emerson emberstatt, district ten / CB

When his father calls him Champ, he thinks he can do just about anything.

Maybe that's why his mind runs as fast as it does, mile a minute, lips stumbling in the wake of it. One moment he's asking to learn how to play the guitar, the next he wants an easel and a canvas and all the colors of the rainbow on his palette. He's as artistic as anything, with all the pent up energy of a future track star. The main thing is, he just wants to make his parents proud.

Paintings taped to the refrigerator door, performing songs for guests during all the family reunions and birthday parties, learning the ins and outs of Ten's political structure. Well, at least that's what he insists to his schoolyard friends, inheriting all of his father's charm and the mischievous glint in his eyes that they say belongs to his mother. But he doesn't know her as well as he'd like to, which makes him sad, so he quickly turns his attention to a new distraction.

"Hey, Dad? Think I could sign up for swim lessons this summer?"

Hummingbird boy / Achilles reincarnated / prince of the kingdom of the sun.

There are moments where he feels capable of anything. Knows that he is.

And in the shadow,

he wonders if he'll ever be enough.