I knew there was something wrong with me ever since I could remember. 

Don't believe me? 

Let me recount my memory for you then.

Age 1.

My mother, Queen Izabel, told me I burned her breasts while drinking her milk.

Age 3.

I formed my first ball of sunlight because I didn't want to go to sleep at night, and tried to convince my nanny there was still plenty of light left in the day. 

Age 5. 

By then I realized I was different, because all around me people whispered and even my parents seemed to be afraid of me.

Age 7.

I was told I could not attend school or mingle with other nobles my age until they understood what my powers were. 

Age 8.

My brilliant tutor finally found out that I had the power of the Sun, like my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great Grandfather King Zanthos. 

It had been so long since a member of the royal family had a descendant born with this power, that King Zanthos' power was known more of as a myth than reality, but here I was - myth breaker. 

My parents almost changed my name from Princess Sunny to Princess Myth-breaker that's how shocking it was. 

Apparently, I was named Princess Sunny because as a baby all I did was smile, but now there was a different meaning to my name. 

I was no longer Princess Sunny the smiley princess, but Princess Sunny the Sun Bringer.