The Daughter of Artemis

by ClarisseTelekine

Selene finds out that her mother is Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt. But how would this be possible if Artemis was the Goddess of the Hunt and traditionally never had an interest in men?

The Daughter of Artemis

You probably know Artemis as the Godess of the Hunt, the Virgin God. But yet, here I am. Her daughter. Selene Michigan. Named after the Goddess of the Moon, ol' Arty's idol. But here's the thing. Artemis is the Virgin Goddess, so I'm not really supposed to exist. But the fact still remains that I do exist, so I guess that's why all the monsters are chasing me. I dunno. There's no where safe for me now.

I woke to the sound of howling. A bitter, intense howling. I reached under my mattress for the knife that lay concealed there. I looked at it, ashamed. Why did I have to have it? Why was this happening to me? What would happen to the rest of my family? My window shook, and I crept away from the wall. The last thing I needed was glass in a cut. The howling climaxed, and something burst through my window. I knew what it was. I had studied Greek Mythological Creatures ever since the first attack. This was absolutely, positively a Harpy. It talons grabbed me, blood dripped from my arm onto the pristine white carpet. A wing beat me across the face, the bone clipping my head with incredible force. I was stunned. I fell to the ground. The last thing I remember was the Harpy's talons closing around me before I blacked out.