He is falling. Falling from the highest building in the city. I have been trained for this moment but I’m frozen. I shake and I am pale.
Someone calls my name. Spica Warrior. They need me. I swoop under the building, my orange cape flapping in the wind. I hold my hands out and catch the man. A face of relief sweeps over his face. He thanks me and I smile gladly.
flying back down to the crowd, they cheer my name and thank me. Spica Warrior the one and only. I am a young hero, and it feels great.