[ WP ] Retell the origin of a superhero , but reveal the hero at the end of the story .

I lurched from my sleep a week after my fourteenth birthday. Had I been dreaming? Of course I had. What was it? *Of course*. It's the same one, over and over again as monotonous as the soft tick of the clock that sat beside me, telling me that morning had arrived. The memories of the dream, and all of the identical ones before it, came flooding back now and there was little I could do to stop the images. The intense burning that started in my chest... a fire within my heart that may have only started as embers but took no time in becoming a frightening inferno. Then it raced to my throat. It sat there for a little while as if it knew that there was little left to travel before it would consume my body. It taunted me. Screaming did little to halt the burning. All of a sudden, the heat would rise to my eyes and I would be blinded by a light, its brightness as intense as the pain. 
 
 That's where the dream would end. My eyes would open and the familiar window would reveal the familiar blue sky. The dreams became little more than memories and I would continue the day as if nothing had happened. However, this morning was different. The embers had lept from the world of slumber into the world of the living. The heat is real... I'm sure of it. I clutched my chest as my breathing increased in both frequency and depth. Panic. I had felt it before but never like this. 
 
 The heat made the leap from my chest into my throat. It taunted me, this time free from the constraints of the dream world. I screamed. As expected, it did little to alleviate the pain. Then the leap came. It was the same as it was many times before. The leap... like an approaching storm... I knew it would come yet I could do little to prevent it. The heat clutched my eyes and the familiar bright light suddenly poured into the room. The reality of being awake seemed to magnify the pain as my eyes felt as if they were pressed against a flame. There was the sound of thunder and explosions as the burning continued for what seemed like an eternity. Then... silence. 
 
 I had closed my eyes and the burning had stopped, the darkness served a great respite from the light. When the commotion had settled I could distinguish some faint breathing... my own? No. Mother's. 
 
 `` S-s-cott?'' She managed to stammer out, obviously shaken up... but by what? I could not see what I had done. 
 
 Minutes passed but I did n't answer. I did n't dare open my eyes. I did n't even want to move. Just one thought... one name... raced through my mind. Only one person could help me... 
 
 *Charles Xavier*
