Artemis's Punishment (Nymph TFTG)
The spring air smelled sweet as the young hunter stepped over a fallen branch, leather sandals making little noise as he crept forward, his bow drawn. He was drawn to this forest, as if the fates had bid him to this place. Beside him, his hunting hounds, Acras and Laelaps, followed him as he searched through the trees for his prey.
Athos was no novice. Born in Thebes, and trained in the art of hunting by many of his father's teachers, he had boasted, drunkenly, that he could best the hunting skills of Artemis herself. And that was exactly what he had sent out to do.
The slim oak trees were in full leaf, green buds and sprouts, and birds flew between the branches. The hounds sniffed the air, searching for deer or other prey, grey ears swiveling to catch the sounds of the forest. The woods, as beautiful and vibrant as they were, were devoid of human life. No roads or cities claimed this land, no farmers fields or houses. Those who ventured to this place had yet to return.
One of the houn
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