Prologue
You've heard of Percy Jackson, Thalia and Jason Grace, Nico di Angelo; the children of the gods who should not exist. I am the child of the gods that cannot exist. I am Ameana daughter of Artemis.
Ares, the war god, is known for his well, I'll just say he is known for his temper. One day my mother lit his easily ignited flame. What she did to upset Ares, I do not know. No mortal does and the gods hardly remember it but as a passing circumstance. Whatever she did, he retaliated. But he crossed the line. He convinced some poor demigod to steal Eros' arrows and used them to punish my mother.
He waited until a hunter was tracking some deer and shot Artemis from behind the poor mortal never stood a chance. I was born nine months later and was luckily not executed. I am afraid I can say as much for the hunter, my father.
My existence broke every rule in the great big rule book of the gods (a pointless book if ask me because honestly name one god who doesn't just do as they wish). A maiden goddess couldn't have a living child or they must resign from the position, unfortunately my mother was not just a maiden goddess, she was the goddess of maidens. I could not live.
This opened up many complications; I couldn't be killed because I would have to be alive in the first place, but they couldn't just let me live, now could they? It was Athena who finally came up with the solution, of course. I must be delivered and grow up in Tartus in a state neither alive nor dead somewhere between the two, it was genius I must admit. And so that is where I am to this day, though I pride myself in the fact I am not exactly what the gods expected.