The moon was full and bright, as the goddess of the moon, the hunt, and of maidens, Artemis, was sitting calmly in a clearing, deep in the woods. The pale, silvery moonlight shone down on her, illiminating her pale skin and long auburn hair, and the black lashes that brushed her cheeks. The goddess was meditating, and an energy seemed to be gathering around her. It was completely silent in the clearing.
The goddess opened her silvery eyes and splayed her fingers. Carefully, she wove the moonlight through her fingers, gathering it together, shaping it, until she had it the way she wanted. Artemis took a lock of her hair, and dissolved it in the moonnlight. Then she took a hunting knife, and made a small, shallow cut on her arm. Golden ichor welled up, and she waited until it was enough before pouring that into the moonlight.
There was a small glass vial next to her. In it was a single drop of human blood. This, she added to her moonlight.
Artemis placed her creation gently on the wide, flat stone beside her in the clearing, where the glow of the moon hit it fully, and waited.
Hours passed, and Artemis did not move a muslce. There was not a sinlge sound nor stirring in the clearing or forest surrounding it.
And then, a wail pierced the silence. The wail of a newly born baby. Immediately, Artemis leapt to her feet and gathered her creation in her arms. It was no longer a mixture of moonlight and blood, magic and hair, but a baby. A baby girl. Born to Artemis without a man to aid her. She had done it.
The baby had thick locks of auburny-brown hair that curled over the top of her head, and soft, pale skin that reflected the moonlight. Artemis rocked her child in her arms and whispered to her, until the girl evenually stopped. When the girl opened her eyes, Artemis saw that they were a silvery blue color that reminded her of a blue moon.
So that her child would not grow cold, Artemis created soft blankets of moonlight that solidified and wrapped around the baby girl. The child snuggled into the blankets, and closer to Artemis, closing her bright eyes sleepily.
Artemis smiled down at her baby, and whispered, "Neona. My daughter."
Then she turned and walked back through the woods to her Hunters.
I know this is short, and you all must be thinking, "Artemis with a baby... has this author done her research?" and "Where is the Percy Jackson stuff?" but fear not, this is basically the prologue, and Artemis' kid shall be explained. If y'all want me to... So review if you want me to, otherwise I will just forget about it and eat cheese in a corner. So, yeah. Bye!