"The humans haven't been fighting just the kaiju. The sirens have a few issues with mankind as well. Yeah, you heard me: sirens. Beautiful creatures who live underwater, fins and all, with voices so beautiful, they can be deadly. See that woman, the one with hair like water and yellow eyes? The most beautiful of the sirens and who appears to be the leader of the sirens? That's Atalante, queen of the sirens. Legend says that when she was a little baby, she emitted a scream so loud that she melted her mother and father's faces in an instant. Do I believe that? Yes I do. Oh, and see that man who isn't running from the sirens like everybody else, but running towards them? That's Arthur Winston, one of the world's greatest heroes. You see, Arthur and Atalante aren't just two of the biggest figures in history, they're also...my parents."
Dad poured out a bowl of cereal and handed it to me as he tried to consult me, "You're not a freak, Nerin." I rolled my eyes as I replied, "Dad, I have yellow eyes! YELLOW eyes! Who else do you know has yellow eyes?" Dad only answered, "Your mother." I rolled my eyes and continued with my ranting. "And my hair! You can call it teal, you can call it seaweed, but...let's face it...it's green." I slammed the cabinet door shut and sat across from Dad. Dad sighed and said, "Nerin, your mother may be a siren, but that doesn't have any effect as to who you are. Just remember that, and the fact that every other girl has problems of their own, and you'll do just fine." He kissed me on the forehead as the doorbell rang. Dad went to answer it while I finished my cereal. I heard Dad calling, "Ah! Margaret! It's been too long!" But I didn't care. I just went upstairs, finished getting ready for the day, and went back downstairs, only to find that Dad was accompanied by a beautiful woman with dark auburn hair and brown eyes and a teenage boy. This teenage boy looked very strange though. He had orange skin, amber eyes, and weird marks on his neck, as if he had scales. Dad saw me and said,
"Ah, Nerin! I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine! Nerin, this is Margaret Rosenblatt and her son Duncan." No way. There was no way that the orange dude was related to this beautiful woman. But, then again, people are often confused as to how Dad and I are related, seeing as we don't look like we're related at all either, so I guess I shouldn't be complaining. I shook hands with both Margaret and Duncan, although Margaret seemed very surprised and angry at me. Deciding to put Margaret's glare behind me, I sat next to Duncan as Margaret and Arthur continued to catch up on old times. Both Duncan and I sat across from our respective guardians, bored out of our minds, until Duncan said to me, "So, uh, when did you and your dad move here?" I only answered, "Just a week ago." Duncan nodded and we both fell in silence again.
Finally, Margaret sighed and asked Dad, "Arthur, can I ask you something?" Margaret glared at me and then looked back at Dad. Dad seemed to get the message and nodded. Both adults walked out of the kitchen and closed the door to the living room. Duncan and I looked over at each other, confused.