I was a boy of six years old when I first learned about Epics. In that day, they were all heroes. They did incredible things like stopping robbers from robbing banks, keeping break-ins from happening, curing diseases, and preventing war. They were extremely powerful, but they always used that power for good. Back then, Epics dedicated their lives to helping average citizens – the rest of us. (Of course, I had not developed my powers yet.) Oh, how desperately I wished to be one of them.
Flash-forward: I was ten years old. I was bullied and picked on in school. I was the chunky kid with huge-rimmed glasses and straight A’s – and in the fifth grade, that wasn’t cool. I remember one day being out in the schoolyard during recess. The other kids were always playing soccer, four-square, or chatting in small groups by the trees. I – as usual – was sitting on a bench reading my comic book, when a bigger kid walked right up to me. I looked up. He towered over me. “What are you reading Nerdface??” He taunted. I sat silently, trying to ingnore him. After all, this wasn’t the first time this had happened.
Infuriated that I had ignored him, Big Meanie Kid tore my book out of my hands and laughed.
“Hey! Give it back!” I exclaimed. The kid just laughed again. In my head, I wished for an Epic to come down and give the bully what he deserved.
Almost as if he had read my thoughts, an Epic – Lionheart – appeared almost out of thin air and zapped the bully away from me! The boy literally vanished. I was shocked, but relieved. Lionheart winked at me and disappeared again.
From that day on, no one ever bothered me for being a “nerd” ever again. I devoted the next two years to figuring out how I could thank Lionheart, and repay him for his kind deed. I became his biggest fan – hanging posters, buying t-shirts and backpacks, and collecting all of his action figures. I wanted to be just like him when I got older.
All of that changed very soon. I found the man I worshipped. When I did, I asked for an autograph. The man rolled his eyes and brushed me off, barely giving me two seconds of attention. Crushed, I cried out, “It’s not supposed to be this way!” The man – my hero – my idol – the main purpose of my life up until that point – simply shook his head, chuckling. “Sorry, son,” he replied apathatically. He didn’t sound very sorry.
The man who I had looked up to was now just another one of my bullies. “No,” I whispered. My mind was buzzing with confusion. That day crushed my being. It wasn’t until I discovered my powers that the sadness and confusion turned into burning rage and hate for epics. When I discovered that I could dominate all Epics was when I was rejuvenated. I could take over the world! The possibilities were endless. I would show them that I didn’t need their saving, or the dominance. I would be the one to dominate them. I would get revenge on Lionheart.