After several hours of repairing the wreck of their sky ship, the Firebird was back in the air. With Arthur sound asleep on his mattress, the two had absolutely nothing to agonise over. Just as things seemed as though they couldn’t get any better, they did. A bright shooting star fell from the starry sky.
Max casually sat on the deck of their now patched aircraft. He just couldn’t believe it. “We saved a tiger cup, explored an abandoned temple and repaired a sky ship in a couple of hours” M thought to himself. “That, is epic.”
All of a sudden, the Firebird gave an almighty quake. “Max, what was that?!”
“I’m not sure. It just might’ve been the solar engines. There’s barely any light.”
“Ok, maybe solar engines weren’t the best idea M.”
There it was again. The ship shook again. Max’s heart skipped a beat and Arron’s forehead started rapidly sweating.
Abruptly, a hand clutched the port of the Firebird. It pulled itself up onto the deck to reveal it wasn’t a creature, but a figure. Suddenly, it all started making sense for the two. The shooting star earlier was the silhouette’s spacecraft of some sort, and the ship shaking was him or her bashing the ship.
Without a second’s thought, something crazy happened. The mysterious figure unhooded himself. Max froze in shock. “No. It… it can’t be…”
“Max, I’m your father.”
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