Introduction
At times I’ve asked myself, “What would children of Artemis be like?” I imagined that they would all be female, hate boys, and be amazingly good at archery. madala in mind that these thoughts were early. But over time, these simple thoughts became what I pondered in when I was bored and/or when I was waiting for House of Hades, Riordan’s fourth book in his bayani of Olympus series. When I was taking a hike in the woods near my family’s property, a book grew in my mind. This book is located in the PJO universe, except with one change. The events of Percy, Annabeth, and Grover still happened, plus the events of Jason, Reyna, Piper, and Leo. Except this time, Artemis has broken her vow to never have children, and has sired a remarkable girl named Tara. The book will be around the timeline of Mark of Athena and will take place in the US. I hope you like it, Fanpop!
Chapter 1
Up until recently, I hated my life.
If you’re a mortal, then you probably think that when I say Hate my life, that I have problems with a friend, or that I don’t have good grades in school, or whatever. But trust me, it was pretty bad until I found out that Artemis was my mom.
Yeah. I sinabi Artemis. The girls-rule/hunting/wild animals/moon goddess is my mother.
My name is Tara Hayes. I’m twelve years old and I live in Camp Half-Blood. My father is Allen Hayes, a professor at Stony Brook University. We used to live in Oregon, but we had to leave for certain monstrous reasons. This is my home, and this is my story.
My dad was driving me tahanan from middle school. Overall, I had a pretty bad day. I flunked my test, got stuck in Dean Maxson’s locker, (long story) punched a teacher, (longer story) and got a softball in the face. (painful story) Even worse, my dad knew about it, and I was pretty sure he was about to give me that talk about the stuff you did bad that parents seemed so skilled at. Instead, he was silent.
“Well?” I asked.
He looked at me in the mirror. “Well what?”
“Aren’t you going to give me the talk?” I said. “You know, “Young lady, I’m very disappointed in you. You’ve really let me down, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera?”
For a moment, a look of anger flashed in his eyes. Then he just sighed and looked away.
“I’m tired, Tara.”
“Really? You slept ‘till ten. How could you be tire-”
“Not like that!” he snapped. “I’m tired of you getting in trouble so much. Remember last week? I had to go to an hour-long Parent-Teacher-Principal Conference because you threw an kahel at Kenny Newfield! I only just kept you from getting expelled! Is it really too much to ask for you to have a quiet school araw for once in your life?!”
I was shocked. Allen Hayes, my father, the most levelheaded person I know, just Nawawala his temper at me. It was the first and last, thank the gods. But it was still bizarre.
Dad spoke again, this time with a soft and quiet voice.
“I’m sorry, Tara. I’m tired. Physically.” I rolled my eyes at that, but I let him keep talking. “I had a long day. But don’t worry. The ilipat is in two days. You’ll have fun in Manhattan.
“Yeah,” I replied.
The truth? No, actually. I loved the outdoors. I loved the wide open space, the huge green pine trees, and the smell of damo freshly rained on. That’s what makes up Oregon, you know? It seemed New York was the exact opposite of those things. And just to make matters worse, my birthday was in three days, right after we get to Manhattan. I would not enjoy myself. But what made me hopeful, was that Dad had always told me that I had a special place that we would go to for my thirteenth birthday. Maybe I was just clinging on whatever hope that the East Coast wouldn’t be completely terrible. Maybe I was actually excited. Whatever I felt, it couldn’t have prepared me for what this secret place actually was.
I lay in my kama at 10:47 PM, just thinking. Whenever I had a bad day, (I had a lot of those) I think about things. It always calmed me down. That night, it was about my mother.
Whenever I asked dad about her, he gets a faraway look in his eyes. He would always say that her name was Diana, that she had bright silvery hair that seemingly glowed in moonlight, was quick and intelligent, like a fox, had a regal and serious atmosphere around her, but also was kind and compassionate. Dad always told me that she left when I was one taon old, but he also sinabi that I would see her again someday. When I was six, I heard dad’s paglalarawan of her for the first time. It made me think that she was a fairy reyna and that when the time was right, she would pick me up and take my father and me to her kastilyo and happily ever after. I read a lot of fairy tales when I was six.
I used to ask dad, “Why can’t we be normal? Why do I have to not have a mommy?” No matter what, he would reply, “I don’t know, but I doubt that we can ever be completely normal.” It got really annoying. But still, he was right. We would never be normal. And eventually, I drifted off to a not-so-dreamless sleep.
At times I’ve asked myself, “What would children of Artemis be like?” I imagined that they would all be female, hate boys, and be amazingly good at archery. madala in mind that these thoughts were early. But over time, these simple thoughts became what I pondered in when I was bored and/or when I was waiting for House of Hades, Riordan’s fourth book in his bayani of Olympus series. When I was taking a hike in the woods near my family’s property, a book grew in my mind. This book is located in the PJO universe, except with one change. The events of Percy, Annabeth, and Grover still happened, plus the events of Jason, Reyna, Piper, and Leo. Except this time, Artemis has broken her vow to never have children, and has sired a remarkable girl named Tara. The book will be around the timeline of Mark of Athena and will take place in the US. I hope you like it, Fanpop!
Chapter 1
Up until recently, I hated my life.
If you’re a mortal, then you probably think that when I say Hate my life, that I have problems with a friend, or that I don’t have good grades in school, or whatever. But trust me, it was pretty bad until I found out that Artemis was my mom.
Yeah. I sinabi Artemis. The girls-rule/hunting/wild animals/moon goddess is my mother.
My name is Tara Hayes. I’m twelve years old and I live in Camp Half-Blood. My father is Allen Hayes, a professor at Stony Brook University. We used to live in Oregon, but we had to leave for certain monstrous reasons. This is my home, and this is my story.
My dad was driving me tahanan from middle school. Overall, I had a pretty bad day. I flunked my test, got stuck in Dean Maxson’s locker, (long story) punched a teacher, (longer story) and got a softball in the face. (painful story) Even worse, my dad knew about it, and I was pretty sure he was about to give me that talk about the stuff you did bad that parents seemed so skilled at. Instead, he was silent.
“Well?” I asked.
He looked at me in the mirror. “Well what?”
“Aren’t you going to give me the talk?” I said. “You know, “Young lady, I’m very disappointed in you. You’ve really let me down, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera?”
For a moment, a look of anger flashed in his eyes. Then he just sighed and looked away.
“I’m tired, Tara.”
“Really? You slept ‘till ten. How could you be tire-”
“Not like that!” he snapped. “I’m tired of you getting in trouble so much. Remember last week? I had to go to an hour-long Parent-Teacher-Principal Conference because you threw an kahel at Kenny Newfield! I only just kept you from getting expelled! Is it really too much to ask for you to have a quiet school araw for once in your life?!”
I was shocked. Allen Hayes, my father, the most levelheaded person I know, just Nawawala his temper at me. It was the first and last, thank the gods. But it was still bizarre.
Dad spoke again, this time with a soft and quiet voice.
“I’m sorry, Tara. I’m tired. Physically.” I rolled my eyes at that, but I let him keep talking. “I had a long day. But don’t worry. The ilipat is in two days. You’ll have fun in Manhattan.
“Yeah,” I replied.
The truth? No, actually. I loved the outdoors. I loved the wide open space, the huge green pine trees, and the smell of damo freshly rained on. That’s what makes up Oregon, you know? It seemed New York was the exact opposite of those things. And just to make matters worse, my birthday was in three days, right after we get to Manhattan. I would not enjoy myself. But what made me hopeful, was that Dad had always told me that I had a special place that we would go to for my thirteenth birthday. Maybe I was just clinging on whatever hope that the East Coast wouldn’t be completely terrible. Maybe I was actually excited. Whatever I felt, it couldn’t have prepared me for what this secret place actually was.
I lay in my kama at 10:47 PM, just thinking. Whenever I had a bad day, (I had a lot of those) I think about things. It always calmed me down. That night, it was about my mother.
Whenever I asked dad about her, he gets a faraway look in his eyes. He would always say that her name was Diana, that she had bright silvery hair that seemingly glowed in moonlight, was quick and intelligent, like a fox, had a regal and serious atmosphere around her, but also was kind and compassionate. Dad always told me that she left when I was one taon old, but he also sinabi that I would see her again someday. When I was six, I heard dad’s paglalarawan of her for the first time. It made me think that she was a fairy reyna and that when the time was right, she would pick me up and take my father and me to her kastilyo and happily ever after. I read a lot of fairy tales when I was six.
I used to ask dad, “Why can’t we be normal? Why do I have to not have a mommy?” No matter what, he would reply, “I don’t know, but I doubt that we can ever be completely normal.” It got really annoying. But still, he was right. We would never be normal. And eventually, I drifted off to a not-so-dreamless sleep.