Akaruimi leans against the cool windowsill, her young mind wondering through fantasy lands of her imagination. Her large blue eyes innocent to the cruelty of the world around her. She gazes up at the luminous white disk hovering in the sky. The moon. The vastness of space was now taken up by bright stars against the dark curtain of the night, each glowing dot a diamond threaded through the cloth of darkness. Akaruimi was told many stories of the great never-dying beings who wondered the skies, heaven, world of spirits and sometimes even the earth on which humans dwell. Her favorite among many of these myths was of the moon goddess, Selene. She was the moon personified, her beauty mysterious and alluring like the full moon to a mortals eye. Selene would ride across the night sky in her chariot pulled by two white-winged mares. She ruled over the night and resides on the moon high up in the heavens. The young girl was always enthralled by the legends of Selene and her famous affair with the mortal, Endymion. It is said that Selene bore fifty daughters by him. Secretly, Akaruimi wished she was one of them. As the night wares on, the young girl's eyelids would become heavy and she would fall into the dream world where images of the great goddess would dance through her minds eye.

Selene glances down from her chariot, her inhuman sight sharpening at the small cottage below. Her pale white hands pulled back ever so slightly on the silver reins adorned with ancient symbols. "Panselinos, Misofengarou," she spoke softly the names of her two winged mares; Greek for full moon and crescent moon. Her voice was smooth and lightly brushed the mortal senses, intoxicating to men. The mares slowed to a halt, wings beating the cool night air keeping them aloft. Through her godly eyes she could see a young girl, no more than the age of six, hair a golden halo around her familiar face. Her eyes where closed in peaceful sleep, head cradled in her thin arms. Selene could blatantly see the girls aura, pure white, radiating off of her. It was to strong to be a mortals energy. Selene drew back, a quiet action of shock. It was an aura she knew all to well; it belonged to her other fifty daughters. It was the energy of her own demigod child, it had to be. Selene did not expect to ever see this child of hers again. After she had given birth to the child she had left her on the doorstep of the mortal man who had raped her. His punishment for his actions against the goddess was the raising of the demigod child and the death of his dear wife- her soul still lay in eternal torment in the river Styx. Selene watched the child-her child for a moment longer with a careful, observing gaze. Without another thought she pulled on the reins and disappeared into the dark night.