The moon shines brightest with her child
" my MOTHER?" I exclaimed. " I thought she was dead!"
Apollo nodded. " I know. But today you are a master of bows. Today is the day you will meet your mom." he said.
" Apollo?" I asked. " Who is my mom?"
He looked at the moon. " Artemis. Artemis is your mother".
It fell on me like an anvil. My eyes: silver and green. My auburn hair, so much like Artemis'. My bow is silver, my nickname: moon. I can't remember her,though, so I was confused. " why can't I remember her?" I asked.
Apollo looked at me. " she never knew you." he said. "She doesn't know you exist."