Hiya peeps. The names PrettyWerewolf or Wolfie and here is my first fanfiction. Here is the summary (BTW- it pronounced Lune-er) :
Lunar wasn't a normal demigod. True no demigod was normal.. but- she was not normal for any demigod's level. In fact besides being a daughter of Selene, titan of the moon, she was strangely she arrives at camp half-blood scratched up and bruised, dragging her best guy friend, Van, to Long Island Sound, people think the worst of it...
Find out by reading...
Well? Whaddya think? Should I keep going? Well I'm gonna write maybe a prologue or chapter 1... Which is right beneath these letterings:
Narrator POV:
Camp Half-Blood was in ruins. Blood running down a tree into a pit. Screams were cut off, screams that had echoed all throughout camp. Slowly but surely a fire started. Not just any fire, a warm comforting fire. One that made you feel better. Only such a fire could have been started by hope. A hope so strong that it blinds and eliminates all other worries. But to find such a hope in the middle of a war, a crisis that all began with disbelief. Disbelief and distrust. A hatred so strong it could not be confused as anger.
This loathing was so powerful that it destroyed the peace of camp. And without heroes, without their children, the gods are powerless. But my young friend, now that you have learned of this future chaos, perhaps you can change it. This future is only a possibility, a chance, a choice. A choice that can be altered. Now I cannot tell you just how to change it. You will have to do that on your own. I can only tell you of what has happened. Whether or not to change it and when to change it will be your... problem. Settle down. This is quite a story, one that must not be rushed. Here we go. Ready?
It all began with a child. Yes. One a bit younger than you. About oh... three years old. Now this child was special. What? No she was not too terribly stupid. She was extremely caring. But only those who were in her "pack" as she called it. Of course her foster parents were not as mean as the stories say. They gave her space when she needed it, food always in her belly, clothes she wanted, and comforting when she was sad or in pain. This child's name is Lunar, just plain Lunar. Her mother went missing after she was born and her father went MIA after being sent for 8 months in Iran. For the cause of her parents never being found, she has no last name.
Before she was born a prophecy was made. So long ago, that very few remember it. The few who do remember do not care. Why? I do not know. Before I tell you of Lunar's life after her 3 set of foster parents, you must understand. The prophecy made predicted a child of a wolf would not survive, that the child would fail at what they want most to achieve...
The child of the wolf returns
After so many years of yearns
And thousands of tries and fails,
but will this child prevail?
The whispered words shall haunt,
All those who may be free of taunt.
And with the final oath of breath,
does the trial end with death.
But beware as not all as it seems,
for the Lost One will redeem.
Now let us begin...
HOW DOES IT SOUND? Cause I need a beta and would love suggestions. Flames will roast my marshmallows. MUHAHAH! This is my first Fanfic, please help out! Love ya'll!
~Wolfie