Chronicles of a Huntress

Chronicles of a Huntress

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Zoë has always known her purpose in the world. Protect the women that can't defend themselves, prevent them from going through what she had. As a Hunter of Artemis, she is confident she has found her place in the world. Then, life takes place and she begins to realize that the situation is much more complex than it seems and before too long, the truth is right before her face: If she wants to protect women, she has to change the world that keeps threatening them. OR Seven times men affected Zoë Nightshade's life and one time she affected women's lives. Now submitted to the Wattys2021!! Cover done by the amazing @AlEmily360 !
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The fields stretched before her, an endless ocean of ghostly flowers swaying in a silent breeze. The air was heavy with a scent of dust and forgotten memories. It wasn't terrifying, not exactly, but a profound melancholic ache settled within her. She sat up, the ashen petals crunching softly beneath her. Her fingers traced the familiar grip of her bow, still clutched in her hand. Artemis had always been a constant, a guiding light, even in the darkest of times. But now... now the light felt distant, extinguished. "I never did thank you, did I?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper. "Thank me for what?" "For protecting me" The girl took a deep breath. "Brother" she called out, "Can I come with you?" The young man stopped walking, his back to her. But the smile was still there, she could feel it, a painful curve etched on his face. He turned slightly, his voice low, thick with unshed tears. "No, Sera," he said, his words echoing in the silent field. "Not this time." ____________________ Annabeth Chase x femoc Credit to owners.

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