When Tracy was three her father used to tell her stories about Selene, and how she led the moon across the sky each and every night. He told her the story of Penelope, who was a daughter of the moon.
"What's a daughter of the moon?" she asked one day.
"You will find out one day honey, I promise, one day."
One day indeed she learned her true, heritage. Tracy was thirteen when her mother passed, and he father had no choice but to tell her what happened.
"Your mother was killed by an evil force that lay dormant here on earth."
"What force dad?"
"Volons, honey."
"The evil that you told me about in stories of Selene?"
"Yes."
"But you told me that that was just a bedtime story."
"Well, apparently not."
"Your mother told these stories to me. She said that her mother used to tell them to her when she was little. Why she would lie to me is beyond me."
" But dad, didn't mom like tell you everything? You two had like the biggest trust issues."
" Be that as it may, she still didn't tell me about the volons. I don't understand, it's not like her to keep secrets from me. There must have been something going on for her not to have told me about them. But even if there were she still would've told me."
" Dad is there something that you're not telling me?"
" Well your mother was a daughter."
" Well, uh no duhh dad every girl is a daughter of somebody!":
" I don't mean that kinda daughter you dimwit. I mean a daughter of the moon."
" But they were just in bedtime stories as well….weren't they?"
" Honey, they weren't just bedtime stories. How do you think we knew all the stuff in detail? We didn't just make all that stuff up."
"Well then..am..I…a daughter?"
" Yes."
