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<div class="tolyr1">five will go west</div>
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<div class="topb"> Even the air felt artificial. <br><br>

Zoë had been forced to get used to the urbanisation of the world, the creeping advance of gravel and cobblestones and pavement and tarmac that began to overlay every green place and every tuft of grass. Even that wasn't enough for the humans, of course. Hamlets had turned into villages, villages into towns, towns into booming cities with smoke and dirty water and a thousand thousand lives piled one up on top of the other. Houses had sprung up in neat little lanes and suddenly the world she had hunted in, full of open spaces and plains as far as the eye could see had turned into a labyrinth of streets and roads and car parks and shopping malls, with beaming lights that blocked out the skies and obscured the stars. Whether she liked it or not - and she certainly didn't - it was still there, and growing by seemingly every minute, and she and the Hunters had always quickly passed on in search of new quarry. But this was the first time she'd been in one of these places...alone. <br><br>

Before she'd always had the Hunters. Now, as she sprang lithe as a cat from step to step in the shadows of the street she couldn't help but feel vulnerable at all sides - flanks, dead ahead, behind her where there was no one to cover her back. The only steps she heard were her own, the only rustle of bows at her back - again, her own. Nothing but her own. Her breath clouded in the winter air and she drew her hunter gear around her tightly, the fur trim a fuzzy haze around her as she kept walking. It wasn't the silver circlet nestled in her dark hair as if it belonged there that weighed her down. <br><br>

It was the very absence of it, and of her girls. <br><br>

She knew the town, of course. Its streets were familiar to her even as she had walked closer to it, saw the first glimpses of buildings and houses and cars through the trees, and she had no problem walking along its streets. This was the same town as the one in the Underworld, the one Hades had changed it to for no readily apparent reason one day...almost exactly the same. A car rumbled into life a street away and her fingers tightened around her bow - but it didn't come her way, and once again the street was quiet. No. It wasn't the unfamiliarity. The question was, of course, whether it was still the Underworld...levels within levels, or somewhere else entirely. She wasn't entirely sure who - or what - to believe. So Zoë went cautiously around the perimeter, still cautious and alert. <br><br>

It was at that point that she heard voices. From the west, around the corner from where she was standing. She suddenly looked up, standing stock still. Two voices - male - laughing, she thought she heard - she rattled off the characteristics like it was nothing, years and years of practising tracking coming to a head. There were two people coming, she realised - but she froze. No no no. She knew that voice...and she knew where she'd heard it before. She drew her bow instinctively - only to think again. Not with his father! The thought flashed white hot against her mind and and she instead darted behind the wall of the nearest building, pressing flat against it. Her heartbeat thudded in her chest and she stayed stock still, waiting as the voices got closer and closer. Always in the hunt Artemis had said to stay quiet, to freeze and to wait to know what the prey was doing before striking. She had heard the words a thousand times before, told to each new girl who had come to the Hunt - who didn't yet know the art of pursuit. But they came back to her now, suddenly, and she realised one thing. <br><br>

She never said what to do if you were the prey. <br><br>
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<div class="tolyr1">over two thousand years</div>
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<div class="topb"> The moon was full in the sky, but it wasn't what Zoë was looking at. <br><br>

No. The wind ruffled the fur ruff along her neck but she stood still, impassive and like a statue in the dark. Her eyes moved across the night sky to the stars, each and every silver pinprick that studded the dark curtain that had swept in overhead as the sun dipped below the horizon. "Ursa Minor. Ursa Major." The circlet gleamed in Zoë's hair like mercury as she murmured them under her breath. They came to her as naturally as the lyrics to a song - more easily, even. "Draco." Ladon. She knew his true name. For a moment she didn't want to continue, but she swallowed something down. "Auriga. Taurus. Cassiopeia." She whispered them in reverence, a litany to those she had known personally. Yet she saw one constellation shining amongst them...her lips pursed. "Orion."<br><br>

No. He didn't deserve to be there. But she would never go to disobey the words of her Lady, and so her eyes lowered to the camp around her, the silvery forms of tents in clusters along their campground. It had been a good Hunt today, she reflected. They had achieved in the goal of hunting their quarry down. In the evening they'd set up camp and had their food amongst the falcons and the wolves. Their luminous eyes were amber in the fading embers of the campfire still where they roamed around the perimeter, and overhead the wings of the birds of prey rustled along with the leaves. Now it was a moment of peace, of calm amid the trials and tribulations of the day. Some tents were already dark with girls already heading in for the night; others hosted dim shadows, incoherent shapes through the material. <br><br>

A minute smile crossed her face, private and only for the Hunters to see. It was always a good Hunt today. And yesterday. And tomorrow. And onwards, into the future. <br><br>

And some girls were yet to realise that. Her eyes crossed the tents. Violet was the latest recruit. If she had been anyone other than a Hunter, one of Artemis' chosen few, Zoë would've maybe not noticed her at all. She seemed quiet, withdrawn from the rest. Time ran differently for the Hunters, being immortal and travelling as they did, but Zoë was able to keep track and could gauge she had been a Hunter for maybe a week or two now. <br><br>

But the Hunter was curious about her. That Violet had the ability to turn invisible was a valuable trait, and one that could naturally prove useful in the Hunt. But beyond that? She was an unknown in the eyes of the others, in the eyes of Zoë herself. Even the source of her powers, and if she had a godly parent at all, were the knowledge of Artemis and only Artemis. Zoë, out of both love and duty, would never press her Lady as to why. Regardless, it was true that Violet kept to herself, from what the rest of them could tell, and seemed very shy. But they didn't do unknowns or shyness - not in the Hunters. Maybe that was how they did it in Camp Half Blood, that chaos of divine blood clashing in so many ways, that mixture of girls and boys but that wasn't how they did it here. Not among the girls. Not under the stars. Everyone knew each other here, but Violet remained a dark horse. <br><br>

The others were safe here, and there was nothing to fear when their Lady was with them. Perhaps it was time to get to know this Violet. Zoë wasn't sure where the other girl had pitched her tent and so walked among them softly. Her bow nestled on her back with her quiver of arrows, but the load could have been nothing for the way she stepped between pitched tents and the debris of their campground. <br><br>

"Violet," she called, looking over the heads of the other Hunters. The Hesperid raised her voice by a degree - just enough to be heard, not enough to wake anyone. Somewhere an owl hooted. "Violet?" <br><br>
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<div class="topb"> The leaves bent under the cascade of rainfall, pooling over into the moist dirt below. Zoë's hands skimmed across the lush foliage, feeling the cool moisture slip her skin. <br><br>

The gentle patter of rain was soothing, but not soothing enough. <br><br>

The sleek, smooth wood of her bow fitted into her other hand, firm yet supple and almost perfectly fitting into the reach of her fingers. She had clung onto it so tightly that if she had lost it, against her will, it would've been the final straw. It was the only thing linking her to the world she had once known, the Hunters...Artemis. But rather than being the reassuring weight in her hand, like an extension of her arm, her nails dug into the sanded wood. <br><br>

Artemis had told her of the Underworld, how Hades had been banished there and how he kept it a place of darkness and despair. She hadn't thought of that, not when in her lady's arms, staring glassily up at all of the people she had never expected to miss as she lay dying and not seeing the Hunter who would never come home. She hadn't even thought about the Underworld when she'd first arrived, not really, not when she was searching the grey and empty faces for Bianca di Angelo. But when she was alone? When she realised this was it? <br><br>

This had to be another level of the Underworld - the realm and the god that ruled it twisting her perception. It had first looked like a random town in the middle of nowhere, and Zoë couldn't get a straight answer out of people as to why this was. But a forest through some sort of window? She didn't trust it. She didn't trust anything, not right now, not even the familiar feeling of being around nature, somewhere unspoilt by the humans and their activities. This was the Underworld. Blue sky or red, she didn't trust what she saw or heard - not when she knew of the strange and unusual punishments could take place here. <br><br>

Her footsteps were quiet, almost utterly silent, through the undergrowth as she walked. Punishments. Because she'd let a Hunter die on her watch. <br><br>

I am getting old. <br><br>

And wouldn't grow any older, not here. But just because she was dead didn't mean Zoë was automatically in the clear, safe from all future harm. And as she walked she looked around, her dark eyes crisscrossing over the landscape for any signs of movement. Dimly she could hear the same noises she'd begun to associate with cars and roads, but she couldn't see any - and it was doubtful it would be anything normal like cars. She snorted, despite her need to be silent - despite her attempts at keeping quiet. Normal. Cars would never be normal, not to her. Not when she had lived in a world, hundreds of little worlds one after the other, that had never used the inventions. Modernity just didn't cut it. And this forest? This was how the world should've been, how the world should be even now. <br><br>

If it were real. If it were anything other than some other part of the Underworld, another level in a dungeon she would never escape. <br><br>

There was suddenly a snap of twigs underfoot and Zoë turned around with a sudden sharpness like a viper. Quick as a flash her bow was up and an arrow nestled in the arrow rest, the bowstring tight and drawn back, quivering in place. She looked around, her eyes hard - yet fear shot through her veins. She'd wondered where Tartarus was....maybe she'd found it. <br><br>
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<h3>seventeen . zoë . percy jackson. yara shahidi . mysterious islands/underworld? </h3>
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<h2>Personality</h2>
Zoë at first comes across as a tough leader of the Hunters, the all-female band of adventurers who the goddess Artemis. She’s by far the oldest of them all and she became their natural leader - and with leadership comes responsibilities. She grew up from a young, impressionistic girl into a steady second in command, responsible and not suffering fools. Outwardly she was always very businesslike, primed to protect her sisters at any moment.
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Inwardly? She loved, and still loves, Artemis. Artemis was the one to see her for herself, and not as a Hesperid - not as just another daughter, just another sister, or even the offspring of a titan. For that Zoë was willing to give her life for Artemis and did, in fact. She still regards the goddess as her closest friend and is loyal to both Artemis and her friends. She's actually very emotional and her loyalty is one of her best qualities, but it does mean that she is more likely to take silly risks and is often blinded by her singular, almost dog-like loyalty towards those she loves. She can be, and has been, sacrificial in saving others.
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This loyalty can also result in a narrow-mindedness about other things, too. Zoë spent a long time with the Hunters and over time she became more narrow minded about boys and men especially. She also took a disliking to Aphrodite and her daughters, seeing them as foolish and vapid with nothing in between their ears. She's better than she once was, and her death was around both boys and girls both. Although prideful and sometimes cold, Zoë realised the error of her ways and soon grew more accepting.
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Despite hunting down most of the wild animals in the world Zoë also cares deeply about nature, and the state of nature under man's rule. With Artemis she could replenish anything she used to hunt, but mankind's damage, in her view, is not so irreversible and proof of the folly of mankind. She cares about the wild places in the world, in her own words, and is a keen astrologer - as she remembers all those whose likenesses were placed in the sky, and holds a deep respect to the monsters she herself has encountered - and was distraught to find the stars were disappearing thanks to the humans’ light pollution. To her they always symbolised the Garden of her youth, too.
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Zoë, though, has never been on her own. She's a curious mix of independent but also very cultish, liking to identify with a group of people and stick with them instead of striking by herself. She's never had to live on her own and has always gravitated towards groups. This might be because of her big family to start off with and the sisters she always used to live with - and the sisters she never got back - but she's always been most comfortable in groups, like the very wolves that trail behind the Hunters on their many quests. Being alone in Storybrooke is going to be interesting for the ex-Hunter.
<h2>Powers/Abilities</h2>
Zoë isn't actually human and is in fact a kind of nymph because she's the child of Atlas. However she doesn't get any strengths from her heritage and has the same limitations as a human. Since she died and came back to life via the Underworld her immortality was stripped from her because she is no longer a Hunter of Artemis. For this reason Zoë remains as mortal as she was to begin with and does not hold any supernatural or magical powers. Although she is much older than her physical age of seventeen mentally due to her time with Artemis, she will age normally as if she had never become a Hunter.
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That said, after years of practising with the bow Zoë is a skilled archer. This is easily her weapon of choice and she still hunts with the silvery bow that was given to her by Artemis herself. Her shooting is obviously not perfect, but she was the best archer in the Hunters and has experience with hunting down many monstrous foes, including both animals in our world and the Greek monsters of her realm.
<h2>History</h2>
Zoë’s story begins in the Garden of the Hesperides. Her mother was the sea goddess Pleoine, her father the titan Atlas - an unusual pairing, although by far the most normal as Ancient Greek marriages go. Her titan father was the titan who held up the sky. Zoe had five sisters and together they were known as the Hesperides - the nymphs of the sunset and of the evening. It was a fitting title, as their garden always existed in a state of twilight and night and the only entrance into the garden was just during the time the sun set.
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And there was a good reason for the garden’s secrecy. The Garden of the Hesperides had a very special treasure - the tree that Zeus gave Hera, his immortal divine wife, as a wedding present when they married. It grew the golden apples, the famous fruit that both monster and hero alike wanted for himself. But the garden had one more barrier, separate to that of the affinity for the sunset and the door that only opened during that time of the day. There was a huge golden dragon named Ladon who lived at the bottom of the tree, and who would kill anyone bar his family who grew too close to his hoard.
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Despite this marvel growing literally in her back garden, Zoë had a happy childhood - and one certainly happier than most people in Ancient Greece. She neither got in trouble with the gods nor touched anything she shouldn’t have done. She didn’t have any fatal flaws nor any opportunity to fall to her death because of these. Her childhood was very, very different. She got on well with her siblings, for the most part, although there were of course the odd divisions.
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She herself was…a little different. Unlike the other girls, whose alligiance just towards that of the tree and the dragon guarding it, Zoë’s head was turned easily by the world beyond the garden. That there was one was obvious; the dragon itself was a guard dog against whoever lived in the outside world. But beyond that her own mother, at one point, left her daughters and her husband to return to the sea soon after bearing her children. Her children were distraught and often Zoë and her sisters tried to find what had happened to their mother, but their father Atlas made the topic forbidden. Apparently even minor goddesses were told not to wed a titan, let alone have children with him. Atlas himself was being punished for his involvement in the rebellion against Zeus at the time. As the right hand man and the general to the leader of the Titans, Kronos, he was imprisoned beyond the garden his own daughters tended to.
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There might have been other reasons, too, but Zoë herself never got to the bottom of why her mother left. All she knew was that there was a land outside of hers. That the gods could intrude in her fragile little world was terrifying but awe-inspiring too. And she understood, dimly, that her father had done wrong. She hated to see him in pain, but her relationship with her father was complex - and she was far more at home with her sisters than she ever was with him. She was especially close to her sister Calypso, the same Calypso who would live alone on Ogygia years later. Both girls, it would seem, had fates that led beyond the garden.
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…But not yet. And time went on. She used to feed Ladon the dragon by hand with lambs meat, alongside tending the flowers of the garden, singing with her sisters and the other duties the Hesperides took on as their part of keeping the garden going. Nothing really happened in the garden, but she stayed, safe in the knowledge that surely Zeus and Hera would reward the Hesperides for their efforts to protect the wedding gift of the apples. It was an dazzling place to grow up. The garden was beautiful, famed for its silver flowers and the ripple of the grass under a sky blazing with red streaks like blood. Yet she wondered about the outside world all the time. Wisely, she kept her thoughts to herself.
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So it came as a surprise for all when it was found that Hercules, son of Zeus, had stolen one of the golden apples…and little Zoë, harmless little Zoë, had helped him.
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She loved Hercules the moment he stepped into her garden, and she was the first one to approach him, curious and naive. He was strong and noble and brave, and little Zoë found herself regaled by his tales of the previous labours he had been given to achieve. And he had so many stories - the Nemean Lion, the Golden Hind of Artemis, the Erymanthian Boar. She had totally, in her mind, fallen in love. And he loved her, of course! When her father cruelly stopped Hercules from getting hold of one of the golden apples Zoë was sure there was something she could do to help this brave hero. Hercules had tried to take on Ladon, but he was too strong - and Zoë knew the only way he could defeat both the dragon and her father. She gave Hercules her magical hair pin, which transformed into the celestial bronze sword Anaklusmos. She knew her sisters would disown her when they found out, but Hercules would protect her, wouldn't he?
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She'd never admit it, but he broke her heart the day he took the credit for her plan. Zoë wanted to go with Hercules, but he refused her, going off his own way as soon as he had used her to complete his eleventh labour. And the Hesperides? They disowned her, just as Zoë thought they would. Her mother too, disowned her from afar - leading to the naiads of the water distrusting her. But it was more than that. She was instantly exiled. Bitter, betrayed and disillusioned, she had no idea where to go...until Artemis came and invited her to become one of the Hunters: an elite group of all female warriors, the handmaidens and soldiers in arms with Artemis herself. At first the young ex-Hesperid was nervous about the goddess, knowing about how the gods had turned against her father. But Artemis was the first person to see her as a person, not just as one of the Hesperides or just one of many. She was just Zoë in Artemis' eyes, and the young girl soon found a friend in Artemis. She couldn't believe that any Olympian could be so kind. They were so similar, taking to each other as sisters in everything apart from blood. Theirs became a strong friendship - and a bond that would truly last eons.
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Soon enough she found herself saying the words, ’I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis, I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood and join the hunt…’
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And in truth Zoë needed very little encouragement. There had only been two males in her life - Hercules the traitor and Atlas, the father who had done the Olympians wrong and had done her precious Artemis wrong (he stolen her golden hind, remember - and it was only now that she realised what that meant) - and it was second nature for her to see men as different and not worthy to join the Hunters. When she was out hunting with Artemis, she went after the creatures Hercules had slain first time round with a new vigour, almost as if to get back at her first love and to show him that she was better in almost every respect. Trusted by their goddess she led the other girls in Artemis' absence during the day, hunting down creatures but honouring them for the lives they lost, and helped to run their camps whenever they stopped for the night under the stars.
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But it was more than that. It was fun. Fun and brilliant and awe-inspiring and breathtaking, all at once. But as Zoë's happiness grew so did her spite and her pride. She began to think of only herself and the Hunters, growing more and more disdain over the years for the outside world - and for men and boys especially. They had been the root of all of her problems. And she had a place amongst the Hunters - and a new name, too. Zoë had never had a last name before, but over the years began to be known as Nightshade, as a reference to her lineage as a nymph of the evening but also her tendency to blend into the shadows and her beauty, with the other name of nightshade being the belladonna. Together with her sisters she hunted down not just beasts but people like Orion - anyone who disrespected Artemis was an enemy. She also didn't like those who let down the Hunt by not joining them, such as Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus.
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Of course Zoë grew no older than seventeen. She saw new sisters join the Hunt and then fall in battle, and each death made her more and more of a leader, determined to protect her tribe and her group. Zoë didn't like the new world at all - its pointless wars, the horrors with each passing century. She found leadership difficult at first, but her exterior began to harden with each sister fallen. Perhaps in Artemis' eyes she had become too responsible, too serious. But internally, among her sisters, Zoë let a little vulnerability show. They were her adopted family and she would trust them in everything...including saving the goddess they all loved and adored.
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When Artemis was kidnapped by Kronos' rising army, Zoë was the first to speak up and to say they had to find her - no matter the cost. After receiving a nightmare of what her goddess was going through Zoë was increasingly frustrated by the demigods at Camp Half-Blood. What were they doing, deciding who was going on a quest? Surely it was her and the Hunters, and no one else! After much arguing the final team was brought together, with boys invited - much to her distaste. She herself brought along young promising Bianca di Angelo, the young demigod discovered in the snowy mountains at the start of this adventure. The prophecy issued for this quest allowed that much.
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But the prophecy also said more. Two of their company would die, one in a land without rain and one by a parent's hand. Zoë was nervous, knowing that this was more dangerous than anything they had ever faced before. But for Artemis? They'd have to try.
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What followed was a series of adventures that led the questing group across America. It included lots of spats between herself and that blasted girl Thalia Grace, but Zoë was always thinking ahead - to what awaited them in Mount Tamalpais. Her father was the mysterious General of Kronos' forces, she knew - of course he would be, because he had been the general before so many years previously. And the prophecy? That would come to pass. She had heard enough to know they would. Zoë knew how angry her father was with her betrayal. The satyr's parents didn't matter, and the demigod's parents were not so likely to kill their children as they were in the ancient times. No. It was her, she was sure of it...but there was nothing she could do. Between Artemis and herself she would choose Artemis every time. So she kept her head up, got on with the quest and counted the days until she saw her goddess again, and the inevitable last days of her life. It had to happen. She...she just had to see this through, whatever the cost.
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In fact she relied on Bianca to survive. Zoë began to have...thoughts about who was her divine parent, but she was a strong demigod no matter which immortal line she came from. And she would have to be the next lieutenant of Artemis. Zoë knew she wasn't the first lieutenant and confidante of the goddess Artemis, and her time was growing close. Bianca had to learn the ways of the leader of the Hunters.
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So when Bianca...when Bianca passed, in the most terrifying way imaginable - she was a girl! A girl! So young, too young - Zoë had doubts. Along with the crushing guilt that followed bringing such a young Hunter with her, that she had endangered one of her own, Zoë knew there was no one to replace her. But she had to continue. They were too close to the old Garden to turn back. One did die by a parent's hand, just as Zoë thought she would. She died at the hands of her father Atlas and, in memory of her service to Artemis, her image was placed in the sky in the form of a new constellation - the Huntress.
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Zoë found herself in the Underworld. But before she could stay very long she was sucked into a portal towards Storybrooke.
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