Daughter Of Darkness And Light

by iPsychotic

Her Origins are cloaked in mystery, only she knows what she is. But when a simple routine high school visit to the middle schools go wrong, our character struggles through her battle of what is right and wrong, and she may end up being more powerful then even she knows. Join Harlene Quinn in her quest of satisfying judgment and changing Fate.

1. Chapter 1

Hey Guys so this is based off of one of my favorite characters in Batman, and Yes it is a villain. This may get a little religious so, just don't freak out on me, I'm Christian but I'm only saying this for the suspense and to make the story better so PEACE! P.S-I Take Character Suggestions, but I need a few viewers before I bring up a Paper for writing the stuff, and obviously I don't own or am not connected to the PJO Series and the others.

-WeaveMeister

Since I was Born, I knew I was different. Not in a good way like being able to sing or draw well, my gifts were a bit more, unusual.

First off, by 9 years old I was a master at martial arts, and a prodigy in the field of flexibility and gymnasts. I could take down a man three times my small size and win easily, I would flip and twirl and confuse my opponent, for how could such a small girl do this. These two skills alone should have been enough, but of course they weren't, once I started getting older I felt different until that day where no emotion was felt as a symbol praised its light on my head. I had learned that although orphaned my father was still out there watching.

I hated him for months, but then I grew older, my maturity spiked and his logic then seemed undeniable.

He left not for my pain, but to protect me from monsters and creatures out there that even he couldn't control. You see my father is known through history as a deceitful demon from hell, but if you look in the books he was known as a fallen angel. There is still good in my father, even if he won't admit it, he truly loved my mother and was heartbroken of her death when I was born. Sadly some of his influence rubbed off on me some good, some bad. I was a little too good at pickpocketing and whenever I hit someone not guilt but delight struck me, the thought of influencing pain felt amazing, but I still felt some good inside me at times.

By 11 years old I knew all about gods by an empathy link with my father (HINT!) who told me all he knew. By then school had started and like any other child I hated it with loathing, I was in 6th grade, and yes I am that smart, and all the other kids treated me like a baby. My small size misleaded them to believe that I couldn't take care of myself, but little did they know they were nothing compared to me intellectually and physically. I acted like a fool, like a ragdoll, so I good gain there looks of sorrow for me and use it. Soon they will see my mark on this world, for I am Harlene Quinn! Daughter of…. (Aren't Cliffhangers Fun!) : 3

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