Daughter Of The Moon

Chapter 2

Luna

Just find a satyr, they're pretty easy to spot, my father had said. Well, what I believed to be a satyr had in fact been very easy to spot indeed.

It's pretty hard to miss when it's charging right at you.

I was partly right, because this creature was half barnyard animal. It was that fact that had motivated me to walk up to the beast and say, "Hello? You see, I'm looking for Camp Halfblood, and I'm a Demigod, so..." It had started to charge at me before I could finish my sentence, and it was at that point that I realised that it really really wasn't a satyr. It was actually a minotaur.

And right now, I am dodging through the trees of a pine forest with a mythical monster hot on my heels. The rain pours down mercilessly, soaking my clothes and drenching my hair, which whips around in the freezing wind, lashing at my face. Fortunately, my father had never thought much of the misogynistic views that society had on girls wearing skirts and being tied to the cooker, and I have always been allowed to wear trousers just like the next boy. And boy am I grateful that I'm not tripping over lace petticoats at this moment in time, as, if I make a wrong move, the monster behind me will be sure to decide to take a late lunch.

Still running, I whip my head around to see how close the minotaur is. I cannot see the beast, but an unsubtle ROOOOAAAR tells me it is close behind. But I have an idea. I decide that I can afford to slow to a jog in order to fumble open the clasp on the leather satchel at my hip and bring out the pencil case and comb that are my weapons. Ducking under a low branch, I skid to a halt behind a huge tree. My stopping has let the monster gain on me, but I know that I can't run forever, and I need to kill the damn thing. Kill. I have never killed anything in my entire life, but as the monster barrels into sight, I know that it's the only option. Hurriedly, I tug the comb through my hair and wrench open the zip of the pencil case. An exquisite ebony bow grows into being in my right hand, and a quiver filled with arrows takes residence in my right. Quickly hitching the quiver onto my shoulder, I grab an arrow- barely noticing it to be a 3B- fit it to my bow, jump out from behind the tree, and fire randomly with my eyes screwed tightly shut as I anticipate death.

ROOOOOAR!!!!

I crack open one eyelid to see that despite not looking where I was shooting, my arrow still managed to impale itself into one of the minotaurs eyes. But wait... there are two other arrows piercing its tough hide, despite me being sure that I had only fired one. 3B... it must mean that each arrow has a different purpose. A magical purpose.

But my marveling only gave the minotaur a chance to swing a huge, hairy, cumbersome fist in my direction, sending me flying a few metres before hitting a tree with a sickening crack! Whether it is the trunk of the tree of my bones, it is hard to know. I can taste the blood in my mouth, and black spots dance before my eyes as I try to heave myself up. I am hyperventilating, and there is a long cut up my left forearm, making it impossible to draw an arrow at the advancing beast. But that hardly matters; its almost pitch black, and only the barest moonlight sifts through the trees to provide any light. A sinking feeling tells me that there is no way I would be able to shoot an arrow, even with my uncanny ability.

Moonlight. I look up at the canopy, and suddenly, the moon seems to shine brightly through a gap in the leaves, illuminating a small spot on the forest floor a few metres away. The minotaur seems to want to savour my death, and plods towards me leisurely, not even suspicious when I crawl towards the patch of moonlight. My thoughts are on just seeing the moon one last time when I collapse on my back and look through the gap into the night sky. The moon is directly overhead, and the minute I look at it, my body, incredibly, seems to fill with renewed energy. But at the sight of the moon, not only did I start feeling like I could throw that minotaur a hundred metres, but my body starts to glow with silver light, and I can suddenly see in the dark, my eyes raking over the pine forest, and almost letting me see in a higher definition to daylight. My silver glow even keeps the driving rain from hitting me like a second skin.