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“Aren’t you getting tired of this? Of seeing the people you love suffer? Perhaps there’s something you can do about it.”
Miles looked at the Pomeranian by his feet. Her fur equally damp from the rain, she glanced at him with those large, pleading eyes. In her mouth was a red string, similar to the one tied in a bow around her neck.
Listening to the patter of raindrops around him and glancing to the side, where his father lay dead in the alleyway, the young boy managed to brush aside his wet bangs and nod at the pomeranian.
Despite the tears in his eyes and his wavering voice, the 9-year-old puffed out his chest and did his best to appear brave and strong for the small creature.
“I’ll do it,” he said, kneeling to take the red string. However, before his slender fingers could grab hold, the pomeranian stepped back.
“There are three rules associated with this line of work,” the dog warned.
“...Continue,” Miles insisted.
“The first rule is to never lose the bow. It’s the only way you can transform. If it’s removed while you’re transformed, you go back to your civilian attire,” the pomeranian instructed, furrowing her brows seriously.
Miles nodded slowly.
“The second rule is to use your powers for good. No stealing for personal reasons, no flaunting your abilities,” she explained.
“Of course,” Miles replied.
“The third, and most important rule,” she continued, “is to never get caught.”
Miles stopped for a moment. “What do you mean by that?” the boy questioned.
“ Don’t get caught. Not by law enforcement, not by the enemy, and most certainly not by civilians. There’s different ways of interpreting this rule: don’t get found out and arrested, don’t get trapped, don’t fall in love, etcetera. I’m sure you can understand why,” the pomeranian said.
“Because… it complicates things for the plan?” Miles asked.
The pomeranian nodded, “Your goal is to find your teammates, then to seal and eliminate the great evil . The very person responsible for your father’s death, the man you were destined to fight since your light came into existence. There can be no distractions from the plan.”
Miles clenched his fist and nodded. “No distractions,” he repeated.
The pomeranian smiled and allowed Miles to grasp the string.
“Welcome to the team, Moonshadow ,” she grinned.