Scar of The Hunter

Then you tried to apologize but failed

"I didn't mean to!"

"What, you didn't mean to shoot an arrow through his shoulder? 'Cause that's what you did!"

I stood outside the infirmary, my back to the wall as Thalia yelled at me, fists clenched and her eyes shooting daggers. A frown remains plastered on my face but I flinch as thunder roars above us.

"Seriously Angie, what were you thinking?!"

"I was thinking about you, Thalia! Your safety! Your vow! You promised Artemis-"

"-That I would forever remain without the company of men," she cuts me off, frowning dangerously as lightning flashes behind her. "Gods, Percy isn't my boyfriend Ang! He's a friend. A really great friend."

"Phoebe said he was a really good friend,"I say, looking up at the roof.

"Trust me, good is an understatement."

It's quiet for a moment until Thalia sighs and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Out of all the things you could have done, you decided to almost kill Seaweed brain. I have underestimated you. You really are a badass."

I stare at her and scoff, shaking my head. "I wasn't really planning on shooting him. It kind of just happened. Years of training with you guys and it's become an instinct."

She gives me an almost strange smile before turning her attention to the person who has just stepped outside the infirmary doors.

"How is he?" the daughter of Zeus asks. A satyr with curly hair nods and gives her a shrug. "He's Percy. A little arrow to the shoulder isn't going to kill him."

Thalia sighs, relieved, and I am surprised to hear myself join her. "Can we come in?" she asks, and the satyr nods again. He looks at me and cocks his head, turning to Thalia. "Who's this?" he points.

"This is Angie, one of our hunters. Fairly new, fairly old. She's a daughter of Apollo," Thalia shrugs and enters the infirmary. I am left outside with the satyr and scratch the back of my shoulder sheepishly.

"I'm Trevor," he says after a moment, smiling softly. "Are you the one who shot Percy in the..."

"I'm coming, Thalia!" I say, interrupting the satyr from finishing his question and entering the infirmary as well. No way was I going to get mixed up in that awkwardness.

Inside, there are cots lined up with clean white sheets and large, fluffy looking pillows. I take in the area and notice how relatively empty it is. No one with any serious conditions here, just some girl bruised from a spearing accident and a kid with a nose bleed. Nothing too intense, except for a boy at the end of the row of beds, laying down and drinking up a golden liquid handed to him by Thalia herself. As I walk near his cot, Thalia, the boy, and another camper turn to me, eyes wide and mouths open.

"I..."

"Hello," the other camper, a boy with curly brown hair and dark emerald eyes interrupts me, and I tilt my head a bit.

"H-hello. I...I came to...to apologize to..." I bite my lip, not able to let the words slip out. The boy on the cot, Percy Jackson, sits up a little, pushing the drink gently out of his mouth, making Thalia move it away.

He stares at me for a moment, but unlike the first time, his eyes are not fearful. Instead, they hold a kind of light to them, and his lips form into a tiny smile. "It's alright. I get hit on the shoulder by arrows all the time. It's a regular occurrence," he chuckles gently, but I flinch as he starts to cough. I begin to move closer, but stop myself before I actually do.

I nod and bite my lip. "I was just scared of Thalia getting hurt. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so used to bad things happening that I..."

"Scared of Thalia getting hurt? Love, if anything, you should be scared of Percy getting hurt. Which, is actually what transpired," the green eyed boy said, laughing and shooting me a wink. I clutch Hekatos inside my jean pocket and can't help but glare at him.