Prologue

There's no such thing as normal.
I know that better than anyone.
For the first 11 years of my life, I enjoyed living in blissful ignorance of my true identity, and was able to do things that any "normal" person would do.
Now? I can't walk down the street without having something go horribly wrong.
And all of that trouble is due to my absent mother, my knack for finding myself in problematic situations, and a tattoo on my wrist.
Ever wanted to be a super warrior fighter?
Well, I assure you, it's a lot more trouble than it seems.