Spectacular World

A Golden Age Hero

When he had been a kid, he used to live in a small backwater village that was technically part of the city that was near them. The protector of that city had been the hero known as Feast.

Because of that, Alexander Lauren found himself growing up constantly surrounded by Feast merchandise. Everyone back home seemed to love the constantly hungry hero; in fact, Feast was so popular nowadays that he was able to retire and instead run the various Feast Shacks scattered throughout the many different cities, each one cooking some of the unhealthiest food you could imagine.

Feast wasn't Alexander's favorite hero, though.

No, instead, that honor went to the one who had saved him. Before he had become a fisherman, before he had moved to Oleander City with his best friend Marcus, he had been drafted into some small-scale war. He had been forced to carry a gun and take up arms against his fellow man, all because of a local village that was declaring itself separated from the Hero Branch. At the age of sixteen, Alexander had fired his first gun.

It was during this war that he met him.

The one and only Golden Weaver.

In the present, Alexander was just as shocked as he was back then when he first saw his hero. Golden Weaver stood across the street, directly in front of the hero Cinder.

"I'll ask this once more. Who are you, evildoer?" Golden Weaver announced loudly.

"Evildoer? I'm a good guy." Cinder said, shaking her head.

"Yeah, right!" Golden Weaver let out a snort. "You have evil written all over you. Just look at your suit."

"What's wrong with my suit?" Cinder looked down at her new hero suit with a frown. "Hear that, Shift, he's making fun of you."

"Let's kill him!" Kevin announced.

"D- Did your clothes just talk?" Golden Weaver questioned.

Cinder shrugged. "Look. I don't want to fight you, so how about we just agree to go our separate ways?"

"No can do, evildoer." The old hero shook his head. "I was told by Ward himself to bring you in. Thanks to that bastard, Battery, Pretty Face isn't able to step foot in this city, and with Ocean Empress gone, I alone am the last protector of this city. I bet Yellow Kobold is the one that put you up to this, isn't he?"

"Yellow who?"

"Yellow Kobold!" Cinder jumped a bit when she heard her dad's voice. Alexander had rolled the window down and had his head poking out. "He's the archnemesis of Golden Weaver! The two have been rivals for over twenty years now! Even before the Hero Branch was started, they were always doing battle with each other! Hell, they still fight even to this day!"

"You seem to know a lot about that hero?" Jane muttered, still sitting inside the van next to her husband.

"Of course I do!" Alexander's smile grew. "He's my hero."

During the war he had fought in, the Hero Branch had called upon a hero to come and end it. Feast had been away on some super important secret mission, so the hero that showed up and fought alongside the rest of the soldiers was the one and only Golden Weaver. Alexander had been on the front lines, and he watched it all happen with his own two eyes.

The enemy they were fighting against had stolen a bunch of tanks and even Mental tech that had some juice left in them. Despite that, though, Golden Weaver had single-handedly taken the soldiers out, using his webs to tie everyone up and keep his teammates safe. All without taking a single life. Then he had done something no other hero had. He had helped many of the soldiers sneak away and escape the Hero Branch's clutches, allowing them to go into hiding and live normal lives. Be it enemy or foe, Golden Weaver had offered this choice to all, letting them all go and stopping the Branch from throwing the enemy soldiers into a cell to rot for the rest of their lives.