Daughter Of The Moon

Chapter 4

Luna

Artemis is the maiden goddess. I just stare at the centaur with my mouth hanging open, an expression not uncommon among all of the people staring at me. Okay, I know that I'm dealing with the supernatural at the moment, but still... how I can I be the daughter of a maiden goddess?

"Th-that's... impossible." I stammer, my eyes roaming wildly over the small crowd, waiting for someone to just jump up and shout 'NOT!' or 'YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE!'. And not just about the maiden goddess thing, about this whole demigod thing altogether.  I mean, I've been a demigod for one measly day- my birthday, as well- and I've already battled a (supposedly) mythical monster, met a bunch of people you think I am my mother, left my dad (maybe for good, it would seem), and now I find out that my mother, who is not just a goddess, but a maiden?!

Seriously, try getting your head around THAT conundrum when you've just dropped out of a very tall tree.

"I'm afraid, Luna Night, that you are the proof that it is not impossible. God's are immortal, they can break their vows on the River Styx-" A roll of thunder booms across the cloudless sky... wait, cloudless? It isn't raining here? But I swear that when I was running from the minotaur, it was raining... "without dying. But still, it is a wonder to me why Zeus hasn't mentioned this to me, it is big buisness to have such a serious vow broken..."

Is that what I am? Just a vow broken? The Daughter Of The Moon who was never meant to exsist?

I bite my lip, trying to stop any kind of emotion escaping me. But what am I trying to hold back? Sadness? Sympathy? I shouldn't be sad or sympathetic, my mother has left me with nothing but a pair of weapons and a heartbroken father for the last thirteen years. I don't owe her anything.

But she did save your life when you jumped out of that tree. A tiny voice at the back of my mind whispers. Oh, to Hades with keeping my emotions bottled up like this. I've had enough of trying to seem something I'm not.

"So is that what I am, just a broken promise?" I say with as much defiance as I can muster.

"No, child," He replies quickly, his horse tail flicking around nervously. I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms.

"Then what am I?"

"That's something that can only be found out when you're claimed. Honestly, Luna, we don't even know if you are a daughter of Artemis, yet." Says a boy from the crowd.

I turn around to look at him, and glare instinctively. He is tall and handsome, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a relaxed expression compared to everyone else standing around me. For some reason, I can smell him from my position many metres away. I can smell rosin, the kind you use to polish the bows of instruments, and I can smell leather armor, and herbs. Herbs for healing, armor, rosin for music... an Apollo child? I'm guessing this super-sense is another demigod-y thing. He doesn't seem to be that bad, but it only takes one look at some of the boys standing in a group next to his blond siblings to see that the majority of boys at this camp are total jerks. The jerk boys in question all have sharp pixie-like ears, impish grins, and hair that sticks up in random places as if they have walked through a hedge backwards. I am hardly the kind of person to judge by appearance, but those boys look like the kind of trouble that doesn't get any better regardless of whether it belongs to somebody who's half god or not.

"But still," says Zoe firmly, looking the centaur right in the eye with a kind of authority that seems far beyond her years. "If she were a Daughter Of The Moon, then I'm sure that my lady Artemis would be outraged that her own daughter would have to reside in the Hermes cabin with those..." She launches a disdainful look at the jerk boys I had been looking at a few moments ago, "boys."