Prologue: Candy

My life is one big hell-hole. I'm serious. Almost everyday of my younger life someone, or something I should say, tries to hurt me. Or kill me. Either one. Sometimes my father feels nice and decides not to try to hurt me or kill me. Now that's kind of strange because I've never met my real father. He left before I was born. But he still tries to kill me occasionally. It gets annoying really.

But my mom makes up for the killing thing. She is the best person in the world. She's so kind to everyone, even people who don't deserve it (that's right, I'm looking at you Dave), and she is amazing. You see my mom is a physic. She has telekinesis, telepathy and some clairvoyance. All three. So since I'm her daughter I got some two. I've had telepathy since I was 2. Telekinesis since I was 7. I don't have clairvoyance yet, just random bursts of it. My mom says I'll gain it in a few years so maybe when I 15 or something.

These physic abilities just add to my other crazy powers. Now okay. This may be hard to believe but I'm a demigod. Half-blood. Daughter of Hades if you will. And no I'm not crazy. I am Hade's, the Greek god, king of the underworld's child. My amazing mother met him when she was like 18 or something and they had me, a crazy combination of a physic and a god. My crazy godly powers include controlling people's feelings to make them feel suicidal or depressed, being able to call upon the dead bodies around me for help (which I never do. yuck!!!), crack open the ground around people and even control Death itself (meaning I can conjure a rope of a black silky substance (Death) and I can will it to kill or choke anyone). It's pretty insane.

Now I've always known I'm a demigod. My mom told me when I was small. She taught me to control my powers. You see my father, Hades, has a bad temper, meaning that passed on to me. So my mother taught me how to control my anger and to use my powers for good, not evil, like my father. Well technically he's not evil. You have to understand one thing, when you have control of your anger you aren't as powerful as when you loose control. When you loose control your mind becomes blank except for this raging fire of want to hurt or kill the other person. I've always been real good at controlling my anger. I was 8 when I ran away from home, mostly because of me being restless for adventure. I was heading for camp half blood, the place my mom told me I would go when I was old enough, and I was praying to the gods that my father was being generous and wouldn't set monsters from the underworld on me (he does t every other half-blood. I don't know why). That was when I met Thalia, Luke, Annabeth and Grover. I felt safe with them, probably because Thalia was 12, Like was 13 and we had a satyr and a powerful demigod too. But then the monsters showed up (for them not me) and I first used my powers in battle. I wasn't skilled at all. Thalia was the best. I learned to look up to Thalia and tried to follow her and be like her. Anyways, we got to camp half-blood with like a billion monsters following. We were at the top of the hill looking down on all the monsters when Thalia turned to us and told us to go to camp, that she would make her final stand alone. I lingered behind and she turned to me, tears in her eyes and gave me her most prized possession, her amulet. She forced me to go down to camp while she fought, died, and was transformed into a tree by Zeus. At camp I told the games director, Chiron that I was a daughter of Hades, but he said I was too young for camp and, after two years of leaving, sent me back to my family. I was 10. A lto had changed since I was gone. My mom had married a man name dDave. He had a very twisted and evil mind that revolved all around beer and violence.

It wasn't very nice to live around.

Especially when that man that your mom married hits said mother a lot and hits her child a lot.

Two months later, after Dave had shown a lot of violence towards me because of my "freaky powers"my mom decided to ship me off to Yancy Academy for troubled children (I only went there because Grover was there).

But I came home at Christmas vacation just to see my mom.

The last time I went back was Christmas of 6th grade. I walked in to find Dave throwing beer bottles at my mom and calling her a freak.

My temper was rising more and more every second I was in that room.

I yelled at him to shut up. I didn't really want to hurt him even if he did deserve it.

But he had other ideas.

All he did was hit me and told me that freaks like me and my mother had no say in society.

I couldn't help it, I burst.

Using my control of Death I almost choked him to death and would have if my mother hadn't pushed me and ruined my concentration.

That guy was so scared.

So now I don't go back to my house as much as possible. During summer I go to camp half-blood (Chiron let me go when I was 11) and I never see my mom now. This story starts before summer vacation during 6th grade.