My name is Sage Eleanor Wilson. My birthday is June 11th, 1997 and I'm a mutant. I have a two-year-old sister and a sixteen-year-old brother. My mom runs the European branch of Stark Industries and my dad is the head criminal psychologist for the London prison system.

My family (at least on my mom's side) has had powers for as long as humans have recorded history. My dad got his powers from being near an unsafe chemical plant in an electrical storm.

My mom can talk to birds and turn into a bluebird. Due to her mutant abilities, her curly hair is a pretty shade of medium blue. My dad is a low-level telepath and telekinetic. My brother Luke can control water and use it to heal people. My sister Miri hasn't shown any signs of superpowers yet. My dad has a nephew in the US military who doesn't have powers. Dad's American but he came to London for college and never left.

My powers are creating and controlling fire. Mom calls it pyrokinesis. The fire I create is purple, like my hair and eyes.

I guess the exciting part of my story starts when I was twelve. It was early July and my brother and I was riding a bus from school back to London. We attended the Cambridge Catholic Academy of the Arts or CCAA for short. Luke and I were talking about everything that had happened over the school year. Short version: My mom's boss, Tony Stark, had gone missing and when he reappeared, he announced that he was the superhero known as Ironman.

"Why aren't we superheroes?" I asked out of the blue, as the bus crossed a choppy river.

"Like the Incredibles?" Luke replied.

"I hated that movie, but yeah, pretty much."

"You hate a lot of movies."

"Just animated ones."

"Even Wall-E?"

"I'm going to become a superhero when we get home," I announce.

"Wait, you mean today?! You'll be in so much trouble."

"I won't if you're helping me."

"I don't want to be a superhero."

"No, you'll be more like… umm… the Alfred to my Batman."

"What if I don't want to be Alfred."

"What if I tell Ben that you lied about dating Mark."

"When do we start?"

After dinner, I changed into a blue t-shirt, grey jeans, and black sneakers. I replace my red glasses with uncomfortable contacts. I jumped from the balcony outside my room to the one next to it and tapped on the door. Luke stepped outside.

"Do you have your phone?" he asks.

"Of course," I scoff. He hands me a set of Bluetooth earbuds.

"Connect these then call me. It's not as advanced as Batman's tech, but it's what we have."

Once I had the earbuds in and had called Luke's phone, I slid down a tree to the ground and ran towards London. I'm only about half an hour away from home when I pause.

"Luke?" I ask. "How big is London?"

"1,572 square kilometers," my brother replies. I suddenly got an idea.

"Y'know Fire from the Justice League?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm gonna try something."

"What?" Luke asks, before realizing what I meant. "Sage, no!"

I create two violet fireballs on my back and they form into wings. It takes several tries, but before I know it, I'm flying. I let out a yell of excitement.

"That's not safe," my brother remarks. I roll my eyes and fly off.

Eventually, I hear a scream. I soar towards the source of the sound. A mugger is holding a woman at gunpoint in a dark alley. I land between them and the mugger's gun bursts into purple flames.

"Who… Who are you?" the woman asks timidly. I haven't thought of a codename, so I just fly off. That night, I stop a few more muggers before Luke calls me home.

"Where's Dad?" I yawn as I enter the kitchen the next morning.

"He went to work early," Mom replied. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Cereal is fine," I say, pouring myself a cup of tea.

"You sure? I can make you something." My mom is a terrible cook. She's never made anything edible in her entire life.

"I just really feel like cornflakes," I lie. I hate cornflakes, but they're better than anything my mom could make.

A few minutes later, when Mom, Miri, Luke, and I are eating breakfast together, a severely incriminating news report comes on.

"Late last night, a strange girl with long, purple curls was spotted stopping several muggers. According to eyewitness reports, she was out from around seven to eleven p.m. and is somewhere in her teens. Is this young woman a protector of the people or simply a child playing 'hero'. Next up, London Mayor Sarah Willes is still lobbying hard for a mutant registration program."

I rush to turn the tv off.

"Thanks," Mom said. "If I have to hear one more thing about our racist mayor, I'll explode from anger. I'm going to drop Miri off at daycare then I'm going to work. I'll be back for lunch. Don't get into trouble."

"Bye mom, love you," Luke and I chorused.

"Love you too," Mom replied, picking up Miri and heading out the door. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"I thought we were doomed for a second," I said.

"You would be doomed," Luke disagreed. "I stayed in my room all night." I stuck my tongue out at him. "Okay, that's immature."

"Says the person who still refuses to eat vegetables."

"I don't do that."

"I'll agree to your obviously very false statement if you drive me to the mall."