Pertemis: A Wolf’s Tale

Percy’s Point of View

Dawn drew near as its sorrow followed the departing of the Red Moon. It sprayed and marked its last presence upon the grey sky with red; and it shimmered afar  before being consumed by the lights of the fiery sun. Yet its warning did not cease to pass.

For Artemis was now brought back to her camp, deep within the green woods and her life was stretched wide upon a thin rope. Percy steps were swift and yet heavy for his heart was filled with concerns. Paecus and Apollo managed to follow his tail, for Percy carried Artemis in his wolf form and none beings were said could catch up with the wolves.

Her silver bed Artemis laid upon, and the dreadful wound on her arm stained the bed sheet for the Ichor could not stop flowing no matter how they tried. The fire grew dim as her radiant slowly decreased and the Moonlace at the sides of her throne darkened and dried with death. Percy tended her,  drying her sweat sodden forehead for now the poison was spreading. Her lips and skin was pale and cold as snow, the colour of her cheeks faded as her auburn hair started to turn white, like the colour of sheets. Yet her features still remained the beauties and fair of an immortal. But she was ageing. For the poison of werewolves striped away the immortality; and for years the gods aboded and made in that fair forms, but inside they were just ashes like of decayed mortal flesh. For their roots were once mortally, and with death, they returned to ashes.

Another hour passed and they managed to stop her Ichor from flowing, for her essence escaped along with the golden liquid. Yet they didn't have time, for her presence in the room seemed dismissed and they hardly sensed her power.

"Apollo" Percy turned to him as he watched Artemis trembled by the fever and it broke his heart. "Is there anyway to cure the poison, or at least to stop it for awhile?"

But the god of the sun, of medicine and the father of Asclepius whom resurrected the deaths was silent and his face was darkened and just stared at the floor.

Percy inside was tumultuous and patient he heeded little. The anger took him as he roared in frustration and held Apollo collar shirt.

"Tell me dammit!"

But Apollo was angered and he kicked Percy away.

"Don't tempt me Perseus!" He bellowed "you know I love her above all and I would doing anything to save her. But there's none..."

The last sentence he sighed and spoke with despair and hope was lost within him. There he just sat on the floor and disoriented and the morning was dark that day.

Paecus out of the three was calmest, yet he was troubled. He stood and traced far through memory the time he dwelled with the werewolves; of their teachings, their lore and medicines and yet it seemed to him that he hadn't gained enough of their trust to obtain the cure of their bites.

Percy legs stumbled and fell. He looked at Artemis from the floor and his eyes watery. The memories came to him of times they spent and he repented his curses and his angers toward her. For his love for her beyond the wide of the sea and sketched as far as the sky could reach. Seeing her in pain broke his heart and part of it was his doing.   

At that moment he wished Leto was beside him. To give him counsels and guidance for he was lost in despair and sorrows.  Then the Ichor of her that dropped on the floor spread toward him and wetted his shoes, a sudden memory flooded back to his mind and the hope filled his heart.

Many years ago, before the discovery of Artemis in the times of the Romans, his mother had asked him for his blood. Though he did not know the purpose of her doing. But he found out her dreadful wound was healed few days later after he shed his blood. At the time he did not know his identity nor his truths, so he thought the wound came from the Wolves within the forest. But now after everything he had known, it logically came back and fit into pieces. Leto did not ask for his blood that day for virtue he had assumed, but to cure the bite somehow he bite her in the full moon. The werewolf blood was the answer to their bites.

The realisation came like fireworks in his mind and he was delighted with it. Without hesitation nor counsel with others, Percy stood and bite his own wrist and his blood stained the floor beneath him. Now Apollo and Paecus were astonished and confused when he pressed his bleeding wrist on Artemis mouth. A moment passed when Percy was assured she drank a potion of his blood and he removed his wrist from her tender trembling lips, which were now coated with Ichor and glittered under the light of the candles.

The hope was high in his heart and Percy looked at her with wonder. Her pale cheeks slowly but surly gained back their colour and her hair like Spring returned to Winter that ice melt and give place to green grass. For its white colour faded and her hair returned to its silver, auburn colour. Paecus and Apollo were clad and filled with joy. Her eyes did not opened, yet Percy was filled with hope for their separation came near its end.

But a sudden convulsion took her and everyone's excitement dropped. Artemis seemed not to adapt nor accept the blood of Percy and she started vomiting them out as it flowed out from the corner of her lips. Then the colour of her cheeks faded and the ageing began and her hair dyed back to its colour of snow and death followed her one more time.

"What happened?" Paecus grimaced. "Didn't your blood just cure her?"

"I-I don't know..." Percy stood with confusion and delirium. "My mother was cured by my blood before...I thought it could do the same for her."

"Then why she's not healed yet!? Why did her body reject it!?" Apollo yelled.

"I DON'T KNOW OKAY!" Percy ranged back.

"I don't know..." and he said with a low and sad voice as his legs gave out the second time.

There they sat silently in the room filled with sorrow and wariness. For Percy heart was filled with dread and repentance and sadness. For Apollo heart was darkened without hope. But there Paecus heart still lingered to find the light, despite Artemis muttering with illusions and shivers by the poison. Hope still with him and he spoke.

"What if the cure must come from the one that inflicted it? Your mother was bitten by you wasn't she?"

There Percy understood and his eyes widened as he stood from his wooden chair. Werewolf bloods indeed was the answer but it had to come from the one that craved the bite. And now the fire of the room plunged with high flame for the discovery carried hope.

"I'm going to find that bastard" Apollo was the most impatient for the love to his sister was great and he picked up his bow and attempted to leave.

"Stop!" But Percy responded. "Enough death has been made. You alone can't defeat him Apollo."

"Then Paecus will come with me" Apollo suggested, his eyes were full with flame of fury and they challenged those that opposed him. "Didn't he fear from your presence Paecus?"

man reminded Apollo, for he also

I shall go" Percy now stepped up from the quarrel and fumbles of Apollo. "For he's

choice, they agreed

eyes. At the moment he would trade everything just to be switched with her, for she was too fair and good to endure this. She suddenly grabbed at his hand and held

sweats coated it. "I shall return and I won't give up

it and he respected her. He poured very thing he felt for her into that kiss and for a short moment, life returned to

out in haste and before he left, he entrusted the camp to Paecus that none could leave it. There he slipped into his wolf form and ran toward the

Percy sprinted. There Percy noticed a confused tracks, as if Lucien purposely left behind or out of carelessness. Nonetheless, it made it easier for Percy

sensation of intimidation. He walked in his human form, across the dead trees and crunching leaves. The crescent moon shimmering shined on his back, but its

of his

on his side, as if a fast object moving through the trunks of the trees. Percy knew he was in Lucien territory and werewolves were master

the trees in front of him looked like giant arms of undead men arose

came to Percy ears and he immediately turned. Lucien from there walked out from the shadow that was rippling

you to come" Lucien said with a sneering tone. "Or perhaps you have

last sentence struck Percy and his

purposely didn't you?" Percy gritted his teeth, his fists folded so tightly

come against me. Didn't I just lift a burden

I came" Percy managed to control his anger. "Just give me what I need

if she dies or not. That goddess carries a curse Percy, and those follow her will

for that I shall

with frustration, for no matter how many times he tried

choice then I won't give you. Choose between your people and her. Either you step on my corpse and forsake your blood and save her, I won't shed my

but Lucien did not stop

He roared. "Your people or

to counter Lucien. The decision he had not decided and

said and that snapped Percy.

woods and set the crows flying. There under the crescent moon, he leaped into his wolf form, the black fur absorbed the light of the moon and his red blazing eyes was flaming with

to check for the opponent weak spot. But Percy was still a young fighter and patient was what he did not have. So he charged first, lunging at Lucien and despite his lightning speed, Lucien dodged with ease. There Lucien took his turn and made a long scar on Percy back that forever he would embed it. Percy roar of pain filled the dreadful air and the fogs of the wood was blown away by that roar. But he did not give up, for the damage increased the anger of werewolves would also be, and they would fight to the bitter end. So

and he was pinned to the round. Lucien stood over him with might and

left him.

Percy, for the promise he took that he would return to her arms one more gave him back strength. And he crawled as much as he could, despite the wound that was bleeding and screaming with agony all over him. And he grabbed Lucien fur, pulling it and his blood coated

turned his neck with a frown as Percy kept holding on him and did

up" he growled and talk as his werewolf voice

volcano erupted in his mind and his face turned with even more dangerous. That golden eyes flared with intense blast

were broken some and he could barely stand, yet the fire still burned deep in him. There Lucien marched with fury towards Percy and landed a punch on his cheek. His punches were like crushes of hammers and Percy was threw side to side each time a punch landed. At the point Percy eyes were barely opening, even

a new wolf was born. His black fur rippled, his eyes flared with fire and so was his entirety. Lucien barely escaped from the fiery fist of Percy and looked at him with wonder. For Percy once swallowed the Eternal Flame of Hestia and now because of the fierce

Percy lunged at him. The battle was even more intense than the last and not less destructive. For now Percy was more powerful and Lucien had to put all his might. They fought out of the clearly and into the deep wood beyond. Trees were knocked down by their missed strikes and they crumbled around them. The rocked and ground vibrated and danced as a battle

a

own fire and in his mind was just an image of death and sacrifice for Artemis. Without hesitation, he chased after Lucien and the hunting for werewolf began. They ran through the terrestrials of the wood, through trees and bushes and Percy roar was so terrible that

the water and the coldness brushed his skin.

a path of burning trees and ruin. But Percy did not stop, for victory was gleaming in his heart and he

off layer by

alive, but he could not get back what he had as long as the water was still around him. But Lucien made sure that Percy could not step out

roared and landed a punch

so much!" There Lucien made another strike. "That even you forsook

the first time, or block

you are seeking?!" Lucien bellowed. "Or

dooms for each don't you realise that!?" There he kneeled Percy and set him to the

grabbed his neck

he could throw that Percy head crashed every time unto the rock underneath him, and crushed them

Artemis and even now the disappointment

to near the door of death, and seeing him laying hopelessly on the ground, Lucien sighed with disappointment. "I expected a lot from you

snap his throat open and ended Percy life for good. As his brutal claws crashed down, a metallic sound of mechanism