It wasn't like it was supposed to happen - not even the gods could have been willing to do this. I mean, the gods have done stupid, wreckless things when jealous or outraged. But this, this was unpredictable, not understandable. Unforgivable.

And it has happened before.

I was a strange baby. No, not like the ones you see in those outdated home videos. I mean, I was weird. I wouldn't sleep at night, for example, and I would never cry - never. I could get angry, and my face would turn all red, but cry? Nah. I guess I don't do that now, either. I don't ever feel like it, anyway.
So, back to young me. When I was about 9 months old, I could properly stand and walk around the mansion. On my first birthday, I spoke my first word. I called my mother 'Eme'.. Later on, when I was 2 years or so, it changed into 'Deme', and I still call her that. When I speak to her. If I speak to her.

I guess all these mysterious facts about my life, made you wondering about that one terrible, unpredictable thing that has happened twice. 

To understand, I must tell you about my mother. She was the sister of Poseidon, Zeus, Hera, Hestia and Hades. Since I was little, we lived on this huge farm, far away from, well, practically any social contact. That is, until I was old enough to go to school. 
As the little Phone that I was, I looked forward to this first day I would finally be able to explore the world beyond the giant farm with cows and sheep and dogs and cats on the giant hill - I was able to look further and broaden my view. 
Oh, how silly of me.

So the first few years were okay.. I was learning fast and making friends.. sort of. My mom said I was happy and dancing all the time, so i guess that's all that matters. 
But when I started to think more - about myself, my future and all that - I also started to realise I wasn't like other girls. Or boys.