While Rohan and James practice using their newfound powers, another hero slowly emerges.
Rohan’s phone vibrated on the dresser that night. He picked it up and stared at the screen. It was his Dad. He sighed and answered.
“Rohan, how are you?”
“I’m fine. I was in the middle of studying.”
“Oh, sorry son. Listen, I was speaking with someone and they told me people your age are getting into lab work. The pay is good and it’ll jumpstart your future. You need to start thinking about these things, Rohan.”
“Yes, Dad, but I haven’t even finished my core classes yet.”
“So, what? You need direction. Listen, when you get to be my age, you’ll wish you made some better choices. I want you to start taking initiative with your life. Lately, you’ve been content with things and that’s not right. You can’t expect things to fall on your lap.”
Rohan rolled his eyes. If only his Dad knew about the morpher and his newfound power.
“I know the economy isn’t in great shape, but there are jobs out there,” his Dad said. “The medical field is always in need. I’m not saying you have to be a nurse like your sister, Mika, but at least try something more realistic and tangible.”
“What’s wrong with running a business?” Rohan asked, trying not to sound angry.
“Son, you need to watch the news more. Small businesses are hurting big time. It’s harder to get a loan and with the various taxes, your business won’t make it. Do you really want to waste your life trying to run a business now?”
Rohan’s heart sank. Never in his wildest dreams would he hear his own father condemn his passion. Rohan fell silent.
“Just think about it, Rohan,” his Dad said, breaking the silence. “I’ll let you go back to your studies. Have a good night.”
“You too, Dad,” Rohan managed to say and hung up.
Rohan stared at the white wall as his phone dropped out of his hand. Anger and sadness filled both his heart and mind. Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. The door opened. It was James.
“You okay?” he asked nervously.
“I’ll be in a minute,” Rohan answered, still staring at the wall.
“Wanna go blow stuff up?” James asked with a grin. “It might calm you down.”
“Excuse me?” Rohan asked, looking at him. “You do realize we’re in Atlanta, right? There are no isolated forests or abandoned warehouses to blow up anything. And you saying that makes me sound like a terrorist.”
James laughed. “Sorry dude, just trying to cheer you up.”
“Thanks man, appreciate it,” Rohan replied with a smile.
“Look, I understand what you’re going through. Even my Dad is getting on my case. He’s been pushing me to finish my core classes with high marks so that he can send me to law school.”
“Why didn’t he send you the first time around?”
“Well…I got an 1180 on the SATs, so Yale and Harvard were out of the question.”
“I see. But what do you really want to do?”
“I don’t know…” James said with a frown. “I’ve been thinking that God’s been calling me to be a minister, but I’m just not sure.
“Well, whatever you do, your Dad will be proud…I hope…”
Rohan and James fell silent. In all the years they spent together, they both agreed their fathers were very similar. They both sighed and hung their heads low.
“So, about blowing stuff up…?” Rohan asked, lifting his head up.
A young girl got out of Sparks Hall and walked down Courtland Street. The air grew chilly as she approached the entrance to Hurt Park. She pondered on tonight’s lecture as she entered the park. She found a nearby bench and sat down. She closed her eyes and felt the cold breeze. She smiled as goose bumps rose up her arms. Suddenly, she felt an ominous presence. She quickly rose up from the bench and looked around: nothing but trees. She sighed as she placed her hand on her chest, trying to calm her racy heart. She turned around to grab her bookbag and felt something grab her wrist. She screamed as a Droga slowly appeared from the shadows. She kicked the Droga in the face. The Droga released his grip, causing the young girl to fall back.
“What the heck are you?” she asked, getting up.
The Droga didn’t answer, but instead attacked. The young girl dodged the assault of slashes and countered with a roundhouse kick to the side. The Droga collapsed and rolled across the ground. The young girl ran towards the entrance, but was stopped by another Droga.
“This can’t be right,” the young girl said, stepping back.
Soon, three more crawled out from the shadows. The young girl was surrounded. Her heart raced as the Drogas inched closer towards her. This couldn’t be the end. She had so much to live for. She closed her eyes and tried to pray. Although her faith in God wasn’t strong, she sure could use His help. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind began to surround her and blew the Drogas away. The young girl opened her eyes and saw the Drogas scattered across the park. She quickly grabbed her bookbag and ran towards her dorm.
At the same time, Rohan and James were at the base’s training room, practicing and venting their frustration.
“Rohan, your aim is off,” Mihr said watching them from the control room. “Try aiming a smidge to the left.”
Rohan listened and fired another fireball. The fireball hit the demon dead on. Rohan smiled and fired more at the oncoming demons. James, on the other hand, was having trouble dealing with his batch of demons. Every time James made a wood shield, it would shatter instantly.
“James, your element is as strong as the user,” Mihr said. “Don’t doubt your power.”
“Easy for you to say,” James replied dodging another demon’s attack.
Suddenly, another demon leaped in the air, attacking James from behind. Without thinking, James made a wood shield that completely surrounded him. The demons attacked the shield, but couldn’t make a dent in it. James could hear the trashing outside the shield and smiled at how strong it became.
“Now to end it,” he said with his arms wide open.
Instantly, the shield sprouted sharp wooden spears that pierced through the demons like butter. The demons cried in pain and then disappeared. James removed his shield and saw that his side was clear. He even saw Rohan give him a thumb up.
“That’s enough for today guys,” Mihr said, turning off the program.
Soon, the mountainous terrain with dark clouds disappeared and became a white walled room. Both Rohan and James stood there wiping the sweat from their foreheads.
“The Danger Room got nothing on this room,” Rohan said with a laugh.
“I think this room beats the Hyperbolic Time Chamber,” James replied.
Suddenly, Mihr entered the room.
“You two are interesting mortals,” Mihr said, shaking his head. “Does everything remind you of your cartoon world?”
“Anime, Mihr,” James answered angrily. “Get it right!”
Suddenly, Sephary entered the room.
“Hey guys, how are you two liking your morphers?”
She smiled brightly as she awaited their response. They stared at her for a moment and began to scratch the back of their heads. Her smile slowly vanished as they gave her a goofy grin.
“You guys are hopeless,” she said as she stormed off.
Rohan and James looked at each other and sighed.
“Guess Sephary is really mad at us for not using the morphers,” James said.
“But it’s not like we’ve had any battles,” Rohan replied. “Still, we should test them out. Mihr, ready the training room again. We’re gonna test out the morphers next.”
“If you say so,” Mihr said and went back to the control room.
“C’mon James, it’s gatcha time,” Rohan said with a smile.
“You’re so gonna get sued for that,” James said as they waited for the program to start.