Danny Bosley: The genesis of El Heroman...

[crimsonjoe]

Origins 2026

Danny normally slept soundly. After all, he had heard that sleep was the was to restore the body, the mind, and the soul. How could sleep not be good? Even when he remembered his dreams, they weren't disturbing- just strange and wonderful and weird. Like the time last month when he rode a giant duck to make the wedding between the Montaigne Emporer , Fauner Posen, and a 2,000 year old elm tree...

Tonight was different. He dreamt of the past- his childhood, with Gemma Irving. Gemma was only three months older than him but seemed twice as old, five times as smart, and ten times as brave. They had other friends, of course- but Danny couldn't quite remember their names. There was the girl who didn't like bugs, and the blonde haired boy, and the other boy who coud swim. He couldn't remember them. Danny could remember Gemma, though- frizzy hair, a crooked smile, always up to getting them in trouble.

When she dared them to go into the forest- the weird forest that all the adults yelled at them to never, ever, EVER enter- Danny jumped up to join her. Of course he would- it was Gemma's idea, and Gemma knew better. So they took off, running- and Danny could run, but Gemma was always ten steps ahead of him, calling him out to go faster, hurry up, get deeper into the dark forest. He could never quite catch up... and then he lost sight of Gemma...

and then there was a scream...

Danny woke up, startled. Was the scream in his dream, or out in the real world? It had to be the real world, right?

He grabbed his mask. Canguine needed a hero. Canguine needed El Heroman.