How To Train Your Powers

Chapter One: The Vigilante

Chapter One: The Vigilante

Hayden the Night Fury, the vigilante of Berserker Island, the most feared man of the isle, smirked at the men stealthily leaving the house as he perched upon the branch of a tree. The figures he has been watching for the past two hours all had a satchel, splitting the money between them to make it difficult to retrieve the stolen goods at once. Much to their dismay, Hayden had already anticipated the split tactic and had already placed traps within the perimeters except for one in which he will pursue.

The hidden man chuckled at the intruders' grim faces turn into satisfaction as they neared the perimeters of the estate, obviously relieved they managed to steal from one of the esteemed houses of the neighbourhood and were able to walk away. What fools they are.

"Bold of them to think that they're getting away," Francesco, Fishlegs as his codename - he was given than name as he was caught with fish stuck on his legs on his first mission on the harbour; hence why he was given the desk job, the secret eyes of their agents with an abundance of technology he couldn't fathom in. Francesco has a bigger build, more husky as opposed to Hayden's thin but lean and packed with hidden muscles figure. "They're all heading into the directions we planned," the tech added, buzzing in Hayden's ear with the earpiece he was given at the start of the mission.

"Then let's introduce them to the Night Fury," Hayden stated, flinging his black, leather helmet on his face that perfectly matched the rest of his black leather outfit. It allowed him to blend into the night and when seen in daylight, he looked like a dragon- a Night Fury to be precise. The said vigilante bent his knees further and shot up into the air.

Flying never gets tiring and it's always so peaceful in a night sky like this, even if there's the slim possibility the robbers may get away. He can't imagine life without soaring through the clouds and being able to leap off roofs, one after another. Hayden was gifted with amazing flying abilities in which helped him throughout his adolescent years. Without it, he would still be sleeping on the streets and begging for money.

The vigilante was not fortunate in his early years till fourteen. He grew up as an orphan, parents already dead even before he could lift his hands and no relatives came forward to claim him. That left him in a foster care, spending years going from families to families and wondering if anyone will even claim him to be their own. The Night Fury was grateful, at the least, for having a roof above and not wondering when his last meal would be. He was also given the opportunity to gain connections with people. One particular is Francesco.

Hayden met the quirky boy on his sixth foster family, residing at the edge of Berserker Island. The two immediately clicked, other than similar age, they found interest of each other by the marvels of superheroes and magic. Not only has both felt what it is to be abandoned, they strengthened their bond by imagining they are the superheroes and saved millions of people. The foster parents would mostly join in along with their young daughter whom Hayden forgot.

Unfortunately, that happy family did not last long. Don't fret, there was no tragic in this but just that the father was offered a job on another island, leaving the two orphaned kids to be left alone. The two were separated after the departure of their previous family and were never to be seen again. That is until six years later when they both met each other again at the academy, where everything started for Hayden.

The said boy snapped out of the reverie of his past and dove down towards the intruders, shrieking a call that is now known as the Night Fury Call. It wasn't long before the targeted people heard the signal and started veering off to different directions with the money. As planned, Hayden only swooped low enough to spook them into the directions of the traps that were built. He swerved through the estate and landed in front of one: the leader of the group.