Spectacular World

Green Wolf's Request

Fifteen years ago...

"P!" He could barely keep his eyes open as he heard his dad's voice. "P, stay with me! You have to stay awake."

"Dad?"

He barely managed to crack his eyes open. He could see his dad dragging him across the battlefield with gritted teeth. His dad was never a warrior. Not like his mom. The man wasn't even a Super. Just a normal human who Fairy Queen happened to find good-looking. It had been easy for his mom to use her powers on that simple-looking man and make his father hers.

Now that the man carried him, he realized. That man held onto him as if it were the only thing he could do. He began to wake up fully, and he looked around, groaning. Whatever city they had ended up in was gone. Only a few buildings were left standing. Most of it was just ash now.

Heroes stood, their uniforms torn, all staring up toward the sky. The same went for any other villain. None of them were fighting anymore. They all just stared up in either horror, acceptance, or fear. Dozens were injured, and bodies upon bodies from both sides had been piled together.

Ash rained from the sky, and the planet shook. The sun was no longer visible, swallowed up by an inky black void. It had gone cold, cold enough to freeze several people to death; then it would suddenly become hot, enough heat to ignite others. Lightning rained upon the planet, and fire swallowed up entire cities.

As it stood, the world was coming to an end.

No one bothered to stop his dad as he dragged his injured son out of the field of ash. They seemed to be in a desert, though the sand was now coated in dozens of layers of snow and ice.

"Are you awake, P?"

"Yeah." He groaned. "I'm fine, Dad." He pulled himself out of his dad's arm and stumbled to his feet, shaking his head. "What happened? I remember we were on the battlefield, and the Emperor, he..."

"He blew it up." His dad's voice was hollow. The man's eyes had sunken in, filled with defeat. "He blew up the city. Not just that city. Every city. It didn't matter who owned it. Villains, heroes, Supers, or humans. In the end, he needed a way to hurt the man he was fighting emotionally."

A field of gray and corpses, black hellish fire devouring any building that remained standing, and the sobbing of people. They were all dying.

"What do we do, Dad?"

"I don't know." His dad stared up at the black sky.

The world shook with a loud rumble, and the skies began to rip apart, fire crackling down. Anyone that was near them stood and ran as hard as they could, but not his dad and not him. They stared up at the fire as something fell toward the planet. It smashed into the world hard enough to shake everything around them, sending golden lights out in all directions that cut through everything in their way.

The gold reached them, and P screamed as everything exploded in a blast of pure power as the two legends clashed once again, shaking the entire planet. Black and gold danced together, scorching the land, breaking the sound barrier, and expanding the crater. P was flung high into the air, spinning and crashing as the wind violently twisted. His body felt like it was going to pop from the pressure.

Just when he was certain he was about to die, that his head was going to explode, or that he would fall into a pit of black fire, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. "Are you okay?" P wiped at his eyes and stared up at the figure who held him. He wore a golden costume. One that held the symbol of a butterfly on it. A long blue cape flowed behind him in the wind, and the man floated in the air. Golden locks rained down his head, and despite the situation, he held a kind and warm smile on his lips. For the first time in his life, P truly felt safe. "You're okay." The man breathed a sigh of relief as he floated towards the ground, his form causing the black flames to go out, parting them for the boy.