I don't know a lot about my family but I do know why I'm in this situation. It all started when some madman broke out of an insane asylum. My parents were detectives and were looking everywhere for him. Then one day my parents found him in a small town with a scarse amount of people. They tried to arrest him but he got away. He was holding some kind of egg. My parents scouted his house and found another egg. It was compleatly red and when they touched it there hands burned. They had to were some kind of glove to hold it and it still burned. They brought it to a lab and they couldn't find out what was in the egg. It obviously not a regular egg its ten times the size. A few years later they just gave up on the egg and gave it to my parents. A few months later I was born. When I went home my parents handed me the egg so I could play with. No matter how hard I tried when I broke the egg it just came back the next day. Maybe thats why my parents gave it to me. Then one day when I was five I threw it into the water and out came a bird that was on fire and it blasted into my heart. I didn't feel anything not even a little bit of a burn. I never told my parents I just told them I lost the egg. I knew my parents knew I was lying. On the day of my 12 birthday someone set my house on fire. But I didn't think that it was a person it was more of a flying worm. The fire started to grow and it was getting closer to me. My parents were trying to put out the fire but failed and burned to death. I swore that if I survive the fire I will hunt down the thing that killed my parents. Just as the fire started to touch me I saw the bird came out of my chest. It blew back the fire and made a path. I ran through the path crying and scared. The bird picked me up and took me away to some island.
