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"Log of a Sarcastic Demigod Among the Stars" will basically be told from the recorded log of everyone's favorite sarcastic son of the sea, Percy Jackson, who has lived for almost 500 years.
It will be a few "entries" before Percy reaches the "Galaxy Far, Far Away."
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Percy's Log: Entry No. 21, 879, Day 4, Canadian Wilderness
[Click, Buzz, Crackle, Static]
Date: September 18, 2483
Location: I'm still in the woods
Here is Percy Jackson, still exploring the Canadian forest in search of some clue, while the sky fills with gray clouds. Fourth day of this search for Artemis, Apollo and Hermes... and frankly... my patience is scarcer than a demigod's wallet and drachma reserve after a trip to Las Vegas.
Despite my centuries of experience dealing with Olympic shenanigans, I almost reached my limit the night before and I would like to say that it was because of some new stupidity of the gods or some other deity wanting to conquer the world or destroy it, but no... it was something else.
The hunters are back in action. Misandria, your name is The Hunters of Artemis.
I swear that if I have to deal with another passive-aggressive comment about my "lack of feminine intuition" or I'll a more thinly veiled accusation that I'm somehow responsible for Artemis's disappearance, I'm going to unleash a wave of sarcasm that will flood the entire forest or give them an express trip to a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific. Seriously, what's wrong with these girls?
Huntresses may be Artemis's loyal companions, but many of them are often insufferable and unbearable brats, who do not help at all. As soon as this quartet of hunters acquired their usual attitude of superiority they seemed to have taken a particularly and very grossly misandric turn the darker yesterday got. I saw the cycles of the hunters' attitudes change, from relatively pseudo-reasonable to downright belligerent, and that was not tied to some strange and inexplicable power.
I can't help but remember the disastrous hunting groups of the 2020s and 2250s. Artemis's recruitment back then had become.... Let's say: uncontrolled and senseless, to say the least. But in those years the hunters had become a strange mix of militant eco-warriors and radical feminists, and over time they had become so unbearable that not even Artemis could stand their antics. And that says a lot!.
The memory makes me shudder and I pray to Chaos that he does not allow them to return to being radical in the style of the 'end times'.
I really don't know how Thalía and Reyna put up with them without killing a single one of them. At least those kinds of hunters didn't last long in this world and this kind of life. And yes, I know how bad it sounds.
At least luck smiled on me, even if it was rude and that was because the four Artemis hunters I had met the day before, disappeared for some point in the night after I fell asleep, without saying a word.
I've had enough interactions with these types of hunters over the course of my five centuries of life to know that some of them can become too 'enthusiastic'. I would like to say that they are like a horde of vigilante wasps that hold a grudge against the entire male population, but I think the description would be more like a school of hungry white sharks eager for blood. Sometimes I wonder if some of them haven't considered that getting rid of the entire human race would be easier.
Chaos, I sometimes wonder how they haven't made the wrong god or guy angry, one that would really give them reason to fear or hate the other gender. Although perhaps that has to do with the huntresses staying in Greco-Roman territory, because I have little doubt that if they tried to hunt a being like Yamata-no-Orochi, the dragon goddess Tiamat, Fenrir the giant god-eating wolf, the world serpent known as Jörmungander or the trickster Sun Wukong.
Well... we would have to organize a mass funeral, because I don't think they can survive an encounter against those beings and I doubt that despite the fact that Artemis is a goddess, she can reform herself in Tartarus if she dies at the hands of beings of that caliber.
… Anyway, let's go back to the present. I've been searching all day for any traces or clues I took to Artemis, and it seems I finally found it when night almost fell. It's a trail that seems to have been erased, but it's better than nothing because it's not a trail left by an animal...
[Static, Click]
[End of log entry.]
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Percy's Log: Entry No. 21, 880, Day 5, A Clue at Last
[Click, Buzz, Crackle, Static]
Date: September 19, 2483
Location: I'm still in the Canadian woods
I think I just found something interesting. I followed the blurry trail I found, which led me to a deeper part of the forest that doesn't seem to have been visited by humans in too long.
There I found an arrow that I think is from Artemis, because it is bright silver and not golden like the ones of Apollo, it also has that slight trace of divine power in it, checking the area I think there was a brief fight or an ambush a while ago due to cuts in some trees, some of which were knocked down by brute force and others because something hit or cut the side of the trunks.
But who could ambush a goddess of the hunt?
It would have to be someone or something more skilled, cunning and/or powerful, although it could also be that like many gods I have met is that comfort, complacency has weakened Artemis, also for neglecting her divine domains, as well as following the same routine, staying with what the gods already know and several other things. I mean, after all, Demeter, Persephone, and other deities linked to flora and fauna almost lost their power and divinity in the middle of the twenty-second century before humanity took seriously the pollution of the planet and sought to fix it, no matter how hard those deities try to deny it or refuse to accept that they came close to becoming mortal or vanishing.
Anyway, I'm using several of the tricks I know to find out what happened here, but whoever is responsible seems like they were determined to erase any trace of their essence or aura, because I've already used all the Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Norse and Celtic spells I know, and now I'm starting to use the Slavic ones...
[Static, Click]
[End of log entry.]
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