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<div class="topb">Zoë sat on the bench cross-legged. On one side lay the raw wooden bolts, the fletchings made up of feathers and the tipped arrowtips themselves, dull and matte in the sunlight. On the other lay a few fashioned arrows, and their tips, shined to a polish, glinted with a razor edge. She was sharpening a tip now, the beginnings of the next arrow lying in her lap. The blade made a light scraping noise over the stone. <br><br>

Granted, sitting where she was in the park - it wasn't the best place to make weapons, but as a huntress the Hunt had always been on the move. She'd made it her life following Artemis and the trail from monster to monster, landing them straight in Tartarus one by one, and she had soon got used to the constant travel, to sleeping every night under different skies. It had become usual for her to do maintenance like this in the middle of a field, a valley, in a cave; wherever they could get shelter for the night. The park reminded her of the nature she'd always been surrounded in. It didn't seem odd now; in fact what seemed odd to her was having to live in a house. <br><br>

Zoë exhaled sharply. A house. She honestly hadn't resembled in anything near a house since the cabin in Camp Half Blood, and even that had felt strange. There had been talk of a hotel but she'd tried to stay away from those, sleeping under the stars when she could. It was soothing, even if there wasn't the sound of a dozen other girls in tents around her because there were no Hunters here. None. The Hesperid hated doing nothing, and at least this seemed like a way to spend the time, but even the arrows reminded her of that. This place could take people from all over, so it seemed, and yet there still were none of her own girls here, none of her own people. Zoë had never been alone before, not really. Not truly alone, not like this. There was no one here. Not a single past lieutenant, not a single Huntress, not even her lady - <br><br>

The very thought made her hand slip and the blade of the knife cut into her skin. She cried out a little, instantly putting the knife down and wincing in pain. She looked it over. It was a smallish cut and nothing life threatening by any degree, but it was still a little shock and she looked around her, instinctively reaching out for her pack - the backpack all of the huntresses had. But of course hers wasn't anywhere to be seen. She muttered an Ancient Greek curse under her breath. <br><br>
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<div class="tolyr1">a girl with a bow</div>
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<div class="topb">She'd avoided this part of the forest before now. <br><br>

This seemed to be the only wild place in Storybrooke, the only place that wasn't covered in tarmac and pavement and road and white picket fences. The town wasn't as aggressively modern as Zoë had expected it to be - as the whole world seemed to be, with glaringly bright lights and the steady hum of electricity - but it was still too domesticated for her, too caging. But the nature around the town, in contrast...she had come into this land through the woods and had become attached to it, gravitating to it as the only place that looked vaguely like home. In the few short days she'd been here she'd spanned its entire length, exploring it, going over the ground in a bid to familiarise herself. <br><br>

And her verdict? The huntress had to say she was disappointed. When she had first seen it the Hesperid had expected a much bigger forest, one that stretched acres and acres like she was used to. That it was a decent sized forest wasn't a complete letdown, but she could only go so far, only walk up to a certain point - where the town boundary line was, where Storybrooke was cut off from the outside world. That limited her wandering considerably, and there didn't seem to be any weak spot from what she could tell - and certainly none that as a mere mortal she could even try to tackle. Maybe as a huntress she could have tried, and with help from Artemis and the other hunters they could attempt to find a way though or just get a dent in it, but not now. She was caught in a tiny sphere, like one of those tiny worlds they sold in gift shops - snow globes. <br><br>

But there was one place she hadn't gone, despite the fact that avoidance had limited the areas she could roam even further. There was one place she didn't go, because she heard the rush of running water and saw the flecks of spit and spray. That surely could only mean one thing. Zoë's world had been full of the water spirits who attended to rivers, to ponds, to pools of fresh water; it seemed unquestionable that to her there would be another naiad here. Crouched as she was amid the undergrowth by the bridge, she squinted at the river itself. There was no sign right now, but she was determined not to be taken by surprise. <br><br>

Naiads. They had always hated her - all of them. They have long memories. Too long, and they were all too loyal to her mother. It was through them that Zoë knew her mother - Pleione, one of the minor ocean goddesses - still didn't forgive her for abandoning her sisters back home in the Garden. She wondered whether these ones knew in some way, or if they were different to the ones she knew. Just as the thought crossed her mind the water seemed to ripple in some way, a tiny splash across the water. She leapt up, grabbing her bow and aiming it as quick as a flash. <br><br>

Better safe than sorry. <br><br>
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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="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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