The forest was being its usual, peaceful self. It had no idea what was about to happen, nor did it care. The brook was still babbling, the trees still had marks from Calvin's wagon, and the birds were still at civil war.
There was a little shimmer in the air, and an almost inaudible pop, and a figure completely clad light golden armor appeared. It looked around, and silently strode to a clearing with a table-sized rock in the middle.
It cupped its fingers, and a stuffed tiger materialized in its hands. It gently set the tiger down on the rock, arranging him so that he was sitting up. He stood up, and vaulted into the tree tops, hidden in the foliage.
A woman in her late 20's stomped through the forest towards the glade, scaring all the wildlife away. She paused, and started walking in the other direction. The being snapped a large branch in half, but that didn't even make her pause. The being concentrated, and the woman got the totally original idea to walk in the other direction. So she did, and found the stuffed tiger slumping on a rock. She looked around, and seeing nobody, took it. The thing whispered to itself, "So, it begins." A shimmer and a pop later, it was gone.
The woman took the tiger home and put it in her young son's tiger trap that he had baited with a tuna fish sandwich. He would be so excited, she thought. The tiger just flopped around. She set it down in the middle of the not very well made lasso, and called her son and left.
Calvin raced from the front yard and saw the tiger. The stuffed tiger bonded to the little boy's lifeforce, sharing it, becoming a living creature of artificial materials. And that is how the story began.
They had many adventures, chronicled by another watcher, and those books were read by many others. That, however, is not my story to tell. Not yet, at least. My duty is to tell what came after, what happened when a boy came into his innate powers. My duty is to tell you about Calvin and Hobbes, the legendary Void Hunters.
Let us jump forward in time, 7 years. Whoops. Went a bit too far there. We don't want spoilers here, do we? I wasn't talking about you, put your hand down. Ok, here we go.
The sun had already risen on a blonde haired boy and his dual reality stuffed tiger/ anthropomorphic tiger mix. Like clockwork, his mother yelled at him to get up from downstairs, and Calvin slid out of bed and activated one of his cardboard machines. He stepped inside a tall cardboard box he cut a door out of and hidden in his closet. Inside, he pressed a button and it now magically, or whatever powered his machines, changed his clothes for him. He threw a sleepy glance at Hobbes, who was still snoring on the bed.
He got ready to face the day, and nearly lost his balance down the stairs. He made it down and grabbed a box of the pure sugar bombs of sugary sugar, Frosted Sugar Bombs, now with 3 more kinds of sugar!
"A package came for you, it doesn't say from who though." Calvin's mother remarked as she set a brown, ordinary package on the table."Your father should be home from that bike ride in a few minutes."
Calvin had a strange compulsion to open the package. He didn't see any harm in doing it, so he went ahead and pulled out a strange but cool looking techno thingamajigger. It was a disk with a glowing blue circle in the middle.
He put it on the floor, although he didn't know why and stood back.
The disk flashed and Calvin heard an almost silent pop. Nothing appeared to have changed, except for a young man and a woman wearing power suits now standing in front of him. Calvin yelped and stumbled backwards, while Calvin's mother screamed a tiny little scream.
The woman smirked, and leaned against a nearby wall. There was a moment of silence before questions like, "Who are you?", "Why are you here" , and "What are you doing in my house" , were asked. The man held up his hands, and reassured them that they would answer everything that they could.
"Why don't we sit down," He said, "It's gonna take a while..."