Something extremely fast streaked across the ocean, one hundred meters off the shore of Amnesty Bay, Maine. It was early in the morning and no one was on the beach. The streak gradually began to arc away from it's trajectory, parallel to the beach and began to head towards the sand. In only a matter of moments it had reached the shore and was walking out of the clear blue water. The sun had just come up and the sky was a mix of blue and orange. The young man who was the thing that had been swimming at super human speeds picked up his towel and began to dry his tight abdomen and pectorals. As he wiped the towel over his face, the cellphone that he had left on the sand began to ring. A look of fear and uncertainty came over the young, twenty year old's face. His long blond hair was ringing wet and he seemed a little flustered. The young man pressed a small touch screen button on the phone and held it to his ear. "Dad," the young man began, "how is she?"
"Arthur, she's taken a turn for the first. The doctor's say that we should say our last goodbyes," his father said.
Arthur felt a tear role down his cheek from his eye and into the corner of his mouth. "I'll be right there," Arthur reassured him father as he wiped a tear away from his face hung up the phone.
Arthur Curry ran down the sterile hall of the Amnesty Bay Hospital. All around him were nurses and doctors, and family members of people who had been admitted to the hospital. Arthur slowed his run to a jog as he reached the door that his mother and father were standing behind. After taking a deep breath, he opened the door and saw his mother laying down in a hospital bed, with her husband, Tom Curry sitting in a chair next to her. Tom had gray hair and a goatee of the same color and was holding his wife's hand softly. Arthur walked over to his mother and held the opposite hand to the one that his father was holding. "Oh Atlanta," Tom said to the wife who had saved him all those years ago, "I'll always love you".
Atlanta just managed to get out the words, "I love you too Tom".
She then turned her head and looked at twenty-two year old son, Arthur Curry. "I'm sorry Arthur," she said weakly.
Arthur was confused, "Sorry? Sorry for what?"
"Sorry, for not telling you the truth. All those years when you were growing up and discovering your powers, I told you that I had no idea, that it must have been an act of God. It was all a lie, I new exactly how where your powers came from".
Tom Curry looked just as surprised as his son, "Atlanta, what are you talking about?"
"I lied to you too Tom," she began, "It all started 30 years ago. I was the next in line to be queen of the lost city of Atlantis. I was forced into a marriage with a member of the Royal Honor Guard. We had a son, Orm. However, because of my interest and continuous visits to the surface world, I was banished. I was swimming into shore when I saw your father. I saved him from drowning and we fell in love. We had you and you had all of my powers".
She took one final breath and then closed her eyes. Beep. The machine that regulated her pulse flat lined. Arthur closed his eyes and a tear rolled down his cheek as he laid his head down on the chest of his now deceased mother.