I cannot help but remain seated in this uncomfortable dining chair, because I am sure if I tried to stand my very own knees would buckle. I can feel my vision suddenly become hazy, as the Hartfords' shouting voices continued to sound deafening. I could feel my heart pounding far too fast than it should from the shock. The very idea that I had a family member left in this world was unbelievable. I am not sure if I can really fully comprehend such a thing. I mean this could be a spectacular ploy. Just think, someone could have dug up extensive amount of research, used countless of dollars to do plastic surgery to operate and make himself look like they had similar features. For all I know he could have all this legitimate fake documentation ready to throw in my face and make me believe. I'm nearly eighteen and it wouldn't surprise me that someone would swoop in and pretend that we are related all to get my inheritance I think. A shame what money does to people. My bright blue eyes watch him carefully as he remains sitting there calmly unfazed at all by the yelling and screaming going on. I am starting to develop a headache and I cannot help but pinch my brow with my fingers, wishing this pressure would bring relief, but it doesn't. I need to get out of here. I just need some fresh air, a place to breathe, a spot to think all these things through. After I shout I notice how quickly everyone grows silent and yet the tension in the air is far too thick.

I lift my head slightly, pulling some of my blonde tendrils out of my azure eyes, scanning the silent and fuming Hartfords before they settle on Azraels'. I hear the softness in his voice and I turn my lithe frame in his direction giving him my undivided attention. As he pulls out a faded and well-worn photograph from his pocket I take it gently, careful to not tear it, as I look over. It is shocking at first to see numerous people with shockingly pale-blonde hair all at one sitting. Father had dark brown hair and yet somehow I was blessed to keep Mother's blonde hair. As I look at the faces I can see how it is obvious that I carry some of their traits. I crane my head closer to Azrael as he speaks softly as he introduces me to my family. I know the name Hadrian it was recognizable, but Mother didn't talk too much about her family. I guess when most of the members of your family are gone you don't necessarily talk about them. As I steady my eyes on the boy with the unruly kept hair and my eyes widen slightly. I quickly look back at Azrael, and then again at the photograph, clearly shocked that a boy could look so much like his own flesh and blood form long ago. Yet when I turn the photograph over and see that the name is Alekai I cannot help, but flip the picture over again. I do not ask questions. I am still stunned. As he explains why he looked so eerily similar in the photograph I am baffled that he cannot physically resemble his age. Unable to speak what was racing through my mind I hand him the photograph and allow him to fold it back and return it to his wallet. As he speaks with the Hartfords again I can hear the wail of police sirens in the background, most likely coming for him, because we live in a neighborhood where a police shows up at your door is so very scandalous. When Azrael looks at me I keep my eyes locked on his for a moment and when he looks away from me I speak softly, finding my voice cracked.

"I would like to learn about my family...and my Uncle."

Indeed I would. I noticed how he looked at me and the worn-out photograph, how his golden eyes lacked luster and held an abundant amount of agony. He seemed lost, like me, and well he is family now â€" I guess. I hear the knock on the door and the silhouette of the police officer. Clearly this family reunion is going to end in two different ways. I know I do not want to stay here any longer and yet I am afraid to trust my long lost Uncle. I might, one day, but it will take a lot of time. His snide comment seems to push me back to my old self and I quickly get up and make my way towards him. My sharp voice holds a little bit of that fire that I keep tightly locked in as I place my hands on my hips, ignoring how the Hartfords screamed for me to come back.

"I just found out I have a last living family member that apparently has been to the Fountain of Youth. I'm coming, I'm coming."

Suddenly the silhouette of the police officer seemed to gain a twin and partner, because all of a sudden the wide double doors were broken into. I stand there wide eye as I find myself stairing down three barrels â€" each office pointing a gun at me and Azrael. Bright eyes slide towards Azrael as I mutter softly to him.

"So...now what?"

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable