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Return of the Blue Wind

Prologue: A Crisis in Xursa

Our epic story of heroic bravery begins in Xursa. It is a small, nondescript village located in Dai Shimaron. Not having enough funds to build wells, and having a very low water table, the citizens of Xursa are almost entirely dependent on an elaborate water catchment system for their water supply. Gutters run along the edges of every roof-top and flat surface, and the water is storied in a series of enormous wooden tanks that are elevated on scaffolding in order to ensure adequate water pressure even when the water levels in the tanks are low.

The citizens of Xursa are hardworking and quaint, as are most citizens of small nondescript villages. They spend each and every day industriously and cheerfully going about their mundane chores, always grateful for the convenience of the water catchment system. For if it didn't exist, they would have to hike many arduous miles up an imposing mountain in order to get a single bucket of water from a stream.

But then one day, disaster struck…

~o~

Adalgisa woke up cheerfully and ran to the window. It had finally stopped raining. She frowned slightly as she remembered the terrible storms of the last few days.

Then she heard some shouting from the streets, and ran outside to investigate, since it was unusual to hear such shouting in Xursa. Usually the only sounds to be heard were when cheerful villagers spontaneously decided to sing a cheerful heartwarming song.

Adalgisa scanned the street, trying to find the cause of the distressed shouting. Then she happened to glance over at the water tanks. She gasped in horror, as she realized what was happening. The rains from the storm had entirely filled all of the water receptacles. A section of the scaffolding had been damaged by the storm's strong winds.

The overly heavy receptacle teetered back and forth precariously on the weakened scaffolding. If it fell, the large, expensive water tank might crack under the pressure. And it would probably take some of the piping along with it. It would take a great deal of time and money to repair such damage if such horrendous catastrophic damage occurred.

Wailing and distressed cries filled the streets. "Oh no!" cried one villager.

"We're doomed," weeped another.

And it was a piteous site indeed.

"If only there was someone who could help us! Adalgisa exclaimed.

And then a swishing and rustle of cloth was heard from one of the roof-tops. The villager's pulses quickened in anticipation as they wondered if a hero had arrived to save them from their abysmal fate.

"Look! Up there!" someone shouted. And indeed, with a glorious flourish of his cerulean cape, the Blue Wind had arrived!

He was clad in a finely tailored cobalt uniform that accentuated his heroic figure. His heroic superhero identity was protected by an indigo mask that covered the lower portion of his face. His kind chestnut but silver-speckled eyes looked out over the town, sympathizing with their dire plight.

And his gorgeous chestnut locks swayed slightly in the breeze, causing some of the villagers to swoon.

He was accompanied by a loyal and devoted orange-haired sidekick, who most likely played the role of comic relief.

~o~

Adalgisa crept along the edges of a building to watch as the hero and his sidekick fixed Xursa's impending water problem.

"If we empty the tanks, Captain, the villagers won't have any water. What we could do is use some rope and leverage to tilt them back, and then the villagers could repair the scaffolding while the weight is off of the damaged part."

Adalgisa gasped at this flagrant breach of heroic etiquette. Such was her indignation that she stepped out of the shadows to address the heroes directly, "But you're heroes!" she snapped in righteous indignation. "You're supposed to fix everything yourselves!"

"See? I told you I was right. I know how this hero stuff works, Yozak. We have to do all the work ourselves, or it's not epic heroic bravery."

"Oh, but you misunderstand, captain. You can stand over there and direct the villagers' work. It's called heroic supervising. And it ends up being more sustainable in the long run."

The Blue Wind looked slightly uncertain, but followed his sidekick's suggestion.

Then the orange-haired man turned to address Adalgisa. "Little girl," he said with a patronizing smile that was almost predatory, "Why don't you go find some carpenters who can help repair the scaffolding?"

"Uh…ok," replied Adalgisa. She still wasn't sure about the whole "heroic supervising" thing, but surely the Blue Wind knew what he was doing. He was a hero after all.

A short time later the industrious cheerful villagers had gathered to repair the scaffolding. Yozak lassoed the water tank, and used his enormous biceps to tilt it back away from the damaged wood. The Blue Wind heroically supervised. The sight of his cerulean cape flapping elegantly in the wind inspired the villagers to work harder.

~o~

Before the sun set, heralding the ending of the day, the scaffolding had been entirely repaired. An enormous cheer of gratitude emanated from the grateful citizens. Their elaborate water catchment system had been fixed!

And thus the water supply of an entire town was single-handedly saved from devastation by the Blue Wind.

Then the mayor who governed over Xursa and the surrounding territories approached the famed hero in order to profess his utmost gratitude. "How can we ever repay you for saving our water supply and fixing the …uh…barrels…" he began. The mayor was so overcome by emotion that he was at a loss for words.

But the kind-hearted hero did not seem to mind. He tilted his head slightly, as if in anticipation, and waited respectfully for the mayor to finish speaking.

The mayor's face turned a slight shade of crimson as he struggled to profess his gratitude in a coherent manner. "…Containers?"

Then a random villager in the crowd provided the word that was currently eluding the mayor. "Tanks!" he shouted.

The hero's eyes formed silvery crescent-moons and he graciously replied, "You're welcome."

Then with a final flourish of his cerulean cape, the dashing hero rode off into the sunset.

And thus the legend of the Blue Wind grew. Tales of his heroic bravery spread throughout the land. He was said to be able to fell twenty mighty giants with a single pass of his sword.

And his sense of humor was reputed to be so terrible that it could vanquish an entire army in mere seconds.

Don't worry, the overly flowery italicized narration prose won't show up much in later chapters, except during those times when it's necessary to show how heroic Conrad is being. LOL

Thanks for reading!