Now, if you are reading this because you want to feel like a superhero and experience a better world, shut this now! This is the story of my sister, Alaina, and I. Oh yes, we haven't been properly introduced I'm Nico. I grew up on the east-side of manhattan. Houston street to be exact, with my sister Alaina. Thing is, we are not exactly like normal kids you see. W e never really knew our dad until he turned up on our doorstep the other day. and that's where we begin. A knock at the door awoke me, I caught the small snippets of a conversation, a rushed hurried one but a conversation nevertheless. My sister burst into my room screaming "it's daddy,it's daddy!" I bolted upright in my bed "daddy? Alaina daddy hasn't been in touch in well,forever." before I could finish she cut in tripping over herself with excitement "no it's really him it's daddy he's come to see us." Our father had left when Alaina was a tiny baby and had never looked back so I figured she must just be joking when my mother burst in "She's telling the truth Nico, your father is waiting downstairs to talk to you," I was lost for words I never thought of my father re-appearing, I had abandoned that hope many years ago. And to be perfectly honest I didn't want to meet him because he might not live up to my high expectation. I entered cautiously into the room,and there on the sofa was a normal man, but he seemed to radiate power, power as old as time itself. "Dad?" "Yes it is Nico," I was awestruck even though my mum had told me it was him I didn't believe it then suddenly childhood memories flooded back to me, his booming laughter, and the soothing tone of his voice, yes, this was him. "Nico,"he said " brace yourself," in a split second he erupted into flames! But they were flames that did not burn or even char it was if they bent to my dads will. But I took that for-granted And tried to think what he had meant by "brace, yourself." What I noticed later was that even though my father had erupted into flames it did not bother me I knew he was still alive, and that if my dad controlled fire he was defiantly not Human.
start of my story please read Now, if you are reading this because you want to feel like a superhero and experience a better world, shut this now! This is the story of my sister, Alaina, and I. Oh yes, we haven't been properly introduced I'm Nico. I grew up on the east-side of manhattan. Houston street to be exact, with my sister Alaina. Thing is, we are not exactly like normal kids you see. W e never really knew our dad until he turned up on our doorstep the other day. and that's where we begin. A knock at the door awoke me, I caught the small snippets of a conversation, a rushed hurried one but a conversation nevertheless. My sister burst into my room screaming "it's daddy,it's daddy!" I bolted upright in my bed "daddy? Alaina daddy hasn't been in touch in well,forever." before I could finish she cut in tripping over herself with excitement "no it's really him it's daddy he's come to see us." Our father had left when Alaina was a tiny baby and had never looked back so I figured she must just be joking when my mother burst in "She's telling the truth Nico, your father is waiting downstairs to talk to you," I was lost for words I never thought of my father re-appearing, I had abandoned that hope many years ago. And to be perfectly honest I didn't want to meet him because he might not live up to my high expectation. I entered cautiously into the room,and there on the sofa was a normal man, but he seemed to radiate power, power as old as time itself. "Dad?" "Yes it is Nico," I was awestruck even though my mum had told me it was him I didn't believe it then suddenly childhood memories flooded back to me, his booming laughter, and the soothing tone of his voice, yes, this was him. "Nico,"he said " brace yourself," in a split second he erupted into flames! But they were flames that did not burn or even char it was if they bent to my dads will. But I took that for-granted And tried to think what he had meant by "brace, yourself." What I noticed later was that even though my father had erupted into flames it did not bother me I knew he was still alive, and that if my dad controlled fire he was defiantly not Human.