1. Bane of the Huntress part 1


    Date: 2/27/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Death, Monster, Author: SonofArtemis, Rating: 70, Source: sexstories.com

    taught me everything he knew. From shooting to stringing to actually making on and taking care of it. Monster problems began in grade school. I noticed creatures prowling the halls that the other kids didn't seem to care about. Like any other demigod, I was ADD and had trouble in school. By second grade, monsters were actually visiting our house and my dad told me that I had to go to a special place that he called camp. When we got to camp, all I could see was the woods. I turned to my dad and said, "There is nothing here." We walked a bit further and tben I saw a sign that read "Camp Half Blood." My dad said that was far as he could go and said he wouldn't see me for a while. When he walked back to the car I could see tears in his eye.What happened next was the source of my nightmares for years on end. When he got into the car, a beast walked out of the woods on the other side of the road. It loked exactly as my dad had described it. Like a rhino with a golden horn and ugly grey wings. Stepping up to the car, It dug it's horn underneat it and flung it far away. Seconds later I heard the explosion. With tears in ...
    my eyes I screamed at the best and wished I had a weapon to attack it with. I looked down at my hands and, to my utter amazment, there was a silver bow in my hands I felt my necklace get heavier and felt behind me and found a quiver of arrows. I grabbed an arrow, knelt down, and shot the beast in the back as it turned away. That of course only made it mad. Turning at me and roaring, it charged. I shot another arrow and this time it seemed to do damage as it dug into his eye. I quickly dove out of the way as the beast slammed into a very large tree. With it's horn stuck in the wood I shakily stood up and stood up and shot arrow after arrow, screaming with every one stuck in it's hide. Shaken up from the reality of what just happened, I collapsed on the ground, barely conscious of the people swarming around me and lifting me up. As I entered the camp being carried, I felt the bow and quiver shrink back into the armband and necklace, and my only thought, was that I had finally found a real use for the gifts my mom gave me. Sorry this is so short. I had to set up the story and this is all I wanted to write for his ch.
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