I do not own the Rick Riordan series, nor the Hunters of Artemis. If I did, Bianca would've lived.

Slipping my leather jacket on, I smiled at the others who had joined me at breakfast. We had just set up camp, clutching our weapons by our sides. As we ate, my eyes drifted over the new arrivals we had had.
"Hey, Ali, get me some sausages, will you?" Diana asked from across the table. That's me, by the way, Ali - Ali Osmand. Short for Alison, but no-one calls me that unless they want to be stabbed rather brutally.

I have dark brown hair, which cascades down my back in a high ponytail, reaching about the middle of my spine, bright blue eyes, high cheekbones and a tendency of wearing leather jackets and skinny jeans - which I suppose you could call good-looking, if you're worried about that kind of thing. I, for one, am not. I gave up beauty when I joined the hunt, which was over fifty years ago.

Now don't get me wrong - I don't look at all like I am fifty, I am stuck at the age of fourteen, the age of most maidens who join the Hunt. We gain immortality by becoming Artemis's handmaidens - basically, hunting without the aid of the useless men who walk this realm. We gained the rights for women to vote, though people 'officially' called us the Suffragettes after we were named that in a newspaper. Some of our maidens included Boudicca - who poisoned herself in order to not let anyone torture her for word of the Grecians - you probably got the wrong end of the stick in your history books. Heh, I don't blame you.

By becoming a Hunter we have to give up men entirely, at the gift of immortality, unless we break our oath to virginity or die in battle, which is highly unlikely - though I was there when Zoë Nightshade was killed by Atlas, in battle; though she was not forgotten by anyone. She is a constellation in the sky now, a gift from Artemis in one of her most loyal handmaiden's last moments. They say that the fault of her death is that of Percy Jackson's doing, though one of our newest arrivals - Thalia Grace - tells us otherwise. Or rather, shouts us otherwise. She seems rather protective of the place she came from, which is odd, seeing as most of our arrivals are used to leaving their families and friends behind.

We don't tend to dwell much on history, nor language, seeing as when we do it changes. Just the other day Thalia uttered the word 'Yolo' and I am still unsure of what she meant by saying that. They use stronger language here, using Zeus's name in wrong terms and swearing on the River Styx for pitiful terms, like swearing that they did not pass wind when it was so obvious they did. Television has grown so largely - and apparently the Queen of England is still going strong, which is a surprise, for she is surely not immortal - the years haven't been as kind to her as they have been to us, and I am only the second youngest here, after Miss Grace of course.

As I looked over the table, my smile deepened in its kindness. The look of all the other Hunters eating was a nice one, and as I passed a sausage over to Diana I took over her looks.
Diana was a pretty girl, with a crooked smile and light grey eyes that flickered softly. Her cheeks and the bridge of her nose were dotted with freckles. Soft, dirty-blonde hair brushed her shoulder blades, and she had luscious and full lips, which curved into a smile as I passed her her meat. Her looks, and the way she spoke, proved that she was a worthy example of an Athenian child - and she looked like a child, too. Her frame was small but muscular, with pretty eyes that hid secrets behind them. Some of the darkest secrets, that she hadn't even told her closest friends, nor our matron, Artemis, who sat beside me.
When she had taken the seat beside me, I admit that I was rather flustered. Artemis gave off an aura that made us feel so much stronger than we actually were, though it didn't make sense to me - for why would she make us think we could do more than was possible?
When I had asked her this, she gave me this smile, that made me feel ten years old again, asking a teacher to go the bathroom. "One day, you'll understand." Was all she said, with a small smile as we readied to run off, to start hunting a manticore that had gotten loose.

As I stared over all of my fellow Huntresses, there was a rustle in the bushes, and I sprang up, running out of the tent through the small gap it provided as a sort of door. Where I had heard something rustle, a girl in a purple shirt lay on the ground, her eyes looking up at me, opening and closing her mouth.
"My lady!" I shouted for the Goddess, as I crouched beside the young demigod, pulling her up into a sitting position while she seemed to struggle for her breath.
"H-Huntresses of Diana?" She asked, as if in a state of trance.
"No, darling. Artemis. We have a girl named Diana here, if you got a bit confused.." Though I trailed off as I saw the look on the girl's face, until Artemis stepped out of the tent, looking over us and nodding softly.
"She is correct, Ali," Was what the goddess said, before seeming to switch into a Roman attire, before sitting beside me, looking the girl in the eye. "Now, maiden, what is it that troubles you?"
"We thought.. We thought you may have seen Jason Grace. We haven't seen him anywh-" And this time, it was the girl's voice that was cut off as Thalia looked at her, eye twitching.
"J-Jason.. Grace?"