(A/N) Well this is the first chapter and I hope you all enjoy it. It is rather short but it gets good later, trust me on this one ;3. If you would be so kind, I'd like you to review more than anything. I prefer criticism over compliments and remember…flaming is not the same as constructive criticism.

Birds singing, sun shinning, perfect day, blah, blah, blah. Everything on the island was peaceful, everything except my mind that is. The sunlight shone through my bedroom window and irritated my eyes. Something licked my hand. "Go away Kabe!" I shouted. The black she-dog whimpered.

"Tell mom that I'll be down when I feel like it," I mumbled unintelligently into my pillow. Kabe growled. "Well duh, I know that! But I don't think my mother is creative enough to turn you into something worst than a dog," I said matter-of-factly.

Kabe whimper, Oh I think your mom will find something to do to the both of us if you don't get your but downstairs, she said in my mind.

I moaned as I rose out of bed. I rubbed my eyes and let out a big yawn.

Hurry up, would you, Kabe whimpered.

"Κατακάθονται! Είμαι διακινούνται όσο πιο γρήγορα μπορώ, Kabe!" (Calm down! I'm moving as fast as I can, Kabe!) I snapped at the dog. Sorry about that, as a demigod I sometimes, unintentionally, speak ancient greek. Don't get me wrong, I love my dog. I'm just really, really cranky in the mornings, probably because I've been getting annoying dreams lately.

Have you been getting those dreams again? Kabe's voice in my head was full of concern.

I sighed, "Yeah."

Have you mentioned it to anyone else? Kabe asked.

"No, just you"

Good.

"Good?" I asked a little skeptical.

A demigod's dream is worth more than gold, you must be careful who you share them with, Kabe said.

"Not mine. It's always of the same thing only a little different each dream, it's so annoying!"

If your dreams are repeating it must be very important.

"I guess," I said uncertainly.

Oh I forgot to mention...

"What?"

Hurry up!

I rolled my eyes. As I got ready I was careful to not look into the mirror until I put my sunglasses on.

When I went downstairs I was greeted by one of the magic maids.

"I'm sorry mistress but breakfast is still not ready yet." She apologized as she bowed. I told her it was ok. The only thing that I liked in the morning was watching the maids make breakfast. All the maids on the island know magic and use it whenever they can which means the magic maids put on quite the show. The maids rarely touched the cooking equipment themselves, they use spells to tell the food and equipment what to do. You'd have no idea how cool it is to watch an egg crack itself in midair and scramble itself but whenever the maids catch me spying from the doorway they would shoo me away saying that the kitchen is no place for their boss's daughter.

My mom owns the island. She's always busy so we don't really spend any time together and when we do she insists that the time be used for my magic classes so I don't know much about my mom. Except she's a lunatic, or mental, or just power hungry. It makes me wonder if every mom is like that.

There's not much to do on the island. I could swim or read or get a spa treatment or…ok, so there are a lot of things to do but not much I actually like to do. The island may have almost everything…except any contact to the outside world. I hardly knew anything about the real world beyond the spellbound island. We had no radio, no TV and no computers. The only clue I had about the outside world was the strange collection of ships at the port.

Some didn't seem like ships at all. A couple of them were cylinders of metal sometimes with what looked like a telescope popping out from the top. One of the sorcerers told me that it was a submarine and that it's purpose was to swim deep under the sea's surface. She told me this in a casual tone but made me promise that I wouldn't tell my mom that she spoke of this knowledge. I knew that all of the magic maids and magic students came from the real world but they were not allowed to share any knowledge.

My mom can be such a hypocrite. She once told me that knowledge is power and that she would never take any power away from me. When I was younger I used to believe every single word she said clinging to each and every one of them. My credibility in her had disappeared over the years. It may have began to fade the day I asked her about my father…

"Mother?" I asked nervously. Se turned from her loom to glare at me.

"Yes, Darling?" she asked in her sweetest tone which told me she was aggravated with me interrupting her work.

"I was just wondering…"

"Yes?" she said in a dangerously sweet voice.

"Why do I never see my father?" I asked as my cheeks flushed with warmth. My mother turned back to her loom.

"He's where he belongs, go back to your studies." She said in a casual tone as she waved the back of her hand toward me, as if she were swatting away the annoying fly buzzing behind her, which meant she was dismissing me…

…I was only seven then and it had pretty much crushed me. Didn't my father belong with me? Didn't I belong with a caring, nurturing father? Don't I deserve a parent who actually cares about me? I had cried that night and even though Kabe, my best friend, had comforted me the hole in my heart stayed and ever since then I could clearly see the emptiness of my mother's words…