I am Moone, daughter of Artemis.
Goddess of the hunt and the wilderness, sister to Apollo and one of the Twelve Greek Olympians.
I am 11 years old.
But hey, no one asks to be a demigod. Your just told, left in that arena to fend for yourself and that's it.
Who wants to join? Yeah, I can see a LOT of fangirl's hands go up there.
But sorry. Half of you aren't. Your gonna stop reading now if you know yourself your not. Your gonna wait for the movie which is gonna be murdered or done too well. Go do that. This journal won't even get made into a movie anyways.
Ahh, some of you are still here. Daredevils. I still know a lot of you aren't demigods but oh well. This is fake anyways, isn't it? Its just some author trying to make a fictional book, right?
Go away, mortals!
Oh. And wrong. This is my journal, so it is real.
Sorry if you just got a knock on your door, that's probably Brenn. She goes to demigods houses on the eve of their birthday, but you gotta be a teenager, and tells the kids their demigods. Then she asks for your name, writes it on her clipboard and leaves, but she's my friend, so. You know.
Anyways, at the moment, I'm being brought to the Arena. This is kinda like The Hunger Games, except demigods live there. Yeah, you do kill some people but not everyone. You are in a tribe, or an alliance. You just gotta fend for yourself and your friends. No alliance, and you'll soon be dead.
You may have nightmares, mortals. Go away.
