So, we had to write nature myths in science a few weeks ago, so I thought, "Hey! It's Greek Mythology! Might as well put it on here!" So, I did! A little break from the usual, but, oh well!

It's about why animals are nocturnal... not great, but I got 99.5%... spelled a few things wrong... but I fixed it for you guys!

Enjoy! Feel free to rip this apart as much as you wish. :)

Concealed in the brush, the white moonlight dancing on her silver bow and reflecting off of her pale blue eyes, Artemis, goddess of the moon and the hunt, protector of animals stood indiscernible to the naked eye. She was in a clearing, 20 feet wide, the perfect spot for hunting. Watching and waiting, she took deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out.

Crack. Her keen ears picked up the sound of a branch being broken off to the far left. Crunch. It was coming rapidly closer. She waited. When the quiet became nearly suffocating, the bushes broke open.

Out sprouted a winged lion. As it ran, muscles rippled through it's huge, yet sleek figure. It's body, larger than that of a normal lion crushed everything in it's path. The lion's mane, a bright red mass of fur that matched his tail, was tangled with leaves and twigs. His beady red eyes scoured the jungle floor hungrily. His teeth bare, huge white fangs that put a tiger to shame. The huge wings attached to his back were a mix of red, yellow, and orange, giving an appearance of flames when they were flapped. The long claws protruding from his feet left gashes in the ground the width of a rope as he stopped.

He sniffed. And again. Glancing in her direction, the lion let a deep, menacing growl erupt from his throat. But he paid her no more mind. He lowered his head to the ground and began to follow his nose. Wandering left and right, to and fro, he made his way to the trunk of a great tree. Backing up, he bent his legs and pounced onto a branch ten feet above the ground. He picked his way higher and higher, before stopping at a small hole in the bark. She recognized it as a racoons burrow.

Licking his lips hungrily, he shot his maw into the opening. The goddess couldn't watch. She could hear the squeaks and scampering of the raccoons from where she was on the ground.

"I need to do something!" she thought. "I can't let this beast continue to feast upon the game of the forest!" She notched an arrow and took aim at the creature. Letting go of the bowstring, the arrow flew through the night. Finding it's mark, the arrow hit the lion on the back of the head, before clattering uselessly to the ground. "It didn't even make a dent! What else can I do?"

The lion was soon finished and wandered around the clearing one more. Finding nothing, he sauntered off. The goddess continued to think for the rest of the night. "What can I do?" she asked herself repeatedly. "My arrows are no match against his thick hide, and I can't let him continue eating them like this..." She thought on and on. She thought as the moon set and the sun rose. By the time that night had come once again, she was prepared.

She walked around until she could sense that there were many small animals nearby. Being the protector of animals, she had a special bond with them that allowed them to communicate.

"Raccoons!" She whisper shouted, "Owls! Gather!" Naming a few other animals such as opossums and skunks, she began to speak. "Small mammals of the forest, your home has been terrorized by a great beast- a winged lion." She heard a collective gasp ring out around her. "This is what you must do." She proceeded to tell them her plan.

When the darkest part of night came, the lion, again, burst into the clearing. But once in sight, the animals that Artemis had spoken to began to squeal and warn the others that danger was approaching. Bursting out from their trees, nooks, and burrows they scampered into the high branches, out of reach of the beast. Jumping and climbing, the lion tried and tried again to reach the critters, but to no avail. Disgruntled, he stormed off.

Overjoyed that her plan succeeded, Artemis continued to change some animals to sleep during the day so they would always be safe from danger. And this, is how nocturnal animals came to be.

Isn't that creative?! (Note sarcasm)

I'll get back to hfakagy532aiOHJUFY FHA47Khkf fhajkwruanv678 (Sorry, my rabbit (named Tinkerbell... I kind of have an obsession...) just jumped on my keyboard and I'm too lazy to delete it) writing normal stories with my next update!

Please comment what you think and some story ideas! Thanks!

~Velocity