Some mortals think I'm crazy. Some demigods think I'm crazy. Some vampires think I'm crazy. Some gods and goddesses think I'm crazy. But I'm not. I'm just me, Lyra Andromeda Ryan. End of story.
Okay, maybe I knew I couldn't get rid of you that easily. Oh well, I guess I'll tell what there is to tell. First off, I'm this weird thing that's half vampire, half Greek goddess. Yeah, long story. Tell you later, I promise. Secondly, almost all the mortals, demigods, vampires, and gods/goddesses I know think me wickedly beautiful, even though I've been desperately trying to convince them otherwise. Thirdly, my mother is the goddess Aphrodite and my father is Gregor Ryan, a vampire. And fourthly, next year I'm destined to become immortal. Here's how the twisted mess of my life started.
My earliest memory is seeing my gorgeous mother for the first time. And I do mean the first time, too. I looked up at her with my big, shocking, violet eyes and smiled. My father then carried me off, not to see my mother for another four years. My mother apparently had told him that I needed to live with him until I was 12, and then she would see how I was doing and would look after me, but I could visit her now and then. So, when I was four, I visited her for the first time on Mt. Olympus. That was also when I met my "family."
They're not really my family, because my mom was born out of sea foam, but they act like it. I also met my step-dad, Hephaestus. He took one look at me, grunted something that sounded like, "Probably just like her mother," and walked away. My mother patted my back and told me he was just jealous that I looked so beautiful. The rest of my "family" was nice, except Artemis. She got into an argument with Mom about me joining the hunters when I turned 13. Mom was furious and said that she, "Would never let her daughter forsake her beauty just to be part of an extreme girl scout troop." Ever since then, Artemis has given me the cold shoulder.
My life from then until my twelfth birthday was filled with hunting trips and feeding myself off of blood.
When I did turn 12, I packed up all of my four suitcases and went to Mt. Olympus. Zeus was allowing me to stay because I wasn't technically a half-blood and could either survive on exclusively blood or exclusively nectar and ambrosia. I liked nectar, but it tasted too sweet. I also liked ambrosia, but it was too much like sweetened dirt. I prefered good, wholesome human blood, which I had been raised on. Unfortunately for me, that's where the Olympians drew the line.
One of the difficulties of being one of a kind is my contradicting nature. Because of Mom, I'm supposed to have ADHD and not be able to sit still at all, and dyslexia that challenges my sight. Because of Dad, I'm supposed to be able to be like a statue and see things too clearly. So, depending on my mood, sometimes I can hold still and see far, or not. It's quite annoying.
Until I turned 14, living on Olympus was like a child living at Disney World. I never got bored. I never was doing nothing. But when I was 14, I wanted friends of my own that weren't all powerful. Sure, I could turn invisible and fade out of existence for any time period, but all I had in the controlling nature department was love. Bo-ring! As you can probably tell, I'm not the typical daughter of Aphrodite.
This is my story, the life of Lyra Andromeda Ryan.