Ch.2
Hank rubbed the size of his temple, trying to diges— rather, understand the story he had just been told. Doc had apparently created Twilight in a lab, from DNA taken from Night Stalker and Helios. The young super’s destiny was always to be eaten and Doc had made sure it came to fruition. Hank’s worldview as a lowly grunt was shaking. The heroes didn’t lose, and they certainly didn’t die. But Twilight, beloved by all, had just perished in his gut overnight with

Hank Weathers sat in his brown leather recliner armchair, only in his underwear, watching his small TV play. The lights in his living room were off. No point in them being on if he was the only person there. He was always the only person. An apartment full of nothing but a man and his broken dreams. The TV light flashed capturing Hank’s attention once again.
“And the city has been saved once again to Night Stalker and his super-powered sidekick Twilight.” The News anchor repor

“I don’t know about this, Sir.” Salim twiddled his fingers.




“Nonsense, my boy I can’t think of anyone more deserving of this than you.” Knight Galivant smiled holding out shiny silver armor. He had just slain yet another dragon that was terrorizing a village and as a reward was allowed to plunder all its treasures. Whether it was Rolfak on the frosted mountains, Grekle in the open plains, or