Five days ever since the attack within the Alchemist Headquarters, Percy, known as a hero of Summerhold, He was all over the Magius News as numerous accounts and sightings have been reported of him, defeating bandits all throughout Summerhold…
Percy, wearing his red-armored magic-resistant suit and jumped down from a building after seeing a group of four bandits attacking a lady.
“It’s the Flare, get him!”
The leader yelled, as three of them drawn their bows back and shot at Percy.
Percy dodged the arrows by using his flare magic to leap high into the air.
“Flare Blast!”
Percy shot a blast at one of the bandits, knocking one out.
Once Percy had landed back down the next Bandit then charged at him with an old, rusty sword.
“Arrrugh!”
The Bandit swung his sword at Percy, narrowly missing as Percy sent another flare blast at the Bandit, knocking out another one.
“He’s not a God, kill him!”
The leader yelled at the other bandit.
The bandit began shaking in fear, scared that he’d end up like his friends and be sent off to a Magic Council Camp for jail-time and ran away.
“…”
The leader’s stone-frozen face grew with rage, quickly shooting Percy down with a quick bowshot.
“Ah!”
Percy fell down to the floor, gripping onto the arrow that pierced his shoulder.
The leader walked over towards Percy about to kill him until the lady threw a brick at the Leader’s head, knocking him out.
“Oh, that’s definitely going to scar.”
Percy removed the arrow, leaving the area before Magic Council Guards arrived.
Percy made it back home, leaping back into his room through his window after a night of saving lives and stopping bandits from causing crime within the city’s walls, removing the suit he had been given to him by Nickolas after it became an iconic suit worn by him as Flare.
“Ough…”
Percy held his head into his palm in aching pain, sleep deprived after a night of protecting Magius.
“Percy, breakfast is ready, eat up and get ready for school!”
His mother, Ruby yelled upstairs.
“School? For real?”
Percy groaned after the thought of going back to school, until he thought of Amy being in his Alchemy class.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be down there soon mom!”
Percy replied, taking off his suit and wearing his white-shirt, school attire.
-45 Minutes Later | Holden High-School-
Percy walked through the hallways, noticing posters of the Flare all over the walls, easily outweighing the talent show accouncements.
“It’s only been five days…”
Percy thought to himself, smiling as he went into Alchemy class.
Immediately, Percy would be pushed into a wall by a tall man with a dark stubble of facial hair.
“You were there! Five days ago, when you were attacked by that Dark Wizard! Why did you help that smiley potion-making slime, Derius? He’s pure evil!”
The bigger boy yelled at Percy.
“Thomas, i’ll see you after your potions class is over!”
A female teacher sternly yelled at him across the hallway.
Thomas let go of Percy, giving him a furious side-eye before heading off into the Potion Class
“Are you alright, Percy?”
Amy quickly went to comfort Percy.
“Uhm, I’m fine…what’s his problem?”
Percy held onto his bruised shoulder.
“Forget about him, let’s head to class.”
Amy smiled as the both of them walked into class.
Percy sat at the back of the room in his seating arrangement, as he watched Amy sit next to her boyfriend, Andrew Grey. Percy looked over at them, feeling a sense of lost hope.
“Welcome back Percy and Thomas, i am glad to see you both made a great recovery ever since you two have been hit by the magic storm a week ago.”
The potions teacher smiled at both of them.
“!”
Percy’s eyes widened in shock, if he had been granted magic by the magic storm, he could only wonder what it did to Thomas and the fact he hated Derius for what happened…Percy had to inform him fast.
After a long day of creating several short-duration sleep-potions, Percy immediately took his bag and left school walking to the Alchemist Headquarters to warn Derius about a potential victim of the magic-storm. However, two bandits walked up to Percy, holding old daggers directed at his chest.
“The bag, hand it over!”
The Bandit yelled.
“I’m not the guy you want to be messing with, i don’t even have time for this!”
Percy spoke to them, stepping two steps back and about to blast them both until.
“Primal Swipe!”
A man dressed in a black hood and old-torn up cape dropped down from the wall of Summerhold, slashing into one of the bandits with weaponized-claws.
“Uagh, AUH!”
The Bandit yelled in pain having a three large slashes on his chest.
“Not you again!”
The other bandit growled, jabbing the knife at the cloaked man.
The dark-hooded man caught the Bandit’s arm, using his other hand, would hit upwards at the Bandit’s elbow, dislocating his arm, then landing two heavy punches into the bandit’s stomach and ended by throwing the bandit over his whole body, slamming him onto the floor.
The bleeding bandit and the broken-arm Bandit both ran away in pain, tears nearly dropping from their eyes.
“…Who are you?”
Percy questioned the mysterious hooded man.
“Call me, Dark Jaguar.”
The hooded man smiled; his teeth had been noticeably sharpened to look like fangs.
Dark Jaguar leaped upwards over the wall, waving at Percy before leaving.
“…He has such a better hero name than I do…”
Percy stared into the sky.