Spectacular World

A War In The Past

It hit them like a truck. The monitors didn't just come to life; they literally beamed the information into their heads. They had been expecting something but not this. It was like they were dreaming. In the blink of an eye, Ocean Empress, Poseidon, and Paragon found themselves suddenly recalling thoughts they never had, seeing sights they never saw, and remembering a memory that didn't belong to them.

In the blink of an eye, they watched the story of Avalon.

Or at least the parts he decided to show them...

"Seriously, more kids? The guys up top know this is a war, right? We don't need this dead weight." A soldier grunted. "We can barely keep ourselves safe. How do they also expect us to keep a band of brats alive while we're in the thick of it?"

"I heard that the team that gathered them all up was wiped out." Another soldier whispered to his buddy. "Torn to bits by the Angel's Zombie army. Now we're stuck on protection duty escorting these kids to one of the nearby cities."

"What could be so special about these brats?"

Nearly one thousand years had passed since the Shadow had been defeated, and today, while the Super population might have remained small, their forces had been taken over by a dark threat. The second-ever Calamity to face the world since the Shadow, the Angel, also known as Lucifer. Supers and Humans were at each other's throats. This was over sixty years ago in the past.

Within a small village that had been practically wiped out, a group of soldiers that would one day go on to be the first members of the Hero Branch stared at the group of kids they were tasked with keeping safe. Their army was small; most of them had been wiped out a while ago in a fight with Lucifer's Monarch force. As for the kids, there were twelve of them in total. All varying in age, the youngest being six and the oldest being sixteen. The soldiers had set up dozens of tents as most of the buildings had been torn down. They had a few vehicles scattered about, but not enough for all of them. Not with the kids, at least.

It was on guard duty that two soldiers found themselves grumbling about the situation that they were in. "It won't be so bad, at least." One of them sighed.

"It won't? Why do you reckon that?"

"I heard the guys up top got their hands on a powerful Super. Called him Sini. He'll be coming here personally to help escort these kids and ensure we make it to Dandelion in one piece."

"Seriously?" That caused the second soldier's frown to grow. "Now I'm more concerned. Top brass could give a rat's ass what happens to the fodder crew." His eyes traced over the kids. "What's so special about them?"

All the children had formed a makeshift group of their own away from the soldiers. They all stood in the center of the village together. Most of them were boys, though there was a girl or two scattered amongst them. All of them had one thing in common, though. They shivered and shook, the rain pouring down hard. As the soldier's eyes traced over all the kids, only one really stood out to him.

In most things, people tend to subconsciously create an order of hierarchy. Knowingly or not, the kids had seemingly done the same. It wasn't the biggest or the oldest that looked to be in charge, though. Dead in the center, surrounded by the other kids and constantly whispering back and forth amongst them, was a young boy. Nine years old at the most, he had messy brown hair that had been soaked in the constant downpour and wore a pair of thick round glasses. In his hands he held some weird metal device he had been tinkering with for the past few hours they had been standing out there.

The soldier felt those eyes lock onto him, and he couldn't help but shiver a bit. He tried to convince himself it was just from the cold. "Think we'll make it to Dandelion?" He asked his friend quietly.