Harry had been mending the garden on a somewhat cold day in July; as he brushed the dirt off his hands, Harry took the time to enjoy the heat and look around the neighborhood before he got back to work.

However, as he was pulling weeds he heard the sound of screeching tires, and Harry quickly turned around and saw a car speeding down the road, he saw mother quickly pulling their children into their yards, but Harry watched as the older Chinese man who had moved in was struggling to get across.

Knowing the man wouldn't make it in time Harry quickly rose to his feet and made a mad dash to the street to help the man, once he reached the road he ran out into the street and pulled the man in the direction he came from, and the two of them landed on the ground.

After catching his breath Harry made his way to check on the older man who was struggling to get back up making his way over to the man, Harry gently grabbed his cane, and helped the man up.

"Are you all right sir," asked Harry, kneeling slightly to check on the man.

"Oh I am fine, young man, how can I ever thank you for saving my life," asked Master Fu, looking at the boy.

"You don't have to, here why don't we take you inside, we can call an ambulance to take you to the hospital," said Harry leading the man to his door, while neighbors only watched and some begin to rethink their opinion on the boy.

"That won't be needed, I'm fine, I've lived in this body long enough to know if there was something wrong," said Master Fu, with a chuckle.

After taking the man into his home, Harry and talked with him for a few moments before he had to leave to get back to his chores, giving the man one final goodbye, he failed to notice the old man place a black box in the pocket of his hoodie.

When Harry left the house with one finale goodbye and went back to the garden where he continued where he left off, completely oblivious to the black box or the mystical item held within his pocket.

Later that day.

Harry was reclining in bed about to strip off his work clothes having been sent to his room with no dinner for helping that man.

'well like the old saying goes, no good deed goes unpunished' thought Harry, as he removes his jumper as he took it off and it landed on the floor, Harry could hear the distinct clatter of something hard falling to the ground, moving his jumper aside he found a black box with red symbols on the lid.

"Mr. Fu must have put this in my pocket as a thank you, what a nice man," said Harry, as he picked up the box, taking a seat on his bed Harry opened the box to see a bee themed comb and then a gentle yellow light.

Harry shielded his eyes and once he could tell the light was gone Harry uncovered his eyes only to see a small bee-like being floating in front of him.

"Greeting my king," said Pollen, eager to have a permanent wielder.

Harry could only stare at the creature for a moment before he got his wits about him again.

"Um hi, Pollen um, what do you mean I'm your wielder," asked Harry, looking at the bee as it was getting comfortable.

"wow you are taking this better then I thought," said Pollen, flying around the room before coming back to the boy and landing on his knee.

"well with what I have seen in my life nothing like this fazes me anymore," said Harry, shrugging his shoulders.

"So what are you Pollen," asked Harry again looking at the small Pollen.

" I am a creature called a Kwami, we hold great power and knowledge which we lend to people who hold are miraculous, in your case you hold power over subjection," said Pollen, looking at the boy with a smile

"You can use this power to be a hero," said Pollen, with an encouraging smile.

"I'm having a hard enough time with my life as it is, I don't want to be a hero," said Harry, looking at Pollen sadly, "I can't save anyone" whispered Harry.

Pollen sensed Harry sadness and made her way to his shoulder and began to wipe his tears and try to cheer him up.

"Harry, you would never have been chosen to wield me if you couldn't do great good with my power, and I am going to be there to help you and advice you," said Pollen, patting Harry's cheek with her tiny nub of a hand.

For the next few hours, the two would talk about everything Harry had been through and tried supporting him through it.