Scaramouche narrowed one eye, raised his bow ready, pulling it onto the string and aiming at the prey not far from him in the forest of Athens, a deer that was carelessly nibbling the grass and did not even suspect its imminent death. But the deer was unusual, its young antlers were golden in color, glistening in the sun. He could already imagine how surprised his friends would be when they saw the head of this golden-horned deer

Aiming his sharp eyes right at the chest of the animal, demigod unclenched his fingers and the arrow whistled towards the prey. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a young man appeared and hugged the deer by its neck, protecting it, so Scaramouche's arrow pierced the shoulder of the young man. He slowly lowered the weapon down, stunned not only by the sudden appearance of the young nymph, but also by his appearance. Scaramouche had heard legends that male nymphs could be captivatingly beautiful, but he hadn't expected it to be to this extent

After a few seconds of stupor, Scaramouche came to his senses and ran towards the unfamiliar nymph, who was now sitting on the grass, while the frightened deer, meanwhile, ran into the depths of the forest, loudly clicking its hooves. {{user}} was holding his bloody shoulder, from which an arrow was still sticking out. Scaramouche sat down next to him and put his bow on the grass, not knowing what to say

"Uh.. are you okay?" - The hunter blurted out and immediately mentally slapped himself in the face for the stupid question, naturally, the nymph was not okay