I didn't want to be able to see. I would have been perfectly happy to be blind. If you're reading this as that fiction book your studying in class, or that new library book your mum checked out for you, you're lucky. Congratulations. Everything is fine. For you.

Most of the time, being able to see means your either 1; aren't blind, or 2; in trouble. Me? I have attracted the worst possible trouble. I've always been able to see. That's my problem. I see too much.

I was six when I met my first god. Looking back on it, I figure I could have greeted him better. But I was six, so I'm not too miffed.

As it were, I was actually at an amusement park- a bit of a weird place for a god to hang out in, I know, but it was the only place he could have possibly caught me alone.

I had walked off from Miss Sutherland, my year group's teacher, a snotty, uptight 25 year old. I was walking alone, and let me tell you, a six year old, on their own, is going to get in trouble. Trust me, I don't need to spit out a prophecy to know that.

So anyway, I was lost, wandering around the back of the storm pool, when this guy walked up to me. Me, being six, just smiled prettily and said 'hello.'

Big mistake.

'You can see me?'

Looking back, I should have walked away. I should have ran off and pretended I never saw him.

'Mhmm. Why? Are you a ghost? You look like a ghost.' It was true. The guy genuinely looked like a ghost. He was wearing a Greek toga, something I had recognized from history day, the week before. He had a bow strapped to his back, and had a laurel wreath in his hair.

'I'm not a ghost, little one. My name is Apollo.' That should have been my first clue to start talking to 'Ella.' Ella was my best friend at the time. She was also imaginary, meaning I could get away with not talking to the man, Apollo, by pretending it was my fake-friend. But, of course, I didn't. I knew who Apollo was. Apollo was a Greek god.

'I learned about an Apollo with Miss Sutherland. She said that Apollo was a green god.' Apollo chuckled, obviously amused by the dorky six year old, history buff that I was.

'Not a green god, little miss, a Greek god. And I would be that god Miss Sutherland was telling you about.' Now, I may have been six, but I wasn't stupid.

'Aha? If you're a god, then I'm a Ori- an Ora- a girl who can tell the future with poems.' The man grinned and looked down at me with mischievous eyes.

'An Oracle, you say? Very well then.' In a flash he was gone, unfortunately the memory of me wasn't.

I didn't understand what I had done until a year later.

It was, a year and 4 months later, on my seventh birthday that I spat out my first prophecy.

'She will be east, lured by his heat's croon,

At a darker dawn, the sun will meet the moon.'

Now lets remember, I was seven. What would you expect a seven year old to do? Laugh?

I screamed. You know why? It hurt. Along with the prophecy, my eyes rolled up into my head, I passed out, and my brain lit on fire.

At least, it felt like that.

Anyway, as I said, this was my seventh birthday, so naturally I had a party. Daddy's rich, didn't you know? So, party.

I had around fifty people in the room, we were playing pass the parcel, the music had just been switched off and I was halfway through the paper when boom.

Prophecy.

Now that freaked a lot of people out. When I woke up, I was alone.

By alone I mean their were no mortals in the room. Key word; mortals.

'So, Oracle. How'd you like your prophecy? I started you off with a simple two-liner about me and Artemis.' I nodded stupidly, words still not forming in my little seven year old mind.

'Artemis told me I couldn't find a clear sighted mortal! Pah! I found myself a little Oracle! And she's young too, meaning she'll last longer, wont you my little prophet!' Again, I nodded dumbly, hardly paying attention. I was more concerned with the loaded bow and arrow in his hands.

And that was when I came to terms with the fact that I was crazy.

My name is Lily Allison Dare.

Now? I'm 13, I just got kicked out of school. Again. It's not my fault I can't help talking about gods in first person and forget that when people ask their greatest achievements, they don't actually know.

Honestly! They can't blame me for telling them that Athena actually cursed Medusa's sight and hair because she was spreading rumors of nearing Poseidon's child, not that she actually invited Poseidon into the temple of Athena to, eh, fondue. I'd heard Poseidon and Athena rant about it themselves!

But of course, they didn't see it that way. They also didn't see it that way when I told them that they were all ''Close minded, blind sots who couldn't tell the difference between a tree and a tea pot, never mind truth from lies.''

Yeah, I'm a bit of a smart-mouth. Something I picked up from Ares.

So yeah, expulsion. The third time since I had been given my 'gift' from Apollo.

I don't want you to get me wrong- I love seeing, talking and knowing the gods, I even appreciate the help my prophecies can give, I just don't particularly like giving them or seeing someone fail/die for them. That's not pleasant, let me tell you.

But the laws require me to shut up and do my job. Which I do without hesitation. It was hard the first time, never hearing about what happened to Tori Mourne on her first quest, in fact I moped and moaned until Hades told me to shut up. It is kind of embarrassing to hear that you're annoying from a god. Well, I say kinda, I mean its really embarrassing.

And hence I shut up.

Anyway, I was talking about the laws, right? That's kinda a new enstatement. After I started bugging Athena and Apollo about my prophecies and history and their kid's quests and stuff, they begged Zeus to create some laws. The Laws of Magic. They aren't really laws, I usually break atleast one per week, but I'm Apollo's favourite, so as long as I'm not bugging him, he's fine watching me annoy his family.

1. The Oracle shan't acknowledge remembering a prophecy to a demigod unless crucial.

2. The Oracle's family and friends shall not know of her duty as an Oracle, lest they be part godly-being.

3. An Oracle shall not question the Gods.

4. An Oracle is not allowed a physical relationship of affection. (Zeus did this just to spite me, I swear!)

5. An Oracle shall spend her life, mortal or immortal, in servitude to the voice of Apollo, and his prophetic visions.

And that's the five laws. They suck, don't they? Its bad enough not being allowed a boyfriend, but I have to dodge every hug or kiss my sister, Rachel or my parents want to give me! Not cool.

Speaking of my family, when I was eight Artemis told me something interesting. Apparently, I was born an accident. The last Oracle (A disgusting Mummy that lived in an attic where the Greek Half-Bloods trained) spat out a prophecy a week before I was 'chosen' (she disintergrated straight after, thank Apollo too, she was just gross!). Apparently this prophecy was about someone decended from Apollo becoming an Oracle. A five year old someone becoming the Oracle. My sister. I was born accidental and was never supposed to exist. Somehow I'd slipped unnoticed by Hera's familial radar.

I'm rather quite proud of that, actually.

Anyway, I wasn't supposed to be born with the sight. Rachel was. Don't get me wrong, she can see through mist, sometimes a little better than that demigod down the road, Percy Jackson or something- but not as good as I can.

Rachel was supposed to be the Oracle. I saved her from a life of misery, but I also gave her one too. She can see through the mist, but not know what she's seeing. That sucks, too.

But the laws of magic are clear- I can't explain it too her, so I usually distract her when I spot a satyr or a passing demigod. Its actually kind of hard, you know with them waving at me like I'm an old friend or thanking me for not speaking their death in their last quest.

I look at them like their insane and they get the hint. After five minutes.

It gets a little harder with age, you know with the monsters now starting to pick up on the smell of Apollo's blood and power on me.

Scratch that. Funnily enough, the Oracle's spirit screwed this part up. I'm not actually descended from Apollo. I'm actually descended from Asteria, the 'Aunt' of Artemis and Apollo. Apparently she fell in love with a mortal, had an illegitimate child and told no one, but somehow Aphrodite found out.

Scratch that of course Aphrodite found out.

"Lily, we're here!" Rachel sung, pulling me out of my thoughts. Its a wonder that I managed to get all that out in only a mile of travel.

"Miss Dare, your father wishes you a happy summer in the strawberry fields, but his offer of summer camp at Clarion Academy still stands." The driver, Robertson said as he opened the door. I rolled my eyes.

Daddy doesn't approve of my strawberry-picking summers and often tries to get me to attend Clarion Ladies Academy's (my school) summer camp, which he make Rachel attend, even though she isn't a student there. Luckily for me, I'm always on Daddy's good side (despite my expulsions), being the little poet protege and straight-A student that I am, (well- in all except history) he allows me to spend summers how I want, but tries to persuade me differently each time.

Actually, He only allows my strawberry picking because it looks good on a job application. Imagine if he knew that I actually go there to sword fight and predict the future.

Ten dollars on him fainting.