Hi guys, this is Kiotomi1, and this is my first attempt at writing a story on . Hope you enjoy this first one, i got a ton of ideas for stories that are just burning away inside of my head that i feel the need to right. Without further ado let's get to the story!

Percy Jackson and the Olympians is the property of Rick Riordan, and Type Moon is the property of Kinoko Nasu. Thank you and enjoy the prologue! :)

The Son of Artemis

[START PROLOGUE PART 1]

Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, liked to think herself a proud and level-headed person, however that was the exact opposite of what she was feeling at this moment. Artemis is a beautiful woman, who usually prefers the form of a preteen, with rich long auburn hair, silvery-yellow eyes, lightly tanned complexion, with modest curves in all the right places, and being toned from her occupation,all on her 5'5" frame. Even so, her beauty was beyond what most mortals could dream of achieving in her adult form. She didn't know what she was thinking when it happened but what matters is it did happen, she broke her vow that she promised to keep for all of eternity. For once in her long immortal life, she was at a loss for what to feel.

Looking down at the bundle in her arms with a tuft of auburn hair sticking out, she couldn't help but wonder where it all went wrong. She only went through with it because she couldn't help but want to prove Aphrodite wrong about herself.

(FLASHBACK MOMENT)

"Damned Goddess of Sluts," Artemis muttered disdainfully about the Goddess of Love.

Aphrodite, knowing Artemis' temperament, boldly stated that her continued status as a virgin, was due to her inability to attract a man. Such a statement would generally never bother the Goddess, however Aphrodite continually harried her. Referencing the fall of some her more prized huntresses such as Atalanta. As expected when worked up to a boiling fury when faced with a challenge, she responded heatedly, that she could do it easily. She never realized till it was too late that the woman had led her on.

So there she was, in her adult form, standing awkwardly in a crowded night club full of intoxicated party goers. She is dressed in a silver short dress that barely went to her knees and showed a small amount of cleavage. Also, she wore silver stiletto high heels and silver metal earrings with rubies hanging from the metal. She wore only a moderate amount of make-up, despite Aphrodite's protests otherwise, which only served to emphasize her natural beauty. However, she was about to give this up as a lost cause, due to a mix of her nerves and dislike of the smell mucking about, when a husky enticing voice from behind cut her thoughts off.

"What is a beautiful flower like yourself doing out here?"

Artemis flipped around and barely managed to restrain her instinct to get into a defensive stance. She barely withheld her urge to ogle the attractive male before her, something only her fool of a brother would do. Admiring his features she noticed he had crystal blue eyes, dirty-blonde spiky shoulder-length hair, an angular face with little baby fat, tanned skin showing someone who spent a lot of time in the sun, and was taller than her by a good amount, making him around 6'1" if she had to guess. He was also well dressed, wearing a long-sleeved button-up dress shirt, a royal blue tie, black designer pants, and black dress shoes. She could see he had an expensive gold watch on his left wrist and pure gold earrings, before she gathered herself and replied.

"Just a little nervous about my first time doing something like this, and I don't really have any experience with that," she admitted sheepishly with a small blush on her face to the man, pointing out the men and women grinding on the dance floor.

"Yes they really do get into it don't they? By the way I'm Tyrion Eclipse," Tyrion chuckles amused at Artemis' observation.

'That voice again', Artemis thinks to herself again blushing. Wondering why she keeps blushing like a schoolgirl in front of this man, she states back.

"I-it's nice to meet you, m-my name is Artemis Olympia," lightly stuttered the Goddess of the Moon. Silently berating herself for such a rushed and badly thought name.

"Artemis Olympia, huh, a beautiful name for such an exotic woman such as you. You truly live up to the beauty of the Greek goddess herself, with such enchanting eyes much like the moon. How about a drink, and you tell me about yourself, my goddess," Tyrion states flashing a bright smile with perfectly white straight teeth.

"A-ah thank you. You're v-very handsome yourself. There's not much to tell honestly," Artemis stutters sheepishly at the man. It's a first for her being honestly complemented by a man, without any leering or hidden intentions that she can see.

(FLASHBACK MOMENT)

And that was how she came to meet Tyrian Eclipse, a charismatic man with a silver tongue, something she found out first hand and can't help but gain a dreamy expression remembering.

Their night of meeting after drinking and some light dancing escalated into something more when Tyrian coerced her into coming to his penthouse. Initially, she only planned on just getting to know him a bit better, still unused to the emotions she was feeling. But the night quickly changed from a friendly meeting of two new friends to an intense night of passion.

Artemis still found herself blushing remembering how loud and expressive she was during that time and those that would follow it. Aphrodite still won't stop hounding her for details after finding her the next day with a very slight limp, a healthy glow and blush, and a goofy smile on her face.

Neither of two, the goddess or her one time mortal lover, spoke after the event. Artemis despite the warm unexplored feelings, was being deeply buried by feelings of shame and regret for breaking her oath and betraying what she has believed in for a millennia. She has confessed her status as a goddess and her regrets, and tearfully asked that Tyrian forget what had happened, unwilling to use the Mist on a man she had come to care for.

But that all changed following Tyrian's departure on a business trip late in the Summer, and she had come to find out she was two months pregnant.

She had nearly had a nervous breakdown had it not been for her most loyal hunter and friend Zoe Nightshade, calming her down and keeping her from doing something she would regret. The pregnancy was something they had kept a secret from all of her hunters, and something only a select few gods/goddesses had knowledge of. This group included Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth and her favorite aunt, her brother Apollo, and Aphrodite, the reason for this whole debacle herself.

So here she was, standing in a deserted and quiet area of Central Park in the brisk autumn weather, dressed in her usual hunting wear with bow and arrows respectively, holding her firstborn son as of August 20, 1988, Silas. His eyes a mirror of hers staring up at her curiously, not at all bothered by the cold weather.

Something she will always be grateful for is Silas being such a quiet child, completely different from what she expected from her baby boy in the first two weeks after his birth.

She still could hardly believe her firstborn child, the one she carried for 9 months, was a male. It gave her mixed feelings due to her hatred of the male gender for obvious reasons, however she couldn't help but love the child when he gazed up at her, a head with a tuft of auburn hair, with HER silvery-yellow eyes. It was a surreal experience to have a child, something she personally thought was agonizing but worth it.

Sadly, she knew she couldn't raise her son. Her child would eventually be forced away from her due to the oaths she clings to as a goddess. Therefore she would have to place the burden upon his father Tyrian. As the law her father put into place prevents immortals such as her from raising their demigod children. Even then she wasn't so sure her hunters would be accepting of the boy, due to the vows they take and the feelings that come with it. From her observation of her time with Tyrion, she couldn't help but hope he would love and raise her son well; and hopefully keep him from turning into a shameless womanizer, like his air-headed uncle.

A sound of crunching leaves to her right broke her from those thoughts. She brought her attention to the familiar man approaching dressed in a warm black overcoat, a black dress shirt, a midnight blue tie, black slacks, and black dress shoes.

"You called me for something urgent, Artemis? I was hoping you were calling me for a repeat of what we started a few months ago," Tyrion joked with a teasing grin, not noticing the bundle in her arms.

"It's very serious Tyrian, please don't kid around about this," Artemis calmly stated with a stern expression marring her visage, holding out the bundle in her arms to him.

Taking notice of the bundle for the first time Tyrian walks over and to his shock, a pair of silvery-yellow eyes on a lightly tanned face caked with a modest amount of baby fat, with a tuft of auburn hair, staring up at him curiously.

"I-is thi-s what I-i think it is?" Tyrian stutters in a rare moment, at a loss for any composure.

"It, Tyrian, is our child. His name is Silas Eclipse," the goddess states, amused at her lover's rare moment of shock.

"Well, not that I don't appreciate seeing you here Artemis, but why are you showing him to me now?" Tyrion inquired curiously, coughing to regain his composure and to hide his anxiety at her coming answer.

"Silas is a demigod; as such by as a law passed by my father years ago, I am forbidden to raise him. I'm sorry for burdening you with this, but these laws are absolute and I'm already going to be in trouble for breaking my view of chastity. Please raise our son," Artemis pleaded with Tyrion, already having told him of her status as a goddess.

"Well... I'm busy at the moment on a business trip but I can try," Tyrion replied calmly, hiding his scowl from Artemis as she handed him the child.

Artemis smiled gratefully to him missing the scowl as he held the child, kissing him softly, and cooing to her child to calm his rising tears at being separated from her, kissing his forehead, before disappearing in a burst of silver.

"Well... what am I going to do with you, little red?" Tyrion stated more than asked to himself, a slight scowl on his face as he looked at his son.

The child in question was crying his eyes out seeing his mother leave for reasons unknown, unaware what his future years on earth would hold for him.

[END OF PROLOGUE PART 1]

My first idea/attempt for a story thus far. Any criticisms or ideas to add or change will be welcome, I have a general idea for this story and characters involved but if you have anything to add or say please do so!