#realwiccan

It all seemed like a good idea at the start.  Yunan had found himself a nice, narrow, dark, and cozy place to hide away from the world and truly get some rest.  Now, the place he had found was a nice sized barrel full of apples, bound for Sector 004.  What the Magi had not counted on was the sudden rough road that was being taken and that the barrel he had chosen would be the one to fall out the back onto the road.

                 『★』→  Sam had one word for this place he’d found himself in: awful. No mom, no little sister, no helmet (sort of), no Kamala or Miles or anyone else from his team. He’d yet to see a familiar face in this place, and almost all his abilities appeared to have short-circuited. He was almost completely powerless, save for the short window of flight he managed once a day. After exactly fifteen minutes (he’d timed it) the Nova Force spluttered and died, leaving Sam to plummet to a very jarring landing on the hard ground. Most people, in such a situation, might think it would be a bad idea to continue trying to be a superhero, would think it was reckless and dangerous. But saving people, being good, combating evil... it was an addiction. No matter what kind of predicament Sam found himself in, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to quit being a hero forever.

           And so it was natural that when he heard the the boom and accompanying whoosh of something exploding and catching on fire (a noise he was very familiar with, unfortunately), the helmet was slipped on and Nova took flight, a small clock starting to tick down in the corner of his visor. Arriving on the scene took a few seconds at most, and Sam lighted down in front of the burning building carefully, feeling the heat vaguely through the thin force field his armor generated. It took a few seconds more to scan the area and zip towards the only other person close, a boy maybe a little older than him that looked familiar in a hazy sort of way.

“wish i could say the same for myself–- haha, thanks man!