The Son of the Moon

Intro

              A young man stood on a cliff over looking the ocean as the sun set and moon rose, the year was 660 B.C, it was a terrible winter. Kloie, the goddess of snow was upset for some reason, as it was the worse winter the country has ever seen. The cold freezing wind and snow slammed against the young man's body. His short black and soaking wet hair laid against his face as he continued to watch the sun and moon set and rise. As the moon fully rises beyond the horizon, a slight silver shimmer raised off his skin as the gentle moonlight fell against his skin. Against his hip, a Makhaira made of silver and gold, rested against his leg while an Oak Double-convex hung from his shoulder with a quiver full of arrows. The young man sighed as his Sea-green/Silver eyes looked away and walked deep into the forest. Inhaling deeply, the young man felt at peace while he was beside the sea and a forest. He did not understand why he was this way, but he was happy as he was given up as an infant. The young man leaned against an Ancient Oak tree with his massive six foot five inch frame, and had the built of a hunter with a hint of swimmer. Sighing once again, the young man gently started to jog through the forest not making a sound as he headed back to his camp. 

         As he reached within 30 feet of his camp, he saw a flash of silver out of the corner of his right eye. Faster then anyone could anticipate, he drew his sword and sliced the arrow in half, making it split around his head. Quickly turning around as he heard a few gasps from behind him, the young man decided in that briefest of moments, it was going to be good for him to flee and live to fight another day. Running towards a tree, the young man made his attempt to escape. An arrow embedded deep into his shoulder, but he didn't allow it to faze him at this moment. As soon as his right foot had a grip on a knot in the tree, he used every ounce of strength in his legs to shoot him high into the tree for he was able to run from limb to limb as he made his escape. The group stopped and watched as the man disappeared into the tree tops. A pre teen girl with a silver tiara on top of her head ran after the man wanting to know who he was and what he was doing in their forest. She tried to catch up to the man, but could not figure out which way he went. Sighing heavily, she climbed down and returned back to the group of pre-teen girls standing around the mysterious man's camp. A girl with pure silver eyes walked into the camp to see all of the girls ransacking the man's tent and belongings. They found a few medium bags of small squares that resembled the demi-god version of the food of the gods, and a few flasks of a golden liquid. 

      The man's tent had string, needles, thread, vases full of fresh clean water, dried meat, and other things to last for a while. The girl with silver eyes started to glow in anger as she wanted to know why he was there. She motioned for the girls to leave the tent as she walked to the back of the tent to find a small chest sitting on the bed. Curiously, the girl opened the chest then immediately dropped it as she saw the bracelet of her once companion's ring with a letter tied to it that she knew not of its existence. She sits on the bed, and reads the letter;

My dearest child,

If you are reading this, then I am most likely dead. As a final wish, I had my father, hold onto this until the time you were old enough to read this and protect yourself from the dangers of our world. If you haven't figured it out, I am a son of Posidein, the god of the sea, earthquakes, and horses. You, my son, are a powerful legacy of the god of sea, and I know you will have a great flaw, unlike myself. Pride, was mine, but enough about me, your mother, a wonderful woman she is. I hope you look like her more then anything, my son. I hope you are strong, kind, respectful, Strong willed, and very intellegent. My child, if you ever need protection, go to the sea, let the ring touch the water, and your grandfather will come to your aid. Please, stay away from the sky's for I fear if you are ever discovered, you will be killed on sight. Stick to the shadows, as your great uncle would say, and stay with your head to the ground and ears to the trees. Goodbye my son, I am proud of you always

Love,

Your father ...........

As she got to the final part of the letter, the name was smudged beyond any possibility of being read. 

AN: Hello!!! Welcome to my first ever actually written out and out for all to see story. :D I would like to know what y'all think of the Intro of the story. Leave a like, message, or anything else!!