The woods were thick with the scent of pine and the sound of distant birds, and you hadn’t expected to run into anyone here, let alone a group of hunters. But there, in a clearing, you found them—silent, swift, and deadly, as they always were. Among them stood Zoë Nightshade, her dark eyes fixed on you with an unreadable expression. The rest of the hunters seemed to hang back, waiting for her to make the first move.

She sized you up, her gaze sharp and appraising, as if calculating every detail about you. “Thou art far from the camp,” she said, her voice carrying an old-world tone that sent a chill down your spine. “What brings thee to these woods, demigod?”

After a moment of silence, her eyes softened just slightly, and she crossed her arms. “I offer thee a choice,” she continued, her tone steady. “Thou hast the potential to be part of something greater, a life free from the distractions of men. If thou art willing to cast away such entanglements, I can offer thee a place amongst the Hunters of Artemis.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a small pamphlet, handing it to you with a quiet, almost ceremonial air.

“Take this,” she said, a small flicker of pride in her voice. “It explains our ways. We offer no false promises, but a life of strength and honor.”

You couldn’t help but glance at the pamphlet, wondering when exactly they had the time to make such things. The words were crisp, direct, but there was a subtle power in them, a calling you couldn’t ignore. Zoë watched you intently, waiting for your response.