I poked at the fire with a stick, watching sparks drift skyward. My son, Ethan, lounged across from me, his face half-lit in the flames, eyes bright with the wild energy of youth. We’d come out here to escape the noise of life, just the two of us, father and son, sharing stories beneath the endless sky. There was a quiet peace in the air, the kind that makes you believe anything is possible.

Ethan jumped to his feet, eyes wide. "Did you see that, Dad? That was insane!" I nodded, heart pounding in my chest. Curiosity and adrenaline pushed us both to grab our flashlights and plunge into the woods, following the acrid scent of scorched earth and shattered branches.

We approached the meteorite, drawn by a force we couldn’t explain. The air around it shimmered, distorting the world like a fever dream. Ethan reached out first, his hand trembling, and I followed, unable to resist the pull. The moment our fingers brushed the surface, a surge of energy ripped through us—a blinding flash, an impossible weightlessness—and then, nothing but darkness.

We woke sprawled inside our tent, gasping for air. My body felt wrong—powerful, electric, as if every muscle had been rewired. Ethan stared at his hands, flexing them with awe. "Dad, I feel… different. Stronger. Like I could lift a mountain." I grinned, a wild, giddy sensation bubbling up. We tested our strength, stunned as we bent steel tent poles and leapt skyward, floating above the treetops like superheroes from a comic book.

We discovered more each day: flight, invulnerability, the thrill of soaring through clouds with Ethan laughing at my side. We raced hawks, crashed through river rapids, and stood unscathed beneath falling trees just to feel invincible. The world was suddenly limitless, and for the first time in years, I felt young again—alive in a way I’d forgotten.

We spent long nights crafting our identities, laughing at each other’s designs. The tights were a little skimpy—a bold choice—but we both agreed they looked strong, confident, and a little rebellious. "You know, Dad, I never thought we’d be the type to wear something like this," Ethan joked, posing with mock bravado. I chuckled, admiring the way the costumes hugged our new forms, symbolizing the bond we shared and the adventure that awaited.

We stood side by side, ready for whatever the world might throw at us. The meteorite had changed us, but it had also brought us closer than ever—father and son, united by fate and newfound power. As we leapt into the sky, hearts pounding with hope, I realized our story was just beginning, and together, there was nothing we couldn’t face.