DCSHG: The Strongest Spirit

Chapter 1: The Journey Begins

Some may say that where strength comes from is all in a matter of perspective, and that can interpreted in many ways. For instance, strength is separated by three paths, Physical, Mental and Spiritual. One can be a master of a singular path, but in time, only few become master of them all. This is the story of one of the few...

It was an early morning in the city of Metropolis, when a bus came rolling into town. On the boss was a young man, a teenage with a healthy, muscular physique. He had tan skin, shirt brown hair and eyes, and was wearing a teal track jacket over a plain white t-shirt, black jeans and grey converse shoes. And despite being 17, he was quite tall at 6'5ft tall. He had come to Metropolis to start over, after leaving a place that gifted him with special powers he didn't know he had. He was told that he could learn more, but they were things he had to learn on his own, and that his journey began with a place of heritage, and that place happened to have been Metropolis.

Bus Driver:"End of the line, big guy."

Saying nothing, the man picked up a black backpack and began to walk off the bus and into the streets of Metropolis. He was in a broken down neighborhood, but that's where he wanted to be, as he journey began here. He walked down the street until he arrived at an old brick building. It used to be a gym, and according to his intel, his Old Man used to own this place. And now, it'll serve as...

?:"(deep voice)...Home."

Taking a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and headed inside. It was dark, but at the flick of a switch, he was relieved to see that the lights still worked...

(FLICKER)

Sort of. Looking around, he saw that it was mostly a gym for combat, being how their punching bags and dummies, boxing gloves hanging by the walls and even a ring for sparring. But more than that, there was a sledge hammer by the corner of the ring and other blunt weapons hanging from the walls, along with...a shotgun? He knew little about his father's history, but he did know it was shady. He also knew that he was sent here for a reason, so he couldn't complain. Pulling at his shirt's collar, he looked at the symbol that was at the center of his chest. A Triskele, a symbol of strength from Celtic Origin; where he had gun, he had earned that symbol through hard work and he knew was sent for a good reason. He wasn't gonna let anything go to waste as he walks upstairs to see an old bedroom. Opening a window, he fanned at the room until he was sure that could sleep there comfortably. Despite the day just starting, it was a long trip and he had been awake for three days. Hitting the hay, he wondered would bring and the next thing on his mind...was furthering his education.

Teacher:"Alright class, listen up!"

It was another typical day for Metropolis High School. Sitting bored in a classroom a Kara Danvers as she couldn't be bothered to pay attention to what the teacher had to announce.

Teacher:"We have a new student joining us today. Please welcome Damon Cruiser."

Kara could feel vibrations at her desk as she picked her head up and a shadow loomed over her and the rest of the class. Damon was the guy who showed up in Metropolis yesterday, as from everyone's perspective, he was huge. He was tall, muscular, looked like he could take Doris Zuel in a fight, but he had a rather neutral look on his face as he walked over to an open desk. The kids felt their own desks shake with each step he took before he sat down, the chair and desk practically being too small him. As the Teacher went on with what he was talking about, Kara couldn't help but focus her attention towards Damon, who could tell she was staring at him.

Damon:"...What?"

Kara:"How old are you?"

Damon:"Seventeen."