I really hate all these daughter of Artemis stories, so this is my way of making fun of them. Let the chaos ensue. This is NOT intended to be a serious story. Neither is the main character supposed to be a good one. She is an intentional Mary Sue. I do not own the Percy Jackson characters in this.
My name is Atalanta. I'm a demigod. And what's more, I was never supposed to exist.
You see, I'm a daughter of Artemis. I'm guessing most of you will be thinking, Wait. How is that possible? Patience is a virtue that you should practice.
About four thousand years ago, my mother fell in love with a man. Just a mortal man. A hunter named Orion. Sound familiar? Yeah. I thought so. He was my father. Artemis had hidden me from the rest of the Olympians for all that time.
Artemis is not a motherly person. She cares a lot more about her Hunters than me. Probably because they weren't mistakes, people who were never supposed to born. I would have been treated just as well as them if I had accepted the choice she gave me on my thirteenth birthday. She invited me to join the Hunt.
I considered it, but I said no in the end. Wandering around the country and hunting monsters didn't seem like much of a life to me. What was the point, the purpose? All that it would do for me would be freeing me from the need to hide.
Three years later, my mother gave me another option. Immortality. I accepted. Probably the worst decision I've ever made. Now I wander around, doing pretty much whatever I please. I should have joined my mother and become a Hunter.
I rubbed my temples, pushing strands of dark hair out of my silvery eyes. Thoughts of Thalia, my "aunt" drifted into my brain. She had joined the Hunt about a year ago. I had been saddened. I had felt like we were kindred spirits, neither of us supposed to be alive.
Immortals can fade, or spend eternity in an agony to powerful to comprehend. People who became immortal are a different story. Worse things can happen to them. Much worse. And I had a feeling something like that would happen to me.