Daughter of the Moon
By, hrphorse13
Disclaimer: I do not own PJ
Rick Roirdan Does
Chapter 1
I didn't ask to be born. I didn't ask to be a demigod. I could say, "Holy shit, make the dream stop!" and make the pain go away. I can't though. Why, because the real pain started when I was 13.
To begin by way of introduction, my name is Diana Walker. I live with my mom Karen, and my Stepmom Lisa in a small town in Montana. Yeah, my mom's a Lesbian. Don't get me wrong, I love both my mom's, but sometimes I wonder who my father is. My mom tells me that "he" was the most beautiful being in the entire universe. She says that I have his odd eyes, silvery yellow, as though they were made of moon rocks. Also, because of his genes, I'm incredibly husky, with small boobs, muscley legs, and the world's broadest shoulders. So in other words, not very attractive.
I don't have the best social life. First of all, I'm ADHD and dyslexic, and I'm the only female on my schools archery team (I'm pretty kickass at archery). For some reason, I never seem to fit in. I'm the buffest girl in school, a major eco freak, and no one likes Greek mythology like I do. So, sucks for me.
My only friend in school is Rudolph Evergreen. He's been my best friend ever since he came to Darwin Elementary 5 years ago, and we survived together all the way up to 8th grade. Just the two of us. There's only one problem, he's a cripple. He apparently has some weird birth defect that makes him wobble when he walks, as though he's trying to balance himself.
So anyway, I told you that I had some crazy experiences, well, this is how it started.
On the night before the winter solstice, I dreamed that I was in a misty forest, the full moon at its peak. I was wearing an above the knee, sleeveless, silver, Greek-style dress with matching sandals. I was holding a wood bow, about 4 feet long and slung over my shoulder was a quiver filled with silver arrows. I walked over to a stream where a deer that glowed strangely silver, was lapping the cool water. I hunched down and looked at my reflection in the water. I saw me, but somehow, it wasn't me. I looked, wild almost, like a predator, with the adrenalin of the hunt boiling inside of me. Before I woke up, I saw a woman who looked just like me. She walked over, cradled my face in her hands, and said, "I await you Diana." And she started to fade. I begged her not to go, but I could feel myself fading as well, and I woke up in a cold sweat. Within seconds, I realized who that woman was, and why I felt like I knew her. It was Lady Artemis , goddess of the Hunt.