I was told that I was special. That I was meant for great things. My parents would try to reaffirm that notion every chance they could.

A four-year-old Y/N Kent came into the living room being carried by his father, Clark. He held him up and the boy stretched his arms out as if he is flying.

Sitting on the couch, a pregnant Lois Lane watched and chuckled. Her husband and son also laughed out loud as they continued to play.

Although that was what parents would usually tell their kids just for the sake of it...they really meant it. And they had a reason to.

Y/N was outside playing with his ball. Lois sat on the porch with her infant twins, Jordan and Jonathan.

The boy ended up kicking his ball and it went underneath his mom's car. Y/N bent down but couldn't reach it so he called out for her.

"Ma!"

She noticed him. "In a minute, hun'."

Lois tended to her other children before getting up to see what Y/N wanted. She looked over at her car on the driveway and was in shock at what she saw.

The boy was lifting the car, tilting it so he can try and reach the ball. Y/N seemed to also be surprised at his feat and smiled at Lois.

"Ma!"

She was still in awe. Lois immediately called for her husband.

"Clark!"

In an instant, the man appeared at the door and stepped onto the patio. He glanced at Lois before looking over to the driveway, seeing Y/N demonstrating the superb feat of strength.

Their son kept standing there, holding up one end of the car and beaming.

I was told I was different. That I could do things no ordinary person could. My powers needed to be kept in check and I needed to learn control.

And who else could've been a better fit to teach me than my father...who told me he was Superman.

Y/N sat in front of the television in their living room. The news channel broadcasted the aftermath of Superman's ordeal with androids built by the Toyman. The Intergang member was arrested and the hero waved at reporters before flying away.

The seven-year-old was in awe and smiled at the sight of his father. Lois, having put the twins to sleep, came in and saw her eldest son's reaction. She knew he idolized him and understood his desire to one day help him.

When it was the right time, my dad decided it was time to begin some sort of training. He also wanted me to know our lineage and better understand where we came from.

Clark brought a twelve-year-old Y/N to the Fortress of Solitude. The boy was in awe at his surroundings, seeing all the ice and the sculpted architecture.

His father booted up the AI of Jor-El, his biological father from the planet Krypton. Immediately, Clark introduced Y/N to him.

"Father, this is Y/N...

Clark looked at the boy, pausing for a moment.

"My first son."

I was told about Krypton and how my father, born Kal-El, was sent to Earth moments before its inevitable destruction. I was told about how he was found and adopted by my late grandad, Jonathan, and grandma, Martha, and raised in Smallville.

Once he reached adulthood, Clark went on a sort of sabbatical where he discovered his origins and realized his purpose. While he trained and did all that alone, he told me he'd be by my side through it all.

Y/N zoomed through the valleys of the icy island. Times before, he struggled to fly and would often need help. Now, he was really doing it...and doing it well.

"Woo!" The thirteen-year-old exclaimed.

At the cliffside, Clark watched as his son flew past him. He threw his hands and up cheered, excited at the feats the boy was accomplishing.

"Yeah!"

Y/N finished his final lap and landed beside Clark. He was immediately embraced and the two jumped around.

"I was flying! I can fly!" Y/N exclaimed.

Clark beamed. "Yes, you can!"

It all seemed to be turning out great. I had abilities a man could only dream of. I wanted to be a hero like my father and I was told that in the future, I could.

But, as I got older, what I wanted started to change. Because of what I can do, it kept me from doing things normal kids could. For my safety and others, I was told I couldn't do them.

Y/N sat in the gym helping some classmates make a poster for the club he was in. The middle-schooler looked to his right, seeing some of his friends playing basketball. One scored a layup and cheered amongst his teammates.

He smiled at the sight but his expression quickly fell. Y/N let out an exhale and went back to working on the poster.

For someone my age, that hurt. But my dad said that it was a necessary sacrifice because of my powers. Grandpa Kent had told him the same thing when he was a boy and forbade him from playing sports.

So for the remainder of junior high, I didn't. I kept training with my dad and refining my abilities. All that time had me thinking, and once I was entering high school...I talked with my dad.

"I don't want this to ruin my high school life." The fourteen-year-old said.

Clark spoke. "Y/N—"

"I want to be able to play something. Basketball! I want to be on a team, win with them, cheer with them. I feel like I've been robbed of that."

"You understand why that's a bad idea. If you're not careful enough, you can expose yourself, or worse, maybe even hurt someone."

"Don't worry, Dad. I got it. I'll be careful. I'll be like any other kid on that court."

"But you aren't just any other kid." He interjected. "You have to take this seriously if you really want to end up doing what I do."

Y/N crossed his arms, looking down and then to the side.

"Maybe—Maybe I don't want to." He muttered.

Clark arched a brow. "What?"

After a moment, the boy looked at his dad and spoke clearly.

"I don't want to be you. I want to be my own person. I just want to...be normal."

Clark took in his words. His gaze softened as he put down his crossed arms and went up to the boy. He grabbed both of his shoulders and nodded as if he understood.

I was allowed to be a normal high schooler. I played ball, made friends, did what any other kid would do. I still had my powers but refrained from using them. There was the fear of my dad holding some sort of resentment because I decided to not follow in his footsteps, but that was far from the case.

He was proud that I was responsible and made that decision on my own. He told me that I didn't have to worry as Superman would still be around and be able to handle anything thrown at him.

For my mom, it was honestly a relief. Instead of having to think about how her eldest son would be out there in the near future fighting and risking his well-being, Lois was instead able to enjoy seeing him living a normal teenage life.

The ball went through the net as the buzzer sounded. The Metropolis High Patriots had won the game thanks to the shot by their guard, Y/N Kent.

He ran down the court and was embraced by his fellow teammates, who hopped around and cheered. The people sitting on the bleachers also sounded off, including the Kent family.

Clark cheered and high-fived both Jonathan and Jordan. Lois applauded as she shouted her son's name.

"Woo! That's my baby!" She also exclaimed.

Y/N was in the middle of the group hug made by his teammates. He looked over at the bleachers, seeing his family on their feet with everyone else and cheering. He let out a laugh and smiled as he waved.

I was living my life. I was happy. Once I graduated, I was looking forward to what was ahead of me and my future in Metropolis.

But a couple of weeks later, once I turned eighteen, things changed. Something in my head seemed to trigger and brought me back to my father's fortress. And there...I was left with a revelation.

Y/N acquired a sunstone that was hidden in storage. Some ringing between his ears had drawn him to it even from all the way back at home in Metropolis.

Upon inserting it into the console where he often saw Jor-El's AI, a hologram appeared. It was of a different man, bearing similar Kryptonian attire but with a different symbol on his chest.

"I am Dru-Zod. Descendant of Admiral Dru-Zod and House Zod. General of the forces of Krypton."

Y/N listened to the hologram, only that it wasn't just a recording, it was an AI. The man looked over at the boy and smirked.

"Lor-Zod."

Y/N arched a brow and was stunned at what was before him. He was confused.

"Tha—That's not my name."

"It is, as that is what Ursa and I named you...son."

The teenager was speechless. He stepped back a bit as the Kryptonian AI continued.

"What has that weak-minded fool, Kal-El, told you? Has he kept you in the dark all this time? I sent you to Earth because you have a purpose here...to bring back Kryptonian power and ensure its continuation."

"What?"

"It is up to you, Lor-Zod. You are now an adult. You understand your abilities. No one can stop you in your endeavor. You will save our heritage and the weaklings on his planet will have to stand down. With your power, they will have to kneel before Zod!"

Y/N stayed quiet, still in shock at what he was being told. Dru-Zod continued.

"First, my son, you will have to find the offspring of Zeta-Rho—"

Suddenly, there was a whoosh and Y/N felt the wind behind him. Clark had arrived and saw both his son and the AI.

"Y/N?" He called out.

The teenager didn't say a word as he looked back at his father. Dru-Zod scowled at Clark.

"I told you he'd find his way to me. You thought you can simply hide me. Now he knows his true lineage...his purpose on this planet."

Clark took in a breath and looked at Y/N, who now had his head lowered. The man made his way to the console as Dru-Zod continued to berate him.

"He is not your son, Kal-El, he is mine! He is of House Zod and he will do what you were too much of a coward to do! Krypton will be revived and he will be its—"

Clark immediately took out the sunstone, shutting off Dru-Zod's AI. He held it in his hand as the room fell silent.

Y/N was still looking down. Clark went over to him but the teenager immediately stepped away. Before his father could say anything, Y/N flew out of the fortress.

I was told a lie since birth. I was not Clark Kent's son. I was not born Y/N. I was Lor-Zod, General Dru-Zod's son.

It was a lot to process...and I needed some time away.

Y/N was going to take some summer classes at a college in Fawcett City.

His family dropped him off at the airport. This even included his grandma, Martha, who had something to give him while away.

She handed the gift box to him but told him not to open it until he got all set up at the college. The boy simply nodded in thanks.

His brothers and mom bid farewell to him. Last but not least, Clark did too. Y/N didn't say much during the goodbyes and Lois, Clark, and Martha were the only ones to know why he had been feeling down.

With that, the boy left Metropolis. As the Kents drove back home, Clark was also a bit crestfallen. He thought about his eldest son and how he'd been feeling after the bombshell that was dropped on him weeks ago at the fortress.

Sensing his gloom, Lois reached out and rubbed the man's arm that was holding the wheel. They both understood what Y/N was feeling, but in her head, there was no doubt that the boy still loved them. She wanted to reassure that notion to her husband.

She smiled, and after a moment, Clark reciprocated.

I've been in Fawcett City for a little over a month now, thinking...reflecting...even studying. Being by myself for that time had me contemplating my purpose and what I had to do.

The words from Dru-Zod lingered, mostly in nightmares and moments of doubt. But the words that often broke through and overwhelmed his...were of Clark Kent, my father.

I was told I was special. Not because of my abilities, but because of who I was. I had a heart like my dad, Clark, and passion like my mom, Lois.

But of course, with the powers I had, there was the responsibility that came with it. Being that extraordinary, among many who were ordinary, presented him with a choice...

A young girl was strolling down the sidewalk. Beside her, a scaffolding with some loose beams started to come undone. She heard the creaking and looked to her right, seeing that it was about to fall.

The metal and wood ultimately fell apart, dropping toward her. She shield herself and awaited the worst. It crashed down, the loud clanging of steel and cracking of wood sounding off in the area.

But, after a moment, the girl realized she didn't feel a thing. She looked up, seeing that a young man had shielded her and took all of the impact. They stood in the middle of all the debris and he moved themselves out of it.

Some people nearby watched and were in awe. The girl looked back at the fallen scaffolding and then back at Y/N, beaming. She looked at what he was wearing

"Thanks! I like your shirt."

He looked down, seeing his leather jacket and gray pants that he had on. Underneath the jacket was a black shirt with the red crest of El...the symbol his father also bore.

It was the gift Martha gave him weeks ago.

A/N: Credit for this art goes to the Roysovitch on DeviantArt

"Thanks." He smiled back. "My grandma got it for me."

Y/N instantly zoomed upwards, flying away as the girl and bystanders watched in awe.

I haven't used my powers since then. I often find myself struggling with the choice of living how I've been for years now...or becoming what I was told I could be.

For now, I decided to put a pin in it. I'll continue studying this summer and preparing for the fall semester of college.

But deep inside, I understand that the decision on who I will turn out to be...would have to be resolved sooner than later.