I crammed my entire childhood into a backpack the color of traffic cones and regret. Comics? Stacked like Jenga in a hurricane. Books? Dog-eared survivors of a hundred bedtime sieges. Toothbrush—because even future legends get gingivitis. A linty army of vending-machine trinkets, one sock that absolutely isn't mine, and enough gummy worms to sedate a small dragon. Somehow the zipper closed without filing a restraining order. I gave it a proud little pat, like, "Good boy, you've contained the chaos—now let's go weaponize it."
I ninja-tip-toed into the hallway—cream walls, suspiciously quiet, the kind of quiet that says everyone's pretending they're not eavesdropping. There they stood: my personal Greek chorus. Mom—eyes shimmering like she'd already bookmarked the funeral scene. Dad—arms crossed, face set to "mystic brick wall." Siblings vibrating with enough energy to power a small theme park. Basically a row of human confetti cannons waiting for me to sneeze.
I swallowed what felt like a golf ball wearing a sweater. "So, yeah, I'm… leaving the nest. Don't burn it down while I'm gone."
Mom shook her head. "Don, this morning you said you were 'okay' and I swear Jupiter's moons filed for emotional damage."
I tried to laugh; it came out like a chicken gagging. "Mom, I'll be—"
She pressed a finger to my lips. "Shh. If you say 'okay' again the universe will unionize."
Dad finally unfolded his arms, looking like a statue that just remembered it has tear ducts. "Iris Town will chew you up, spit you out, and ask for dental records. But if you're set on being masticated—go be the tastiest hero they've ever chomped."
Roger that, Paternal Unit.
I cranked the door handle, heart drumming death-metal solos on my ribs. Turned back, flashed the grin of someone who's 70% confident, 30% caffeine. "Later, nerds. Try not to miss me more than Netflix."
Outside, the sky had switched to dramatic gold filter—totally gratuitous, 10/10 cinematography. I flexed my wings; purple lightning did the Electric Slide across them. Then—KABOOM—I rocket-launched myself skyward, leaving a shockwave that rearranged a few clouds and one unfortunate pigeon. Below, the Enchanted City glittered like a Vegas piñata filled with dragons and Wi-Fi. My family waved so hard I felt the breeze at 300 feet. Chest: tight. Eyes: misty. Ego: ballooning. Let's ride.
I loop-de-looped around a skyscraper, nearly collided with a cybernetic Uber dragon, and screamed, "WOO-HOO! TEN-YEAR-OLD COMIN' IN HOT!" because dignity is for people with fully developed prefrontal cortexes.
Train station. Yellow bullet-on-rails looking like a Twinkie on steroids. I dive-bombed, skidded across the platform (sparks: cinematic; ankles: questioning life choices). Slid into a seat, headphones on, world blurred into a time-lapse of neon spaghetti. Inside my chest: butterflies on espresso. Outside: cool as a popsicle in sunglasses.
Iris Town spilled open at night like a jewelry box moonlighting as a fairy tale. Cobblestones, glowy cottages, mountains wearing star glitter—basically Disney drank too much kombucha. A suit-clad greeter appeared, bowing like I was a walking IPO. "Mr. Celestianite, your charmed suffering begins now. Shall we?"
Kids froze mid-tag, parents paused mid-lecture, shopkeepers emerged like meerkats. Whisper-network activated: "That's the ten-year-old with the cosmic glow-stick stuck in his DNA." I waved like a halftime-show T-rex.
He led me to a navy-blue house squatting like a loyal bulldog. Door creaked open—cue the choir of destiny. I stepped inside, wonder bubbling up my esophagus. Walls smelled of fresh paint and imminent plot twists.
I dropped my ridiculous pumpkin backpack, hands on hips, grinning like I'd just hacked adulthood. "Alright, Iris Town. Let's see what you've got. And if you're mean to me, I'm telling my mom."
***
TWO MONTHS LATER
Life didn't explode right away, which was honestly weird. I thought moving to Iris Town would feel like stepping straight into constant action—like every second would be a boss fight and every corner had some dramatic slow-motion moment waiting. But for a while, it wasn't like that at all. It was quiet. Not boring quiet, just… breathing quiet. The kind where the world lets you settle in before it decides to test you.
And me? I filled that quiet with one thing: Power.
I was obsessed. Every single day after school, I'd drop my bag like it owed me money, flop onto the couch, and immediately start hunting for anything—anything—with Power in it. News clips, battle footage, interviews where he tried to sound humble but still looked like a walking thunderstorm pretending to be human. Even those over-the-top action shows that turned his fights into borderline mythology. It didn't matter. If he was on screen, I was locked in—like locked locked. Eyes glued, brain recording, heart racing.
I wasn't just watching. I was studying.
Every movement. Every decision. Every moment where he didn't hesitate. Because that's what stuck with me the most—he never hesitated. And me? I hesitated all the time.
So yeah, cue the montage.
I'd be in my room struggling through push-ups while a replay of Power absolutely demolishing a Lunaranite played in the background. My arms would start shaking halfway down before I just collapsed, groaning into the floor like, "This is character development… I think…" Then I'd be outside in the backyard, fists glowing faintly, trying to focus my energy the way he did—only to accidentally blast a gust of wind that sent leaves flying everywhere and knocked over a trash can. "…Nailed it."
Sometimes I'd pause slow-motion footage of one of his kicks, rewind it ten times, then get up and try to copy it—only to immediately slip and land flat on my back. "…Okay but the form was there." Other times, I'd just sit cross-legged, staring at the screen like it was some sacred text, muttering, "Yo… that's gonna be me one day." And for a second? I actually believed it.
Then came the drawings. Notebook pages filled with his emblem over and over again—messy at first, then cleaner, then sharper. Like if I drew it enough, I could understand it. Like if I understood it, I could become it.
And then it stopped being a hobby. It turned into something heavier.
I wanted to get into Insane Middle School. Not just because it was the best, but because it was where heroes started—where people like Power didn't just show up, they were made. But the tuition? Yeah, that hit like a final boss with no checkpoint.
So I worked. Hard.
I did yard work until my arms felt like noodles. Took out trash like I had a personal vendetta against garbage. Ran deliveries, picked up odd jobs, helped anyone who needed anything. Every coin I earned felt small, but it stacked. And every time I thought about quitting, I pictured Power—standing there, unshaken, unstoppable—and I kept going. Because I didn't just want to admire him. I wanted to stand next to him.
That night, Iris Town felt peaceful. Lanterns glowed softly, kids laughed somewhere down the street, and the stars overhead looked like they were flexing on the entire universe. I was in my room unpacking the last few things, trying to figure out where anything even went. It felt normal. Almost too normal.
Then the ground shook.
At first, it was small—like the world just flinched. Then it hit again, harder, a deep rumble crawling through the ground and into my bones. My hands froze. The windows rattled. Somewhere outside, a dog started howling, then another, then a whole chorus of them.
My chest tightened. "…No way…"
And then I saw them.
Shadows. Massive. Wrong. Stretching across the ground like something out of a nightmare. I ran to the window, and my breath caught in my throat.
Dragons. Black and violet. Diving from the sky like the night itself had teeth. The Lunaranites.
"TO ARMS!" one of them roared, its voice shaking the air itself.
And just like that, everything broke.
People screamed, doors slammed, footsteps pounded as everyone ran, scattered, tried to escape. Kids cried, parents shouted—pure chaos. And me? I just stood there, frozen. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard it hurt, my hands shaking as my brain screamed one thing over and over.
Run. You're not ready. You're just a kid. You're gonna get hurt. You can't do this.
I took a step back… then stopped.
Because underneath all that fear, there was something else. Something small, but loud enough to hear.
Be like Power.
I closed my eyes for half a second, then opened them.
"HEY! STAY BACK, WILL YA?!" I shouted.
The entire street froze.
Every citizen below turned toward me as the wind whipped against my hoodie. My fists clenched at my sides while my heart hammered so hard it felt like it was trying to punch through my ribs.
The Lunaranites slowly turned toward me.
Their glowing eyes narrowed into cold glares the second they locked onto my glistening violet eyes.
My wings snapped open behind me.
Even though fear was already crawling up my spine, I forced myself to glare back.
Too late to back out now.
"You leave this town alone…" I shouted, my voice echoing through the street. "Or I'm gonna have to make you leave the hard way."
The Lunaranites cracked their necks.
Cracked their fists.
Then—
BOOMTH!
Every single one of them launched forward at once, blasting into the sky straight toward me.
My eyes widened.
"Oh crap—"
I shot forward too, celestial energy exploding around my body as I rocketed over the terrified citizens below.
BAM!
My fist slammed straight into one Lunaranite's face.
BAM!
I uppercutted another directly into the air so hard blood sprayed from his mouth.
"OH YEAH!" I yelled.
The Lunaranite crashed into the ground and rolled violently through the dirt while I landed hard, sliding across the street.
"I DID IT!"
"AGH!"
My jaw cracked sideways as another Lunaranite's fist slammed into my cheek.
I got hurled straight through a house.
Windows exploded around me.
Wood shattered.
Dust blasted everywhere.
But I burst right back out through the wreckage, celestial energy crackling around my fist.
"HERE WE GO AGAIN!"
I fired a blast of celestial energy at another Lunaranite.
The blast was messy. Wild. Completely unrefined.
But the explosion still sent him flying backward through the air.
I lunged at another one with a punch—
Missed.
Barely dodged an uppercut—
Then immediately took a knee straight to the chest.
"OOF—!"
BAM!
A backhand smashed into my face so hard I got launched through the air and crashed through another house.
Bricks exploded outward.
Debris collapsed around me.
I slowly pushed myself up from the rubble, gritting my teeth as blood dripped from my nose. One hand clutched my chest where the knee strike landed.
"Damn…" I coughed. "You guys are STRO—"
BAM!
A Lunaranite dropped from above and hooked me straight across the jaw.
I got launched across town, smashing through building after building like a ragdoll.
Before I could even recover, another Lunaranite appeared above me and slammed both clenched fists directly into my chest.
BOOOOOOM!
I crashed into the ground hard enough to send a shockwave tearing through Iris Town.
The street cracked beneath me.
Dust erupted into the sky.
For a second—
I couldn't breathe.
I slowly staggered back to my feet, clutching my stomach while the citizens watched in horror.
Then the Lunaranites surrounded me.
All of them.
My breathing became frantic.
My thoughts spiraled.
I lost control of the fight.
I swung punches wildly—
Missed.
Got uppercutted in return.
I tried to kick another one—
Missed again.
A Lunaranite grabbed my leg, spun once, then hurled me across town.
I crashed through a train set in the middle of the park, metal screeching apart as I tumbled through mulch and dirt.
I staggered up fast and fired another blast of celestial energy.
It completely missed.
The blast slammed into a nearby building instead—
BOOOOM!
The entire structure exploded in a massive celestial detonation.
My eyes widened.
"Oh no…"
Then I looked forward—
A Lunaranite was already rocketing toward me with his claws spread wide open.
SNATCH!
His hand clamped around my neck.
My feet instantly lifted off the ground.
Higher.
Higher.
I grabbed at his wrist while staring directly into his face—
Jagged teeth.
Sharp glowing eyes.
Pure hatred.
"I'll…" I choked out. "Defeat you…"
The Lunaranite laughed.
Mocking.
Cold.
"Really?" he sneered. "You think you're a Hero?"
BAM!
Pain exploded through my body.
I coughed blood as his fist drove straight into my gut.
My eyes bulged.
All the air left my lungs instantly.
He dropped me.
I slammed into the ground, bleeding from my face while groaning and trying not to cry out from the pain ripping through my stomach.
"Geez…" I muttered weakly.
The other Lunaranites slowly surrounded me.
Yeah.
I was cooked.
One of them raised his claw high above his head, ready to drive it straight through my skull while I clutched my gut in agony—
FWOOOOOSH!
A streak of blue tore across the battlefield like lightning deciding to become a person.
Everything stopped.
The air itself shifted.
Hope crashed into the scene like it had been waiting for its entrance.
Power landed hard.
Like a comet punching into the earth.
BOOOOM!
The ground shattered beneath his feet as his blue aura erupted around him—bright, overwhelming, impossible to ignore.
And just like that?
The fight changed.
Completely.
He moved effortlessly.
No wasted movement.
No panic.
No hesitation.
Every strike landed perfectly.
Every hit devastating.
Lunaranites dropped one after another like they were nothing more than obstacles in his path instead of the monsters that had just destroyed me.
The citizens erupted into cheers.
"POWER!"
"POWER!"
"POWER!"
I hovered weakly above the broken street, breathing hard, bruised, shaking—
Watching.
Because this…
This was what I wanted to become.
Not just strong.
Certain.
Unbreakable.
Power finished the last Lunaranite with one final crushing blow.
Silence fell across the street.
Smoke curled through the air.
The danger was gone.
Just like that.
"Thank you, citizens of Iris Town," Power said calmly, as if he hadn't just saved the entire town in under a minute.
Then—
He turned toward me.
And suddenly…
I felt small again.
Not pathetic.
Not worthless.
Just…
Aware.
Aware of how far I still had to go.
Power stepped closer.
"You fought well, kid," he said quietly.
Not for the crowd.
For me.
"Real well. You've got the spark of a Hero."
Then he held out his fist.
I stared at it for half a second too long before finally bumping it with mine.
My hand was shaking.
And the second our fists touched—
Something hit me harder than any punch I'd taken all day.
Warmth.
Relief.
Pride.
Hope.
Because it wasn't just that he saved the town.
It wasn't just that I survived.
It was the fact that I still showed up.
Even terrified.
Even completely outmatched.
Even when I wasn't ready.
And somehow…
That mattered.
He noticed me.
And for the first time since arriving here—
I felt like maybe…
Just maybe…
I was finally on the right path.