Zoe went with her new family, the Morrisons, about thirty minutes after I showed her Captain Marvel. Mark and Lucy Morrison seemed to be quite nice actually. They also have two younger children, a nine year old daughter, Erin, and a four year old son, Josh. They seem to be excited about having a new sister. The girl didn't look anything like her parents, but her brother did. My guess is she was adopted and he is biologically related. Anyway, Mark and Lucy apparently have heard about me, and wanted to inform me that I was allowed to visit Zoe whenever I wished. Could even drop in last minute. At first I was a bit suspicious, but decided against distrusting them. If Zoe needed help, she had a possibly man eating stuffed animal and the magic of the word to call me to her. She'll be okay.

Despite knowing this, we linger in our goodbye hug as she's leaving. She's still nervous, but I remind her we have that special pact, and tell her that I have a good feeling about these people. I help carry her bags out to their car, not that she has many, it's just she's pretty small so her two big boxes, one for clothes, and another for her other random assortment of possessions, as few as she may have had, I carried out. I memorized their license plate before they left, and fully planned on looking up their address some time soon. Captain Marvel can easily go wherever they are to check in on Zoe every so often, which I promised I would do.

As they were getting ready to leave I saw another car pull up. A social worker I haven't met before gets out, and opens the back door for somebody. A boy with a shaved head steps out and looks over to me, before giving me a smirk. My blood chills to the core and I am glad Zoe is leaving this place now that he's here. I watch him as he walks over, every step in sync with my very audible heart beat in my ears. My fists are clenched so tight I'm sure my knuckles are white, and when his eyes drift down, I relax them some, unwilling to show any signs of aggression.

"Billy-Boy Batson. Been awhile." His smirk is swapped out for a soft smile, and his friendly demeanour and tone set my teeth on edge. I wonder just exactly why this kid is here.

"Not long enough, Tim." I try to keep my voice even. Tim's social worker walks past us and heads over to Monica and Ryan. All Tim is carrying is a backpack, and he's wearing green cargo pants, a green jacket and black hoodie underneath. He's wearing black runners and a necklace with a goats head emblem on it.

"Don't be like that Billy. I know we didn't leave on the best of terms, but I'm hoping we can get back to being brothers. I've come a long way, and I'm sure you have to."

"Uh-huh." His 'earnest' smile falters a bit and I'm certain I can't trust him.

"I see. I guess I'll just have to prove you wrong. I get it. I know you. You don't trust very easily."

"Gee, I wonder why."

"Timothy Karnes." I turn around to see Ryan has walked up to us. He's a little heavier set, with a full beard and long brown hair tied into a ponytail. He has hazel eyes and is wearing a plaid shirt with jeans. How the guy can stand the cold without at least a sweater is beyond me, but I'm just glad he isn't wearing shorts in winter for once.

"Hello, Ryan." Ryan seems to be scrutinizing him a bit, before looking over to me and releasing a begrudging sigh. Ryan is a jaded member of our little facility here. I can tell he's already wondering why we are entertaining letting this lunatic live with us. Still, he puts on a smile and continues. "Welcome back. I'm sure things will turn out differently, this time?"

Tim smiles, which sets me on edge again, and nods.

"Of course! I'm sure we'll all become one happy family."

I couldn't stand being in the orphanage any longer. About two hours after Tim showed up, Mary had arrived for her Sunday volunteering shift. She came at just the right moment, letting me go to blow off some steam while she kept an eye on Timothy Barnes.

'I can't believe they let him live with us again.'

Though we know many things about you Billy, we don't see what's going on with you when you're not in the form of Captain Marvel yet. It won't happen for awhile now, so care to update us on who you're talking about?

'Not really interested in talking about it Solomon.'

Well, I won't push you. However, know if you need to discuss anything with me, I'm open to do so. I'm sure some of the others would also be willing to listen.

Don't volunteer us Sage. Hercules speaks out and I'm beginning to realize the only God that really doesn't seem like a complete prick in this gaggle of legends is Mercury. Hercules seems only interested in how I'm using my strength and the combat and Zeus is the only one as of yet to have not spoken. Then the Titan of the group has only spoken once, and it was to express obvious disdain for the gods. So basically in fighting is bound to happen, which isn't going to help me any.

'Look, can you all just stop it already?'

Working on ignoring the gods in my head, I focus on running to an abandoned warehouse at the edge of town. I want to test my powers without the risk of bodily harm to others, and it would be a good way to figure out just what I can do. I spend a few seconds racing around the immediate area and building, and luckily nobody is around. Just a few strays that I accidentally scared off moving as fast as I was.

I had stopped at a few stores and stole some supplies I wanted to use to test my abilities. Not ideal, but when your a poor orphan you aren't left with many options.

"Let's see." Setting down the bag, I pull out a lighter, some flammable fluid, a sledge hammer, a large kitchen knife, a bag of nails, a drill, rat poison, and various other things that kids shouldn't play with.

I set those aside on a half made retaining wall and step away. I've already got a feel for my speed, not entirely sure if I can go faster, but we'll find out. I want to test the upper limits of my strength, my supposed invulnerability, and whatever the power of Zeus is. I mean I'm sure gold lightning is the main draw there but Zeus is the King of Gods. At least the ones on Olympus. I'm sure he can do more than that.

"Let's start with strength." Walking over to a stack of pallets, I say the word and turn into Billy. The stack is about eight or so pallets high with one pallet leaned against them. They're all thick, and wide. The singular pallet will be already difficult to move in my regular body.

Reaching over I pull the pallet away from the others and lay it down, that being somewhat awkward due to its size alone. I then grab it by it's edges and lift so its standing again. Not to bad, but trying to grab it between the boards in the middle and lift it above my head isn't going to be safe for me, so I let it drop to the grown and say the word.

Now as Captain Marvel, I bend down and pick the thing up with one hand by it's edge, and place it on top of the others. The real challenge here I can already tell isn't going to be lifting the pallets, but picking them all up without having them fall over. I walk around the pile for one lap before deciding to lift width wise, spreading my arms wide and gripping the edges of the bottom pallet. In this form lifting this weight with my knees or back doesn't matter, but it would do me good to get into the habit of proper lifting just in case I form the bad habit even as Billy.

"Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall." I stand straight up, and balance the pallets as best I can... and realize it is much easier than I thought it would be. Adjusting my hands so that I'm standing under the pile and lifting it above my head, I don't really feel the weight shift all that much. "Weird."

I wonder briefly if this has anything to do with how I can run at top speed with regular people in my arms and it doesn't hurt or kill them, and decide to test this theory out by tipping the pallets. Sure enough, they don't slide off, even at an extreme angle, and as cool as that is, I don't really get it.

You're stabilizing the structural integrity. Hercules chimes in.

'What does that mean?'

I'm the God of Strength. What good is that strength if everything you pick up, or every person you touch or catch from falling, turns to dust in your hands.

'I don't follow.' He grumbles in my head.

Go lift that long metal container over there.

Placing the pallets down and turning my head to the left, I see a huge container with it's doors open. It's one of those ones that you see on the back of an 18 wheeler. It's sitting just outside some bay doors so I go over, hop down to take a look inside to double check there aren't any squatters, and close the doors when I see the coast is clear.

Stepping around the doors to the right side of the container, I place my hands against the sides and curl my fingers and grip the metal. My digits bore through the container like it's paper mache, and I attempt to lift it straight up but manage to only rip the metal clean off, leaving two large holes where my hands were. In my palms are scraps of crumpled metal.

I'm beside myself with how strong I am, but confused at exactly what Hercules is looking for.

'Didn't you say I can stabilize-'

Yes, but you weren't focused this time.

'You saying I have to chant in order to keep the thing together? I know I'm based in magic, but that's a little goofy.'

Think of it like this. Mercury moves at a speed that should ignite the atmosphere of Earth, or rip apart whatever he's wearing, let alone anybody or anything he's carrying. However, his divine essence allows him to negate those effects. It's basically second nature to him. Because of the nature of our pact, with the first use of your abilities, these effects were put in place to avoid accidental death and destruction. Hence the reason we guide you in the use of your powers. From this point forward however, you should be responsible for these effects to take place. Allow you to adjust as you need.

'Right, so belief. Will. If I want to lift the container the way I wanted to a second ago, I have to want to do so. Otherwise, I'm just picking apart material that can't stand up to my might.'

My might, but yes.

'Okay, that was unnecessary. But, thanks anyways, Hercules.' He doesn't respond as I place my hands against the edges of the holes I made in the container and concentrate on lifting it without breaking it apart. If anything, I start thinking of it like a cracker, or an egg. I can play around with it, but if I'm not careful, it'll break.

I feel something project from me, something unseen, yet I can sense it, and I lift. Admittedly, my eagerness to develop my powers got the better of me and I accidentally tossed the container in the air, letting go so that I didn't rip the metal off. It actually goes so high that it looks tiny to me, and I contemplate jumping up to grab it, but I didn't toss it at an angle, so it will come straight down on top of me. Taking a bit of a wider stance, I lift my hands in the air and open them wide, intending on catching what is essentially a large metal toy in this form.

As the container descends, I focus on the idea of catching it rather than having it crumple over me or even have a hole drilled through it due to my invulnerability, assuming that's what would happen. I focus, repeating in my head what I want to happen and imagine what it will look like until finally it makes contact with my hands. The metal dents a little bit, but I feel myself expand a magical field around the entire container, preventing any further damage from occurring.

"Who needs physics when you've got magic!" I laugh with excited glee. "What else should I do?" Looking around, I can see that there's a big open space outside the warehouse large enough for me to throw the container. I have a dumb idea.

Digging my fingers into the metal, I bend my arms back before throwing the container forwards into the clearing. It feels like throwing a ball. No, a paper airplane. A giant paper airplane that could crush somebody or cause a lot of damage, but a paper airplane all the same. The big rectangular box goes soaring through the air and I use my super speed to run forward. I want to test my durability against something like this being thrown by somebody like me, although not with full force. I get around to the front of it before turning around to face it. It's approaching fast and I kind of am stunned at how terrifying something like this could be for a person incapable of withstanding a semi-truck container being tossed at them. Then a flash of that day five years ago hits me and I'm frozen in place.

Due to my lack of focus, the container collides with my body and I'm taken off my feet. It doesn't hurt at all, or feel uncomfortable. Hell it doesn't even really tickle. It does bring me back to the present however, and makes me wonder what it would feel like at full force. Better yet, would the magical field I put around it make it more durable for using as a weapon against somebody like me? These questions are important considering I'm going to have to face Black Adam one day.

Planting my feet and grabbing the container, I immediately stop myself from flying through the air, and toss it back to where I was initially standing. I repeat the process of running ahead of it, but this time I stand firm with my hands on my hips and brace myself for impact. This time, the container hits me on it's side. The metal crumples as the container folds around my person, eventually giving way, and a hole tears through it as it's nearly split in half. Like a car going over 100m/hr and slamming into a telephone pole.

I flip the container over once it stops and tear it into two pieces. Picking up one end, I focus on keeping it's structural integrity like Hercules mentioned, and start smashing it against the other half. The half I'm hitting crunches and groans under my strikes, while the one I'm holding suffers less damage.

"Ah, so it doesn't keep it from being destroyed completely, but I do make it capable of doing more than what it should be capable of." Useful to know. Especially since the containers aren't super thick. If this was a dense piece of metal, I'm sure the results would be some what different.

Tossing the container I'm holding into the air again, I lift my hands and start blasting it with lightning. Each one hits the container with a force I wasn't expecting. Probably because I'm thinking in terms of concussive force rather than heat and cutting. If I'm correctly understanding how my powers work with will and intent at least. The container is severely dented and does still have scorch marks, so I change it up and focus on trying to slice through the metal with a lightning bolt. I fire just one, without the dramatics of moving my arms around like an anime character, and the metal separates like I'm cutting through butter. I can see the edges where I struck it are super heated and I grin as I let the two smaller pieces land on the ground.

"Alright, let's go see if I'm immune to fire."

I didn't keep track of time, but I spent a good while figuring out if I had any weaknesses. I actually decided to save the fire for last, and decided to test out the other dangers I might face. Blunt force clearly wasn't an issue, even using the sledge hammer on my hand just resulted in it breaking apart. I felt it, but just barely. I chalked it up to be the result of actively holding the object I was being hit with and using the force somebody like me can produce. I wondered briefly about whether Superman was strong enough to give me a hard time, or if the fact that he wasn't magic was a point in my favour. I shook my head, not really wanting to entertain the idea of fighting one of the worlds greatest heroes. If anything, I'm sure he and I will get along. If I ever meet him anyway.

I moved on from all the blunt objects and started using sharp ones instead. Starting with the knife, I rammed it as hard as I could into my hand, but all it did was crumple against my skin. I tried using a drill, to see if the act of trying to punch a hole in my skin worked any differently, but all that happened was the drill bit snapped in half. Then I pulled out the box of nails, and tossed them back like candy. The idea was I wanted to see if my invulnerability was limited to the outside of my body. I slowly chewed the nails to test my theory, and at the first crunch of metal, I knew that at least my mouth was safe. So, after chewing for a bit, I just shoved it all in and swallowed. I could feel it go down, but then it just... disappeared. I'm of the opinion that any foreign object that enters my body will be displaced or vaporized shortly after entering.

Anyway, I moved on from that and swallowed all the rat poison, proclaiming how stupid I am for doing so, but I really wanted to see just what I could handle. At this point, I wasn't surprised to discover that it had no effect. From there, I took a pin, and wondered if the object was thin enough, if I could get it to pierce my eye. Of course, it didn't. The one thing I didn't try was sticking anything up my nose or in my ears. I had a feeling I'd be fine, but I just thought it would be redundant at this point. Actually that's a lie, I didn't hit myself in the balls either, but I'm pretty sure I'd still be okay even there.

So, the last thing I had to try was setting myself on fire, and surprise surprise, the guy who can channel magical lightning isn't burned by normal fire. I swallowed the lighter fluid and lit it on fire while drinking it, and drench myself in the process. I was covered head to toe in flames and it didn't even impede my vision, let alone cause any discomfort. I didn't even feel the heat of it. Well, my senses alerted me to fire being present, but it didn't cause any worry or harm.

My invulnerability seemed pretty sound, though I did wonder if "Achilles Heel" would prove to be more than just a phrase for me. Pretty sure the flames didn't reach any of my heels and I was testing my invulnerability mostly with my torso, head, and hands.

Currently, I'm running towards the mountains, intent on trying something else out before heading back. On the way however, I'm inclined to ask Achilles about the possibility that my heel will get me killed one day.

'Hey, Achilles. Do you know if my heel is my only vulnerable spot?'

It stands to reason it would be, but I have no clue if the Wizard altered that for you.

Seems like a large over sight if he didn't. Imagine it now. Captain Marvel, the kid empowered by more than one legendary being and the weakness of a demigod gets him killed. A stray bullet, a piece of shrapnel from an explosion, or even a directed strike to your heel and you're a goner. That would be hilarious. Ahem, but, terribly tragic.

'Thanks Mercury.' I grumble sarcastically.

No problem, kid.

I would remind you that my heel is only referred to in the phrase, it was actually my tendon that was severed. In battle, if your tendon was severed it made you lame and easy pickings. That was true for any man. I have a theory that if my tendon had been untouched and the arrow only grazed my heel, I would have survived.

'Really? Why's that?'

Well, my mother dipped me in The River Styx, which separates the mortal soul from the physical form. Given she was still holding my heel when I was dipped, she wanted to flip me over to complete the process, but my father wanted me to have some connection to my mortality. He also didn't believe I would actually survive the full process, and that my body would just be this unbreakable husk without a soul. Regardless, my heel being the only part of me that wasn't dipped into the river, it became my only tether to my soul. Once my tendon had been severed, so too was the tether to my soul.

'So you're saying your tendon was like the only vital "organ" you had left. Like a heart or something, and when it was destroyed, you died.'

Precisely.

'Right, so guard my heel at all times.'

Better safe than sorry.

'Wait, if my powers works on belief, shouldn't I just have faith I'm invulnerable all over.'

You absolutely should. Solomon speaks up. If I know Shazam, and I do, he would have likely prepared for such a design flaw in your powers.

'Jeez Louise. In that case, I'll just be careful, rather than obsess over it.'

As our conversation ends, I finally reach a clearing by the mountains. I know there's a lake near by, and I figure this is the perfect spot to figure out if I can fly or not.

It's March here. Looking up at the sky, I see some clouds, and the afternoon sun floating close to the horizon. In an hour or less the sun will set, and I'm sure Mary and a few of the staff are wondering where I am. I especially don't like the fact that Timothy Karnes is there with them, and I'd like to get this nipped in the bud and head back as soon as possible.

Bending my knees, I aim to soar through the clouds as I leap into the air. The ground cracks beneath me and wind rushes past me. I ascend higher and higher, until I descend towards the ground. Looking down, I focus on when I'm going to land and try to act like I'm jumping on a trampoline.

Sure enough, the second jump causes more environmental damage to the earthen floor, and I jump higher than last time. Unfortunately, I start to fall again. I get the idea that maybe I can generate enough force to push myself in any direction while in the air. Maybe I can double jump? Coiling my legs I try to generate enough force to keep myself from landing and amazingly enough, it works. I kick my legs back down towards the ground at an angle and I ascend again, pushing slightly further forward in the process.

"I can't believe I can do that!"

Well believe it kid! Mercury shouts. You just did it! Don't stop now!

He's right. Gotta keep going. I try again, and again, but the only effects I'm getting is the extra air time, but it's temporary, and more like controlled falling. Eventually I let myself land and jump again, using more power, this time clenching my fists and throwing my arms upward to see if I can direct myself in a direction if I focus a part of my body in said direction.

"Oh my God!"

Which one? Mercury jests.

"It's working! Wooo!" So far I'm still ascending, closer and closer to the clouds. My celebration is a little early though, and I can feel my self slow down a bit. Using the same method for double jumping I coil my legs, bring my arms back and force myself forward once more. I get a bit more distance but I end up twirling in the air and begin to lose control of my trajectory. As I fall towards the ground, I become some what disheartened, thinking about how nice it would be to fly. To get away from everything once in awhile. Was really hoping I'd be able to go through space, like in that dream.

As I tumble to the ground I resign myself to landing, but try to avoid causing too much damage to the environment. I use my odd double jumping ability to narrowly avoid smashing through the tip of a mountain, instead, scraping off the side, jettisoning towards the ground.

I land face first and skid across the ground, leaving a decent dent and man-sized trench for about 10 feet. Face down in the dirt, I release a muffled groan, not in pain or discomfort, but annoyance, and disappointment. I really wanted to fly.

I roll over, and just lie there for a second, staring at the sky, and wonder if this is truly my limit. Maybe despite all this power, I wasn't meant to soar up there. With the rest of them. Just the orphan kid randomly selected to be this magical being. I sigh as I close my eyes, thinking about whether or not I should bother trying again.

"Billy."

Dad?

"Why aren't you getting ready for baseball practice?" He walks into my room, and sits down next to me on my bed. My hat, glove, and jersey sit in a pile on the floor.

"Because I suck, and there's no point in trying." I hear my dad hum before smacking his lips.

"Who told you that? I know it wasn't your mother. It certainly wasn't me."

"Nobody needs to tell me anything, I just know that I suck. I'm the worst player on the team. I'm so bad that I'm usually benched every game."

"I see." My dad places his hand on my shoulders and gives them a reassuring rub. "You know Billy, I can understand wanting to give up when things are hard. Baseball may not be for you, but it's one thing to beat yourself up and get down on yourself about not being good at something right away, or even as fast as some of the other players, and it's another thing when you recognize you aren't enjoying yourself, and decide to move on to something that makes you happy." I looked up to my dad, a confused look on my face. I didn't understand what he meant.

"Well I'm not enjoying myself. Because I suck." My dad shook his head.

"Billy, if you are this hard on yourself every time you fail, you'll eventually decide to never try anything in your life. You'll feel too insecure or weak to do anything, and you'll be miserable. You may not fully understand what I mean right now, but one day you will have to believe in yourself, instead of being scared of all the things that never even happened."

"Well what am I supposed to do? Just keep showing up and messing up and never getting better?"

"You won't get better with that attitude young man. Don't focus on the negative. When you fail, try to learn why you did, and improve on yourself. People who dedicate themselves to... a thing, like a hobby, or career, don't get good at it over night. Those who are considered naturals are rare, and not everybody who gets to the top is a natural Billy. Sometimes they have to work hard, put blood, sweat, and tears into their craft. They don't get better at what hey do by sulking and giving up. Do you think Batman got as good as he has at protecting his city by giving up when he loses or fails?" My dad knew that I had a genuine interest in heroes, due to their similarity to mythical heroes of legend, so he had my attention.

"No."

"Do you think Herakles became the hero he is just because he's Zeus's son?"

"No."

"No, he had his labours. As sure as Herakles had his labours, Batman definitely had his. Whoever is under that cowl, I know he's faced his own demons. I'm sure with what he does, he faces them every day, and he perseveres. You are no different. You may not run around with a cape and cowl, and you may not be doing anything like slaying a hydra or other mythical beasts, but you've got your challenges, your labours, and you owe it to yourself to try and overcome them. Keep pushing your limits to get better, stronger, faster, whatever it is you're aiming to do. No matter what anybody tells you."

I gazed up at my dad, his confident and reassuring smile put me at ease. A swell of self-esteem seemed to return to me, and I looked down at my uniform.

"Life Billy, requires belief. Before you believe in anything or anyone else, you have to believe in yourself. Otherwise, you'll waste a lot of time being scared of things you make up in your head, that never happened. It'll keep you from living your life, and doing anything but surviving." I stood from my bed and picked up my Jersey, staring at it and contemplating what I should do. After a few minutes, I collected the glove and hat. I placed the glove on my desk, and tossed the jersey in a bag I was putting together for donations.

"I like baseball. Watching it, and playing it. I don't think I like it enough to keep playing on a competitive team. I definitely have no interest in making it a career." My dad clapped his hands together.

"That's fair. You like it, but you don't love it. It's not your passion. So long as your moving on not because it's too hard, but because you have given it your best try and have other interests you'd rather pursue, than go for it. You're mother and I will support you no matter what."

Give it your best shot, and you'll fly son.

The memory fades as I open my eyes and through my blurred vision I see the sky is getting darker. I lift my arm to clear my eyes, and I slowly adjust myself from my position on the ground so I'm kneeling on one knee. I hold my hand in front of me, and clench it tight. I want to fly. I need to. It will be an infinitely useful tool for my duties as Magic's Champion. It will also be... freeing.

I close my eyes, thinking about the kids at the facility, especially Zoe. I think about Mary, Monica, and my parents. I hear my dad and mom cheer me on like they did at every game. Like they did when I learned to walk, when I learned to ride a bike, like they always did. I place my fist against my chest, and remember what it was like to have my dad lift me in the air when I was little. Pretending I could fly. The ground rumbles, the air is disturbed by my concentration of power. I'm doing this for them as much as I am myself. They always believed in me, and my dad was right. I owe it to them, and myself, to keep pushing my limits. To keep moving forward. Always. Except, I'm not looking to only move forward. I wish to go up, up, and away.

I hear the lyrics to The Chain by Fleetwood Mac being sung by my parents. They're at the end of the song when the music picks up and it stops from being a slow tempo and goes into a crescendo of heartache and hope. The song is about the relationship between Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks. How their relationship was falling apart and if they couldn't mend it at the moment they were writing that song, then it was likely they wouldn't be able to keep going. My parents didn't look at it that way though. For them, its about family persevering through anything. Staying together despite the hardship and struggles. That no matter what, they'd never "break the chain"

I can still feel my parents hands around me as they held me up to fly around the living room. Even now, I can feel them. The chain isn't broken. They may be gone, but they are still connected to me.

Fly son

The ground explodes under the force of my point of take off. Rubble flies everywhere as I soar into the sky, no longer feeling hindered by gravity, or bound to the Earth. The wind whips past me so fast that it squeals, until I hear a boom. I've broken the sound barrier, and I'm still going faster. Without even realizing it I fly over the ocean and I'm pretty sure I'm in Europe. Yeah, there's the Eiffel Tower. Diverting my path I head down to Africa, wanting to see elephants, lions, zebras, and giraffes, among other things. I head to Egypt, and see the Pyramids, then the Middle-East, and witness the vast deserts, before heading to Asia and seeing the Great Wall of China. I do all of this in record time, before heading to Mount Everest, and eventually, I'm just flying all over the world without really taking in the sights.

The weightlessness I feel is incredible, and the freedom to go anywhere is unmatched. The hands of my parents are carrying me even today... my heart is heavy, despite the joy. I miss them so much. I owe everything, to mom and dad.

I'm somewhere over Australia now, and I realize I've been flying for quite some time. Longer than I had anticipated. I need to get back home. One more thing I want to see before I head home. Flying up to the outer atmosphere, I can see the curvature of the Earth, the sun peaking around the edge and the dark void of space everywhere else. The sight is unlike anything I've seen. This is my home. My world. It seems so small yet so large. I watch the blue marble in space from up close for a minute, before I realize that I'm capable of surviving the vacuum of space.

"Well, I'm not wearing a cowl, but I've got a cape."