Sometimes at dusk we would see him come out from the hidden interior of his island. For years we had no idea who he was or what he did until he appeared in front of us after a blinding flash. I was sitting on a hill, and my whole world went white before I saw an outline of a man. My friends all ran, but I was enthralled by the mystery of what caused the flash. This was the man that lived on the island, who happened to be the center of many scary legends. I ran through these legends in my head as he approached, “He is a serial killer who kills little kids. I had a little brother named Oliver, but he never came off the island.” Another popular one was, “He was a detective that had a high temper and went insane after a criminal wouldn’t crack. Now he believes that all kids are criminals, and he interrogates them on his island.” The man was getting closer and closer to me, and I was trying to decide if I should run. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, and I had decided to stay and see if he noticed me. I scrambled behind a rock, and waited. He stuttered towards me, and he was mumbling to himself, “ How did I mess up my formula? How do I get back to the island?” I felt an itch on my nose, and I tried not to sneeze. The urge to sneeze was too strong, and I blew my cover. The man was just as surprised as I was, and when he found me hiding he asked, “ What did you hear? How long have you been there?” I got up, brushed myself off, and started to stutter because fear overtook me, “ I-I heard s-s-something about y-you and t-t-the island. T-T-There was a b-b-blinding f-flash and I was th-th-thrown back. I saw y-you after the b-b-blinding flash.” He looked at me like I was from another planet. He said, “ Get it together, and come with me to my island.” Soon, a boat appeared out of nowhere. This boat would bring me to the beginning of a new life. I followed the man onto the boat, and he started the motor. He steered the boat straight to island, not wasting any time. He hopped off the boat, and said, “Do you live around here?”. I replied, “Yes, I live in the blue house right over there.” I pointed at my house, and he nodded his head. “You will be able to call your parents, and tell them that you were selected to live on the island.” He stated this in a robotic voice, almost as he said this 1,000 times. He thrust his hands outward, and I was blinded by all the flashing lights. Soon, I would learn that he was a superhero and this was his lair. It looked like an arcade, with all the flashing lights. This was all of his crime-fighting technology. It was as if I was getting a premium tour of The Batcave. At the time, it was the best experience of my life. I would soon learn that he had Artificial Intelligence built into the island, so there was always someone able to help me. The A.I. system was the one who helped me pick out my superhero outfit, which came with the best gear. This saved me from the death-defying situations that the A.I. put me through at a random time throughout the day. The day I first saw the superhero, he was attempting his new teleportation system. I was the one that figured out his mistake, and I became the hero’s sidekick for the next 5 years. One day, exactly six years after I discovered the man, he began to feel ill. Over the course of the next week, he only got worse. On the fourteenth day, the man slowly whispered to me, “You must continue creating superheroes. Carry on my legacy, and you will soon make your own.” Those were his last words. I began to protect the city, and recruit kids from the neighborhood. I perfected the man’s formulas, and I continued to create superheroes. In the end, the old man was right. I had created my own legacy, and I hoped the next generation would do the same.