After reading the monstrosity that is "Moon Daughter" by xxMoonlitexx, I decided to take it and revamp it. So this story will have: proper spelling and grammar (with occasional mis-spells if I don't catch it), canon characters ACTUALLY ACTING LIKE THEY REALLY ARE, Flavia being a legit OC with strengths, weaknesses and obstacles and growth and a storyline very similar to the original but worked to be more believable and smooth.

My head was pounding a bit as I opened my eyes, the strong morning light filtering in through the window. Feeling a bit disoriented, I turned my head to the side and looked at my little fountain on the table by my bed. Silver-grey eyes stared back at me from the reflection. I began thinking about Luke again. It had been a year since he had died in the Second Titan War by Percy Jackson's hand. No, Percy didn't really kill him. I knew logically what had happened; Luke had begged Percy to lend him his weapon so that he could kill himself and prevent Kronos from rising. And even though I understood this logically, it still hurt. Sometimes I would try and blame Percy but I knew my anger was misplaced. I would simply have to live with it somehow. Besides, Percy himself was a good person, loyal and kind; he had done all he could to bring Luke back before everything had gone to hell.

I pulled my eyes away from the water and glanced at the alarm clock next to it; 10:56 am. I stretched, taking in my surroundings; Cabin 11 was pretty empty this late in the morning. The fountain I had been staring out quietly bubbled as it flowed, soothing me a bit. It had been easy to get the fountain but making sure it wasn't stolen again was another matter entirely. After all this was the Hermes Cabin; Patron of Thieves among other things. Not that they Hermes kids were bad per say; they just liked to toe the line a lot.

"This might be the last time I see it though…" I muttered to myself. While I didn't remember the dream I had had last night, my gut feeling was that today would be the day; the day I would be claimed. I didn't know who was my god parent was in any sense of the word; I was an orphan on the streets of NYC for as long as I can remember. Well, before I was taken in by my foster family anyway. As such, I didn't know if my "divine heritage" was from my mother's or father's side. I finally got up and rummaged through my clothing drawer, pulling out a pair of black jean shorts and the required Camp Half-Blood orange shirt. I wasn't a big fan of the color; I preferred to wear as much black as possible. But rules are rules…

It had been Luke who had found me, told me I was a demi-god and convinced me to join Kronos' Army. I could easily remember that day; running away from home after being utterly fed up with my foster sister Brittany threatening to tell our parents about my cutting, calling me a freak and diseased. I had had it; why should I explain to her what I did? And what would she understand about feeling lost and abandoned and unwanted on the street when she was spoiled and popular all her life? So I left. When Luke had explained about the various monsters and their plight, it had made sense to me; they had families, friends and dreams just like other humans, demi-gods and even animals. So I had joined. Some of the monsters really had been nasty, but some had been kind, simply angry at their mistreatment at the hands of the Gods. I couldn't help but sympathize.

I did a quick check in the bathroom mirror, frowning at my black hair. I had chopped it off when Luke had taken me in and, in my haste, had done a pretty good job at butchering it. "Next time; wait until you're not on the run to get a haircut." I muttered to myself while putting on black socks and black converse before leaving the cabin, wondering what to do. I wasn't really hungry yet. In fact, I felt a bit sick from my nerves. What will it look like? What will it feel like? Who could it be… The best guess I could give would be Athena; all of her children had grey eyes. Mine were silver but silver was a type of grey right? So maybe Athena was my mother. That wouldn't be so bad... most of the Athena kids are nice, though a bit intimidating with their knowledge. Would I get insta-smart when I get claimed if it's Athena?

"Any luck Flavia?" I turned to see Annabeth walking toward me, a journal in her hand and a pencil behind her ear. She was a child of Athena and Percy's girlfriend. She was pretty nice and had been the one to help vouch for the demi-gods who had been on Kronus' side during the war. I knew she was referring to my being claimed and I shook my head in response. "It'll happen soon. After all, Percy made them all promise." Yes, the "promise" that all demigod children would be claimed by their 13th birthday. Well, I was well past that age and still no sign.

"Have you seen Ivy?" I asked.

"Not yet. Today's been pretty hot so a lot of the dryads are keeping to their trees."

"I see… have the Demeter kids been watering them or…?"

"Dryads tend to want to take care of themselves. Last time the Demeter kids tried to help them without being asked… it didn't turn out well." I couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Wish I'd been here to see it."

"Well, I'm off to do some sketching by the lake." I noticed she also had her music player with her and simply waved goodbye to her. I turned around to try and find Ivy but instead came face-to-face with the person I was looking for.

"Ivy! Gods, don't do that…" I put a hand over my chest, trying to calm my heart. "I could have attacked you."

"I know you wouldn't." Ivy smiled. "What were you two talking about?"

"Whether or not I've been claimed."

"STILL?!" I nodded. "This is just unacceptable! The gods promised and here we are a year later with you being the only camper unclaimed."

"It'll happen; just a matter of time." I said as I ran my hand through my choppy hair. But really I was saying it more for myself. Does my parent really not want me this badly? We decided to sit on the porch of the cabin and I played with the longer bits of my hair, nervous. "Hey…"

"What's up?" Ivy looked at me with curiosity in her green-brown eyes.

"Well…" I stared in front of me, not really seeing the arena where most of the campers were, practicing sword fighting and all manner of things. "What if… I mean… I've always felt connected to the moon. And you know I'm a good archer."

"As good as the Apollo kids, yeah. My money's still on you being a daughter of Apollo."

"I'm not good at music or medicine." I countered, knowing how this old argument would go. "Can we not do this again and let me just… talk?" Ivy nodded and kept quiet so I could speak. "What if Artemis was my mother?"

"Impossible." Ivy shook her head, her dark green curls swaying back and forth. "Artemis is an eternal virgin; she wouldn't break her vow suddenly."

"But what if she had a good reason? Or she was raped or did it on purpose because only a child of hers could do something important, like in a prophesy or something?"

"Maybe but… honestly there's a slim chance."

"I know." I sighed and put my chin in my hand, leaning my elbow on my thigh.

"Why don't you join the Hunters; they're her followers and kind of like their surrogate daughters."

"I donno…maybe. But I might be too old now…"

"You never know until you try." I didn't respond. "Have you had any breakfast yet?"

"I feel too nervous to eat."

"Why's that?"

"I had a dream... I can't remember it, but my instinct is telling me I'll be claimed today."

"Mmm, yeah, you won't really feel calm until it happens, will you?" Ivy asked and I nodded in reply. "Hey, how about some target practice then? That always helps you relax. And then maybe when you've calmed down you'll be able to eat?"

"Sure." My heart wasn't really in it but she was right; when I held the bow in my hand, focused on my target, it was much easier to relax and let go of my negative emotions. There were many other demigods in the arena, practicing swordplay and some using other, more difficult weapons like spears, maces and of course, bow and arrow. I took a set and claimed an unoccupied target before beginning to shoot. With each shot I could feel myself letting go of my tension, almost as if it was the emotional sludge I was shooting and not arrows.

"I think that's a new record." an Apollo kid, Will, said from next to me, giving me a thumbs up. "Gotta step up my game it seems."

"I'll always be a step ahead." I replied cheekily, finally relaxing. Will opened his mouth, as if to give a playful retort back but stopped and stared at me. I blinked, confused.

"Oh my GODS Flavia!" I heard Ivy call out as she pointed above my head. I looked up and saw a silver light above my head, a crescent moon floating above. The light filtered down on me, causing the bow I held to turn pure silver from the light and probably my quiver and arrows as well. The light touched the ground and became a silver stag and several hunting dogs around me. I could feel myself trembling with all eyes on me. It can't be… Ivy said it wasn't possible. And yet here I was, being claimed by the very Goddess I admired; Artemis.

"How is this possible…" I whispered in shock.

"I would like to know as well." I turned do see Chiron, the camp director coming forward. He was a centaur; half man and half horse. "But regardless, hail Flavia, daughter of Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt!" All the other campers knelt down and I felt my face burn from embarrassment.

I had been claimed, just like I had thought. But now the question was; why now?

It's still a bit... choppy?... in my eyes but as I re-do more chapters it should improve as I settle into thr story. Review and let me know if this is better and suggestions are welcome.