Theo, son of.... well he hasn't got a clue.
Theo may have never have know who was until one day a scrawny 12 year old by the name of Percy Jackson showed up on the borders of the only home half dead after killing the famous Minotaur.
That day cha...
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Chapter 32
Apollo and Artemis Are Complete Opposites (I Dislike Both)
Theo POV
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Zoe led Percy and I to the last tent, which looked no different from the others, and waved me inside. Bianca di Angelo was seated next to the auburn-haired girl, who I still had trouble thinking of as Artemis.
The inside of the tent was warm and comfortable. Silk rugs and pillows covered the floor. In the centre, a golden brazier of fire seemed to burn without fuel or smoke. Behind the Goddess, on a polished oak display stand, was her huge silver bow, carved to resemble gazelle horns.
The walls were hung with animal pelts: black bear, tiger, and several others I didn't recognise. I figured an animal rights activist would've had a heart attack looking at all those rare skins, but maybe since Artemis was the Goddess of the hunt, she could replenish whatever she shot.
I thought she had another animal pelt lying next to her, and then I realised it was a live animal—a deer with glittering fur and silver horns, its head resting contentedly in Artemis's lap.
"Join us," the Goddess said. I sat across from her on the tent floor. The Goddess studied me, which made me uncomfortable. She had such old eyes for a young girl.
"Are you surprised by my age?" she asked.
"Uh... a little."
"I could appear as a grown woman, or a blazing fire, or anything else I want, but this is what I prefer. This is the average age of my Hunters and all young maidens for whom I am patron before they go astray."
"Go astray?" Percy asked.
"Grow up. Become smitten with boys. Become silly, preoccupied, and insecure. Forget themselves."
"Oh."
Zoe sat down at Artemis's right. She glared at me as if all the stuff Artemis had just said was my fault like I'd invented the idea of being a guy.
