Snow Archer (Percy Jackson FanFic))

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Guess his parentage. There are hints in the story below. Careful though, I also threw in dead end clues to trip you up.

Good Luck.

Just the Prologue. It's gonna be short.

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Swish! Thunk!

Swish! Thunk!

Knocking another arrow, Erik Fotia let out a slow breath as he pulled it back against the string of his bow, his fingers carefully keeping the tail in place as he took aim. Sweat dripped from the ends of his fluffy black hair, sliding down the sides of his face before soaking into midnight colored tshirt. Light blue eyes stared ahead, looking at a target only he could see, beyond the one that stood prominently in front of him, spray painted on a tree. At that moment, a nuke could've gone off and his concentration wouldn't have broke, bright hues narrowed in on the place he wanted to send the arrow.

Whoosh! The arrow disappeared from the youths had, rocketing forward into the sea of trees.

Lowering the bow, Erik smiled and nodded his head, feeling somewhat pleased with himself. There was very few things in the world more satisfying then finally getting a hang of a brand new skill.

"Well done. Very well done indeed." A congratulations followed by rounds of applause caused the youth to look to his right, of where two females stood, grins on their faces. "And it only took you a whole five hours to accomplish what took us five years."

Erik rolled his eyes, completely ignoring the self-deprecating humor as he firmly reattached the bow to his back, locking it in place. He didn't bother to go around to collect the two hundred plus arrows he had shot that day, resolving to get up early the next morning to fetch them instead. At that particular moment, all he really wanted to do was take a long scalding shower, eat a piping hot dinner, and fall asleep to some Cartoon Network. Going around and yanking the plethora of arrows buried in the trees didn't seem nearly as interesting as any of those.

"Have I really been out here for five hours, Pags?" Erik asked as he strolled up to the two of them, a thoughtful look on his face. "Pretty sure it's actually been eight. The sun is nearly set."

Pagonia Fotia immediately held up her hands in surrender, a look of acceptance appearing over her visage. "My apologies, I didn't mean to upset you my lord. I was foolish to believe that my estimation of the time elapsed could compare to your own. It was a treasonous act to even CONSIDER that I might be remotely correct in my assessment and I humbly request your utmost forgiveness. If you shall will it, Ill behead myself so as to restore your honor and reputation. I was out of line. Arrogant and unthinking. That I might stand on the same plane as the one and only Emperor Erik is foolhar-"

"So, what y'all been up to?" Erik asked, turning to the other female, completely disregarding what Pagonia was saying. "Studying I'm assuming?"

"Pretty much," Chioni Fotia readily replied, holding back a laugh. "Had to get this idiot up to par with the some Geometry and such. It wasn't an easy task as you might imagine."

"Don't ignore me," Pagonia objected, a frown on her face. "I was just getting to the good part."

"Which part," Chioni asked curiously, light blue eyes, the same color as Erik's, filled with amusement. "The part where you stopped talking?"

"The part where I got down on one knee and professed my love for the emperor." Pagonia dramatically closed her eyes and held out her hand, chin pointing upwards. "Then plunging a dagger into my own heart to rectify the mistakes I've made against him and the throne."

Erik and Chioni just stared at her as the white haired female fell to her knees, her eyes still closed and hand still reaching for the stars. The grey leggings she wore scraped against the damp ground and the scrunchie holding her ponytail in place came loose. Despite that however, she never broke character as she clenched her open hand shut and grabbed her chest with the free one. Then, she began to continue from where she left off, although skipping a number of steps on the story, or at least from what Erik was hearing.

"The emperor doesn't return my feelings! Oh the shame! The humiliation! How can I live with myself knowing that my one and only love despises me." A tear slid down Pagonia's cheek, an added addition that Erik actually wanted to congratulate her for. "Very well, I shall take my dagger and end this misery once and for all. Recompense."

"You contradicted yourself," Erik said, forgoing the compliment. "Your story is falling apart."

Pagonia halted mid acting and opened her eyes, confusion in her bright hues. "No I didn't. Everything was clear cut."

"Why would the emperor reject her?" Chioni asked. "If she had balls enough to admit it to his face, I doubt he would have immediately said no."

"Or he would have at least let her down easy," Erik continued, following his sister's train of thought. "Just because he's an emperor doesn't mean he's an ass. Just means he has to be careful what he says."

"Besides, if she has the guts to say it in the first place, I doubt that she'd take her own life," Chioni said matter of factly. "If she's a peasant than she would have known from the start it wouldn't have worked out. If we're talking realism of course."

"At best, she would've been a mere concubine," Erik finished.

Pagonia touched her chin with her index as she pushed herself back into her feet, eyes narrowed in concentration as she thought over what the two had said. Erik had mostly been talking gibberish, so he was actually genuinely surprised when it appeared that his sister was taking it so seriously.

"I have to go and think on this one," Pagonia said, looking at the two of them for the first time since she started being dramatic. "I'll meet you guys at the table for dinner."