Algar Waterlow's Questioning his Ancestry. Ancestral Wrath

As Algar had came from the shower after his long sparring with his sister. He would put on his usual wear and  laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He kept on calling Johnathan his father. But in honest truth. Was he really his father?

Algar had been thinking about this since the day he was adopted. Was it alright for him to call someone like Johnathan his father. After all, Johnathan did give Algar his last name Draconis. Switching from Starsnow, his mothers name, to Draconis felt strangefully odd to himself. Whenever he introduced himself to others. He tended to mix up his last name and would have to correct himself after noticing that he had said Starsnow instead of his newly found name.

But since his last name was now legally Draconis according to his 'Father' and sister. Who is the man who originally created him? What what he be to him if he were ever to come back to him? What would he call him? What would he say to him? It would be only natural for him to call the man who created him with his passing mother, Dad. But if he did that, what would Johnathan be? Who would be the respectful father in his life? How would Algar even react to the man who created him be if he had ever met him? Would it be full of joy? or brute anger? But he knew that it would probably depend on where and how he would reunite with the man who created him. . . .

Soon annoyed with all these thoughts ragining on in his mind. Algar would grasp at his head and yell "Aarrrrghhhh! why why why!" The question had always been on his mind.

Who was he?

All he knew was that his 'Father' is Johnathan Draconis, Mother was Emilia Starsnow, Sister is Kara Starsnow, and that he had tons of uncles and aunts and cousins. But truly, was he related to all of them? His personality had proven no where close to those that he was "so-called-related-to" and none of them bore his resembalence. His eyes were a bright crystal like blue and his hair bore the resembalence of tree. Being the color tree-brown. No one came close to the resembalnce but his own sister.

So the question that remained on his mind was what are his true origins. Both his mothers and the man that made him were unknown. His mother's family was probably no where close to nobility. But his fathers was something that he could begin to look for. As for he didn't even know where to start.

But then again. Kara. . .

His older sister might know a think or two. Even though she must've been two by the time he was born. Their mother must've told her something about his father. A look, a face structure? A name? Maybe the type of magic he uses? Is he a mage or a sword user? Maybe he could be the few type of people who uses both in battle.

As all of this had floated in his mind. Algar couldn't help himself to not jump out of his bed and run downstairs to see if his sister was there. He didn't want to ask Johnathan due to him being his adoptive father. It would've made their relationship a complete mess. So he could only turn to his sister.

But as Algar had reached downstairs. No one was there but his dad. Soon he questioned his dad about where he could find his sister and upon him answering. He had learned that his sister was in bed. So he was not to disturb him.

Cursing silently he thanked his father for the answer as he made his way back up stairs. He had to find a way to find out his ancestroy. He didn't care how but he needed to know now. It was about time that he would find out who he truly was.

And he would start out by asking his sister. Kara
(Algar Draconis)