The Lost Princess

Today it seems that my life is the most terrible and scary there is. And how can I be wrong? Caught between werewolves and vampires, myself being a hybrid, a witch who is transformed into a vampire and on top of that I find out that I am also a half-fairy ... I don't think my life could be worse than that...  Oh, wait it is possible! I forgot to mention my mother, Ayse, who is one of the strongest witches and has hated me ever since I was born because my father left her when I was little to protect me from her. Let me tell you a bit about myself. In the daytime, I am one of the most know actresses and singers there is. I managed to sing and dance in all the big scenes of the world. I have tons of fans that adore me and I have made quite a few powerful friends during my 16 years old life. Before being an actress, I lived quietly, secluded, and obediently with my father and his loved ones until his death -  he was hit by a car. After his accident, I realized that no matter how much you try to hide, the past has a way of getting back to you whenever you expect it less. So I decided to stop hiding and live my life the way I want so I got signed to a record label and moved to a studio with actors and bands. I worked my a** off until I became so well paid that I would never have to worry about money in my life. I thought I had everything figured out, but maybe I was wrong.  Let's start with the beginning...  It all started when I was born, when my mother, Ayse, tried to kill me for the first time. Why would she do that you might ask? Well, that's because she considered me a threat, a cunning competitor who would steal my father's love and attention. From that moment on, my mother went crazy and hated me. On the other hand, my father was always kind to me, he loved me and protected me, although having our difficulties and misunderstandings we managed to get along well.  He raised me and taught me everything I know, he explained to me that there is a big difference between being good and letting yourself be trampled on by others.  My dad ... he was a very good man whom I loved very much, despite his 'illness', he was a drunk and a half and all this happened when he took me away from my mother's house and we moved elsewhere. Although it hurts, I don't blame him for any of it, I understand him and I don't judge him because in the end who am I? I am certainly not God and I do not have this right. Picking up from where we left off,  my father loved and respected me until the last moment of his life, where his end marked the beginning of my life. He, like me, was a very intelligent guy and as a child, he taught me how to be delicate and yet strong. He took me to karate, judo, dance, swimming, ballet, boxing, volleyball, basketball, football, athletics, gymnastics, skating, and all the existing and non-existent sports in this world. I was taught everything there was because he wanted to be sure I was prepared for everything that life could throw at me and I would still be able to survive and for this, I will be forever thankful to him.