Chapter One: Something About a Horse and Its Mouth

I was never a typical child. A point that many people, including my own mom, always told me. Whether it was meant as a compliment or an insult, I just nodded each time. Because it was true, I wasn't normal and I'm still not.

Let me back up a little, my name is Sarah Kenneth, which is also my mom's name. Apparently when she was giving birth to me, she couldn't decide on a name for me. So she gave me her name. Her exact words were "If men can do it to their sons I can do to my daughter!" Thus my name came to be. Yes it's confusing and yes it's always been a joke to people who know us. But I love my name, because it's my mom's. She's everything I want to be.

A quick fact about my mom, she is very eccentric. Her whole personality is a bag of crazy, but in the good way. I take after her in that department, but I tend to have more common sense than her. I guess it's because I'm really smart. So smart in fact, that by the time I was six, I knew who my father was.

He left before I was even born, but I never felt any resentment towards him about it. Hell, I've never even met the guy. But mom says that I have his dark hair. Even though I dyed most of it in stripes of purple and blue that I wear in a ponytail. Yes, I have his hair and I also have his eyes…which bring me back to my earlier point of not being a typical child. You see, I have purple eyes. Not colored contacts, not hazel eyes that just reflect different colors, but purple eyes. I have purple eyes because my dad is not human; he is a god, a Greek god.

And it's because I'm his child that when I was six, I found out that I was only half human. I'm not going into the details, but let's just say that there was an accident when I was six. And I should have died, but I didn't. Because I had somehow barricaded myself in vines for protection. That's when I started asking my mom questions and that's when she refused to tell me anything. So, being the smart child I was, started using the internet. After hours of looking through web pages, I found what I was looking for.

The website I found described the twelve Greek gods in detail. It talked about their unusual features. Including one god that also had purple eyes and could control vines. His name was Dionysus and he did look like me a little, but without the weird wardrobe I wore. So I asked my mom again and used his name, she was stunned to say the least. Her shoulder length dark brown hair seemed to stand on end as I looked at her, waiting for a response.

Finally, she confirmed my theory and told me all about the gods. She told me that my eyes and powers were gifts. When I tried to object to that she shook her head.

"They are and you should never…oh, what's the saying? Something about a horse and its mouth I think, that you shouldn't look into it or whatever." She said as she patted my head.

I still disagreed with her. My looks got me picked on a lot and after the first time I used my powers, the monsters came.

Over the years I learned to fight with my powers and even with a knife. My mom worried about me, but we always managed. And this happened for ten more years, but that's when everything changed.