Before me stood a massive wild boar. If I could catch it, dinner would be sorted. The trick was sneaking up quietly...
Cyd gripped his only dagger, crawling slowly through the grass toward the boar, which was busy rooting around with its snout.
"Wham!"
The boar suddenly lifted its head and slammed into a tree with a deafening crash, splitting the trunk clean in half.
"Yeah, nope. I'm out."
Originally planning to sneak up and slit the boar's throat, Cyd turned and retreated—quickly.
"What kind of wild boar is this?!" he thought while sprinting back to the horse. "I'll stick to catching rabbits."
The white horse, grazing peacefully, glanced up as Cyd stumbled back, panting, dagger still in hand.
"It's fine, White Horse, keep eating," Cyd said, forcing a smile. If only he could eat grass too.
He plopped down under a nearby tree, idly stabbing the dirt with his dagger and drawing random patterns. It had been three days since he left the island. The seafood he packed was long gone, and his habit of offering sacrifices to the gods left him embarrassingly low on food. The bandits from earlier? Plenty of money on them, but no dried food.
"If only there was magic that could turn coins into food," Cyd muttered, eyeing the heavy pouch of coins at his waist. But, of course...
You can't eat coins.
His stomach growled. Maybe he should try eating grass like the horse?
Feeling faint from hunger, Cyd glanced at the patch of grass the horse was happily chewing on. Should he?
The horse blinked, stepping aside as if offering the choicest blades of grass.
Cyd swallowed. When you're starving, even grass starts looking appetizing.
Just as he reached for the grass, there was a loud crashing sound behind him. He shot up, gripping his dagger, scanning the area while the white horse casually continued munching away.
"Wham!"
The boar burst from the bushes, charging straight at Cyd.
"Great," Cyd yelped, rolling to the side just in time to avoid getting trampled.
The horse, still unbothered, calmly raised a hoof and stomped down on the boar's head. The giant beast, which had just split a tree, crumpled under the horse's hoof like it was nothing. Its legs twitched, but it wasn't getting back up anytime soon.
"Uh, not sure what just happened, but good job, horse!" Cyd gave a thumbs-up, trying to play it cool.
The horse snorted, kicking the boar toward him before going back to its meal. You handle it... was the message.
Cyd cautiously approached the now-limp boar, nudging its tail with his boot. When it didn't move, he sighed in relief.
Then, he noticed something.
An arrow was lodged in the boar's neck, right in a major artery. The poor thing had probably been running wild because of that.
"So..."
Cyd tightened his grip on the dagger. There was an experienced hunter nearby, probably watching him claim their kill.
"Uh, okay, look—I know you're there! I'm not here to steal your prey. How about we talk this through?" he called out to the trees, figuring it was better to negotiate with someone who could shoot that precisely.
"But you already took my prey."
A voice came from behind him, calm but with a sharp edge. An arrow thudded into the dirt right by his foot to drive the point home.
"I didn't do anything! You might want to take it up with the horse," Cyd said, gesturing to the white horse, who was grazing without a care. He pointed to the matching arrows in the boar and the ground.
"Tch."
The hunter, a woman, stepped out from behind a tree, bow drawn. She eyed him warily, clearly annoyed but seeing the logic in his words. He hadn't exactly stolen the kill; the horse had done the dirty work.
"Right, so... could you maybe return my prey?" she asked, still keeping a distance as she observed him.
"Ah... about that..." Cyd scratched his head awkwardly, then froze when he finally got a good look at her.
She had wild brown hair that flowed in the wind, and sharp, beast-like eyes peeking out from beneath green bangs. There was a tension in the air as she studied him, clearly sizing him up.
"I think I've had a change of heart~," Cyd said with a cheeky grin.
"Please reconsider," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Relax, I'll pay you," Cyd jingled the coin pouch at his waist.
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. I just want the meat," Cyd said, nudging the dead boar with his foot.
"Uh... sorry, I misunderstood," she said, her tone softening as she lowered her bow slightly.
She'd probably been harassed by men before and instinctively assumed Cyd was another creep. But apparently, she was wrong.
"Rest assured, I have no interest in you," Cyd said with absolute seriousness.
Greek Myth Survival Rule Number One: Never, ever get involved with beautiful women.
In fact, avoid all beautiful things.
Even someone like Cyd, who wasn't an expert in Greek mythology, knew how dangerous it was to get involved with women in these stories. Plenty of Greek heroes had met their downfall because of a beautiful woman, and whole wars had been fought over them too.
But most importantly...
This was a world with Zeus.
The notorious super-stallion god who seduced anything remotely attractive and fathered most of the Greek demigods. If Cyd ended up with a beautiful wife, he'd live in constant fear of some god dropping out of the sky to claim her. And Zeus always had impeccable aim.
Plus, he'd probably end up raising one of those demigod kids. Being a foster father to a demigod hero? No, thanks.
With her wild hair, green bangs, and sharp aim, Cyd had a pretty good guess who this huntress was.
Atalanta.
A beautiful woman connected to Artemis, the goddess of the hunt and moon.
Definitely dangerous.