"Who is your father?"
"..."
"You promised me you won't get angry," Aria remarked.
"I am not angry," Zach sighed and uttered, "My father was a normal human."
"But… when we first met, you said you have your father's powers and blood…" Aria was confused. She thought she remembered wrong, but it wasn't her fault.
"Yes. But my father was a human before. He wasn't born with… well, powers and all. He got it from someone," Zach replied. "And to be honest, I don't know much about my father. He was rarely home to spend time with me. He was always busy. I trained hard every day, hoping he would come home and pat me on the head."
"I was… uhh… as you know, I was born without magic, so I couldn't do things my father wanted me to do. I was sure he was disappointed in me. At least, that's what I thought until he told me that he was proud of me. And then one day, when I turned seven… he died in a battle."
"Did he die in front of you?"
