Disclaimer: I do not own the characters John Arrow or Amelia. They both belong to Disney.
Trevor Arrow was an unusual man. Actually, he was a very unusual Rockal. There is difference. You see, even thought Rockals were, as adults, seven to eight feet tall, with rock-hard gray skin, Trevor was nine feet tall, with almost impenetrable skin. And it had paid off to be like that, too. You see, at age thirty one, Trevor was a successful man, and the most famous captain alive. He had been the one who had brought independent captains to popularity. An independent captain isn't actually all that independent, but more so than other captains in, for example, the Navy. They never had to rotate out of their ship, but they had to buy it. The way it worked was: The client asked for a specific task, then the leaders of the organization would ask all the captains if one was interested. No one was ever forced into a task. Anyway, Trevor had made them famous. As he thought about those things, he walked toward his house. He could hear his eight year old son, John, playing in the backyard with his friends. He loved this neighborhood. Who wouldn't? It was one of the richest Rockal neighborhoods on Montressor. As he neared the door to his mansion, he heard a distinct mewing sound.
" What on earth?" Trevor thought aloud. That was the thing with Rockals. They were very strong and powerful, but not, and I repeat, not, the sharpest knives in the drawer. The mewing grew louder. Now Trevor could see it was coming from the back alley. And Trevor, knowing someone must be hurt, went to check it out.
He did not know that he had must made the move that would change his life, and the lives of many, many lives, forever.