirk really set me off. But it also set in fire in me when I realised he would only be that way around me. If someone just barge in between our little private time, his expression would suddenly change to a cold, emotionless and intimidating Percy. Often there wasn't many who would dare to barge in like that except some of his close captain, and often these event would change his mood for the rest of the day, and I wouldn't see his exasperated smuggling face again until the next day.