It was a curse. At least that is what Shiloh always thought. It was really just her genetic code that she had inherited from her oh so loving mother. Being the Daughter of the Goddess of the Moon did have a downside, and that downside just happens to be her insomnia. Being out at night to her was like being in water for a child of Poseidon, only Shiloh didn't like it. She wanted to sleep at night and be awake during the day. Often finding herself going to be at sunrise and being dragged out if her cabin around noon by her loving cousin Annabeth, Shiloh just wanted to sleep like a normal Demi-God. But, being the forbidden Daughter of Artemis sort of killed any type of normal she could ever wish for.
So at times like this one; when she was the last to be awake in camp and only seven hours before sunrise, Shiloh was always found staring at the night sky, naming each constellation possible without any prior knowledge. Her favorites happened to be Orion and Cancer. Sometimes when she finished with time to spare, she would go to the archery range and shoot bull's-eye after bulls eye till she was bored. Little animals would come to her and she would pet them and do her best not to keep them. She already had her hunting dog, who was scared of everything, and two ferrets named Bonnie and Clyde, she didn't need another pet. Maybe if she was lucky, Thalia would come to visit her and they would have a blast, but Thalia always had to leave since she was the Lt. Of the Hunters now.
"You should go to bed." Thalia would say to her.
"I can't...the call of the night keeps me awake." Shiloh would reply.
Thalia would then proceed to drag her best friend to her cabin and make her go to bed at a descent time.
"BS... I have gotten you to sleep at night before, you don't always have to go to bed in the morning"
Maybe it was cause Thalia had raised her when they ran away or that she didn't want to be shocked to the point if passing out, but Shiloh always slept like a rock at a descent time those nights.
Lost in thought, Shiloh had lost track of time. Sitting up on her cabin roof top, she noticed the sun rising in the horizon. Standing up and stretching, Shiloh yawned her typical saying, "Sunrise, time for bed!"
And somewhere in the distance her Uncle Apollo would be driving by, pretending to be hurt at his nieces sleep schedule.