Save A Hero

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Prologue

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It's early Saturday morning, and you wake up to a silver wall staring you in the face. At first, this confuses you. Your room doesn't have silver walls, right?

You turn around to face the rest of your room, only to discover that you're not alone. Five other teenagers are in the room with you, sitting on their beds, playing video games, or seemingly cooking in the tiny kitchen off to the left.

You frown, thinking to yourself, 'Why am I here? Where is here?'

Then you remember.

Today's your first day at TSA, as the newest agent.

And the teenagers around you? Superheroes.

You recognize the punk-styled black-haired girl who goes by Thalia (whose bright blue eyes seriously intimidate you) pulling out clothes to change into for the day.

Silena, a pretty girl with long black hair and brown eyes, is the girl in the kitchen, smiling over at a boy who's sitting at the table- you immediately recognize him as Beckendorf.

Two boys who look like twins, though you know that they're not, are shoving each other as they race each other on a video game. The Stoll brothers.

Silena smiles at you when she sees you awake. "Morning, Agent A! Ready for your first day at the TSA?"

You give her a small smile. "I suppose. And what's with the agent name? A?"

Beckendorf chuckles. "Hestia came in here earlier, and told us to give you this." He tosses a small card, the same size as a credit card.

You catch it, and glance over the words:

Agent Archários

Official Agent in Training of the TSA (Teenage Superhero Agency)

And in the top right corner, a small picture of you- at least it's better than your yearbook photo.

"Cool." You glance up at Silena and Beckendorf. "But what does Ar... Arch-"

"What does 'Archários' mean?" Silena finishes with a smile. "Apparently it means 'novice' in Greek. According to Hestia, at least."

You remember Hestia from the day before; a young woman in what seemed to be her early twenties with brown hair and warm brown-orange eyes. She had been the woman to show you around the agency once they had offered you a job. She had dropped you off in this room the evening before with a promise to return in the morning.

As if on cue, a knocking sound came from the little door beside the kitchen, and a voice calls, "Team Íroas? May I come in?"

"Come on in, Hestia," Thalia calls, now dressed in a T-shirt reading 'Death to Barbie', ripped jeans, and a silver bracelet on her wrist.

The door opens, and Hestia steps in. "I've got a new mission for you."

Travis, the older of the two Stoll brothers, gasps and spins around from his place on the couch so he is facing Hestia. "A mission? Really?"