QUESTIONS
Our first challenge was in a race track, the air seemed to crackle with anticipation. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the sleek, futuristic design of the arena. I could feel my heart racing with excitement.
The racers, with their Awakened abilities, moved gracefully around the track, demonstrating agility and speed that seemed almost supernatural. It was a sight to behold, each racer a testament to the diversity and power of their Awakenings.
"Dad, are these racers Awakened too?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity as I watched them dart around corners and leap over obstacles effortlessly.
"Yes, dear," Dad replied with a hint of pride in his voice. "Not only are they Awakened, but some of them are revered as heroes in our land."
"WOW! Heroes!" Ethan exclaimed beside me, his eyes wide with admiration. The idea of such extraordinary individuals watching our race seemed to ignite a new level of excitement in him.
"Ethan, quiet down," I chided playfully, nudging him with my elbow. "Let's not get too carried away."
Ethan shot me a mischievous grin but wisely chose to hold his tongue as Dad continued to explain. His curiosity, however, couldn't be contained for long.
"Dad, were you and Mom also heroes?" Ethan asked, his tone earnest and full of awe.
I was equally eager to hear Dad's response. The memories etched in Dad's eyes spoke volumes even before he began to speak.
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"Yes, we were," Dad started, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Your mom and I were active members of the Heroes Association. We fought alongside some of the bravest and most skilled individuals our land has ever known."
He paused, his gaze turning thoughtful. "But when we found out your mom was expecting your elder sister Ellie," he continued, smiling warmly at us, "we made a choice. We wanted to be there for every moment of your lives, not just as heroes, but as your parents."
My heart swelled with pride and gratitude. Knowing that our parents had chosen us over a life of constant danger and adventure was humbling. I hugged Dad tightly, feeling the weight of his sacrifices and love.
"You and Mom have done so much for us," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "Even leaving the Heroes Association was a big sacrifice."
Ethan joined in, hugging Dad with equal fervor. "Yeah," he murmured softly, his voice filled with unspoken admiration.
Dad hugged us back tightly, visibly moved by our words. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he blinked them away before they could fall. "Thank you," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm proud of both of you."
"Are you two ready to race, then?" Dad asked, his tone shifting to one of light-heartedness as he wiped away our tears with gentle hands.
"Yes, we are!" Ethan and I exclaimed simultaneously, our determination renewed and spirits lifted by Dad's unwavering support.
With that, Dad took our hands, and together we walked toward the starting line of the race track. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as other racers glanced our way, some nodding in acknowledgment of Dad's presence.
As we approached our designated lanes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline. The track stretched out before us, illuminated by overhead lights that glimmered like stars in the gathering dusk.
"Ethan, remember, focus on your form," Dad advised, his voice a steady reassurance amidst the excitement.
"I will, Dad," Ethan replied eagerly, his eyes fixed on the starting line. He was determined to prove himself, spurred on by the challenge ahead and the thrill of competing in such a prestigious arena.
" Guys Talk, huh" I said to myself
I took a deep breath, centering myself before the race. The moments leading up to the starting signal felt suspended in time, each heartbeat echoing the rhythm of my anticipation. The thrill of competition mingled with a profound sense of familial pride and unity.
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