The old television hummed from a corner of the room.
Every now and then, the picture flickered as a horizontal line rolled across the screen, briefly distorting the faces of whoever happened to be on it. It still worked, though. The thing had survived for who knew how many years, and as long as it kept turning on every afternoon, nobody seemed to see much reason to replace it.
A boy of about seven sat in front of it on a wooden chair that was probably even older than the television. Its backrest was worn, the legs carried the marks of time, and patches of varnish had long since disappeared, yet it remained sturdy. Old, certainly, but clearly looked after.
On the table was a plate holding a torta frita almost as large as both of the boy's hands put together, still warm beneath a generous coating of sugar.
From time to time, he tore off a piece and ate it, making sure to keep the crumbs over the plate. Dirtying the table or the floor would only mean cleaning it later.
His attention never strayed from the television.
An old series was playing, one he'd watched so many times that he could recognize the music almost from the first few notes.
Zorro.
The story of Don Diego de la Vega, a young man who returned to Los Angeles and, concealed behind a black mask, became Zorro to stand against those who mistreated the people of the town.
He loved it.
Tornado, Zorro's faithful horse, was a pretty big reason why.
In that episode, a man had been imprisoned while several soldiers followed the orders of those responsible for locking him away unjustly. Zorro had managed to sneak inside, free him, and prepare an escape before anyone realized what had happened.
Still trying to understand why a stranger had risked so much for him, the prisoner stared at his rescuer.
"Who are you, sir?"
The man in black smiled beneath the mask.
"A friend of the people. Zorro."
The boy's eyes brightened.
The soldiers appeared soon afterward. Zorro drew his sword and stepped between them and the man he'd just freed, filling the courtyard with the clash of steel as he moved from one opponent to the next, deflecting attacks and clearing a path for the prisoner to escape.
Halfway through another bite, the boy forgot to keep chewing.
The piece of torta frita hovered between his mouth and the plate while his gaze followed every movement on the screen.
The soldiers had the numbers, the authority, and the orders.
Zorro had a sword, a horse, and a mask.
Nobody had asked him to go in there. No reward had been promised, and the prisoner didn't even know who he was.
The man was simply in trouble.
So Diego had gone to help him.
As the black-clad figure mounted Tornado and escaped before the soldiers could catch him, the boy lowered the piece of torta frita back onto his plate.
"A friend of the people..." he repeated under his breath.
The credits appeared shortly afterward, accompanied by the closing music.
"Nono, why does Don Diego do that?"
Across from him sat a slightly hunched old man who had been watching the television as well.
A torta frita rested on his own plate, just as large and just as heavily dusted with sugar. He took a bite, carefully keeping the crumbs from falling onto the floor, and waited until he'd finished chewing before looking away from the screen.
"I don't know," he said. "Why do you think he does it?"
The boy glanced back at the credits.
"I... don't know..."
He tore off another piece.
"Don Diego is handsome. He has money, a good father... even a servant who's also his friend, Bernardo. He has everything."
His nono listened while he tried to put the thought together.
"I don't understand why he'd risk his perfect life by becoming Zorro."
"Mmmm..."
The old man reached for the glass of wine beside his plate and took a small sip.
"Do you know what Proverbs says?"
A shake of the head.
"'Do not withhold good when it is in your power to do it.'"
The answer only left the boy more confused.
"What does that mean?"
"If you can help someone and you know they need it, sometimes the question shouldn't be what you're going to get out of it."
He nodded toward the television.
"Don Diego could stay home and live comfortably. He's got money, land, family, friends who care about him. He could close the windows and pretend the town's problems have nothing to do with him."
"But he doesn't."
"No."
"Because it's the right thing to do?"
A faint smile appeared on the old man's face.
"I think so."
The boy wrinkled his nose.
"But he could die."
"Yeah. He could."
"Then he's kind of stupid."
His nono snorted with laughter.
"A little."
That made the boy smile too.
"But if everyone was too afraid of getting hurt to do anything, who would help the people who can't defend themselves?"
The last of the credits disappeared, leaving the television black for a few seconds. In the dark glass, the boy could faintly make out his own reflection sitting in front of it.
"Even though he has everything..." he murmured. "...he still goes out and helps."
His nono tore off another piece of torta frita.
"There's a reason he's the hero of the story."
The sound of the front gate opening interrupted them.
The old man's eyes widened.
In one quick motion, he grabbed his glass and finished the remaining wine. He immediately reached for the pitcher, poured water into the glass until it was halfway full, then got to his feet as fast as his legs allowed.
The bottle came next.
He shoved the cork back in and hurried toward the refrigerator, opened it, and stretched as far as he could toward the highest shelf. After pushing the wine all the way to the back, he began arranging other things in front of it until nothing could be seen.
Only then did he close the door.
His grandson stood behind him with one eyebrow raised.
"Don't tell the old lady."
The boy pursed his lips and pretended to consider the request.
"Is lying to Nona the right thing to do?" he asked loudly.
The old man snorted, reached into his pocket, and rummaged around until he found a crumpled five-peso bill.
"Not a word."
The money vanished into the boy's pocket almost immediately.
The door opened.
A short elderly woman entered, followed at an unhurried pace by an old dog.
"Samuel, you're taking way too long to take a shit. Am I going to have to take you to the vet?"
Samuel didn't appear particularly concerned by the possibility.
He crossed the room and dropped down beside the gas heater.
The woman finally looked up.
Her husband and grandson were standing beside the refrigerator.
Her gaze shifted to the table.
Two glasses, both containing water.
Then she noticed something else.
A faint, slightly sweet smell lingered in the room, one she knew very well.
"You haven't been drinking wine, have you, old man?" she asked suspiciously.
Her husband shrugged.
"Wine? Woman, how am I supposed to drink wine when I don't even have any?"
She said nothing.
Instead, she turned toward her grandson and raised her eyebrows.
He understood immediately.
A sideways glance went to his nono.
The old man returned it.
After a brief pause, the boy faced his grandmother again and smiled.
"No, Nona. We only drank water, ate torta frita, and watched Zorro."
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The woman nodded very slowly.
"Uh-huh..."
Before she could continue the interrogation, the boy slipped past them and started trotting toward the door.
"I'm going to buy some ice cream! I'll be right back!"
He passed his grandmother and headed out into the street.
She pulled a slight face as she watched him leave, though it soon gave way to a smile. Then her attention returned to her husband.
"Don't you two ever get tired of watching that? He should be watching things for kids his age. Those... cartoons. Not those old shows you keep showing him."
The old man frowned.
"Those 'old shows' are better than that garbage that just rots kids' brains. The day I make him watch that stuff is the day I've failed as a grandfather."
The exaggerated indignation in his voice wasn't fooling anyone, least of all his wife.
Used to his nonsense, she simply rolled her eyes, stepped closer, and gave him a brief kiss on the lips.
He kissed her back.
When they parted, she stayed near him.
"I don't know where... but I know you're hiding it from me."
His face became as neutral as he could manage.
"You'd better keep bribing our grandson really well, because if I ever find it..."
A faint smile accompanied the threat.
The old man swallowed audibly.
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The voices reached him first.
They sounded distant and distorted, tangled with impacts, alarms, and a constant murmur in the background. For several seconds, it felt as though he were listening to everything from beneath the water.
Gradually, the words became clear.
"Sir... please, respond. Are you all right?"
Legion blinked.
SID's voice managed to cut through the fog in his head.
He shifted slightly and looked around. The place seemed familiar enough: control panels, bluish lights, seats bolted to the floor, and a lot, a lot of technology. It wasn't the same submarine he'd traveled in with the princes before, but it looked pretty similar.
"Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty?"
He turned his head to the left.
Shuri was walking toward him without her helmet, a bottle of water in one hand.
"Here. You must be thirsty."
Legion took it, blinking several times as he tried to get his bearings. He was sitting in a chair beside what appeared to be the control room, surrounded by movement and voices he was still having trouble following.
"Sir, your heart rate is stable, and your brain activity is as well. How are you feeling?" SID asked.
The lower half of Legion's helmet retracted, uncovering his mouth.
He opened the bottle and drank for several seconds while Shuri remained beside him, watching without rushing him.
"I'm fine, SID. Relax. Just a little dazed."
"You had me very worried, sir. When you transformed, all outside communication with your watch was blocked. I had no way of knowing what was happening."
Legion lowered the bottle.
A slight frown crossed his face.
"Actually... now that you mention it, I don't know what the hell happened either."
He looked at Shuri.
The princess raised an eyebrow.
"You don't?"
She activated a small projector on her forearm, and a holographic image appeared between them.
A titanic creature was moving through Atlantis, leaving destruction in its wake while soldiers and vessels struggled to stay beyond its reach.
Giganto.
What caught Legion's attention, though, was what had happened to him.
Grayish skin covered his body, crossed by thick black lines. His eyes had gone completely dark, with a violet iris glowing at the center.
The telltale signs of Ghostfreak's possession.
Legion stopped drinking.
"I... did that?"
Shuri looked at him.
"You really don't remember anything?"
He gave her no answer.
"You did a great job clearing the area, hero," she continued. "Granted, you got a little violent toward the end, but it looks like you managed to come back to yourself just in time."
Legion kept his eyes on the recording.
Giganto was charging through Attuma's forces while the Atlantean troops did everything they could to stay away from him.
He closed his eyes for a moment.
That's bad. Really bad. I... No. Not now. That can wait. There's still work to do.
A violent jolt ran through the submarine.
The vessel tilted far enough that Shuri had to grab one of the seats, while Legion braced himself against the panel beside him.
"What the hell is going on?"
Once Shuri had her balance again, she changed the projection.
"Well... thanks to your little cleanup job, Byrrah was able to mobilize a good portion of his forces again."
The new image showed Byrrah moving through the streets with hundreds of soldiers and several vessels. He issued orders as he advanced, reorganizing units, directing groups toward different sectors, and helping evacuate civilians who were still trapped.
He wasn't alone.
T'Challa and Okoye were moving a short distance away.
The Wakandan prince advanced beside several Atlantean soldiers, helping clear one of the passages between the buildings, while Okoye worked with them to evacuate a group of civilians. The Dora Milaje clearly had no intention of standing on the sidelines. Whenever a hidden threat managed to get close, she dealt with it before it could reach the people they were trying to get out of the area.
Byrrah's arrival with his troops was beginning to restore some order to the streets. Civilians followed the soldiers' instructions, while others made use of the newly opened safe routes to help the injured or go back for anyone still trapped among the damaged buildings.
"Byrrah went out there personally with his men," Shuri explained. "They're clearing the streets and reinforcing the defenses wherever they still can."
Legion watched the transmission for a few more seconds.
"T'Challa..."
Shuri nodded.
"He said he'd help Byrrah along with Okoye."
Legion turned slightly toward her.
"In the middle of all this?"
"Something about it being a good opportunity to improve relations between both countries," Shuri replied. "If Wakanda helps Atlantis now, when they genuinely need it, Byrrah and his people will be able to see that our intentions are sincere."
Legion looked back at the projection.
"So he's doing diplomacy while the city is falling apart."
A small smile appeared on Shuri's face.
"Basically. On the other hand..."
She switched the image again.
Giganto was still there.
This time, several of the enormous whale-like creatures had surrounded him, keeping their distance as they released powerful sonic waves against his body.
Giganto reached for one of them, but the creature moved out of the way before his arm could connect. At the same time, two others attacked him from opposite directions.
Legion recognized one of them immediately.
"Zola..."
"And her family," Shuri confirmed.
Another jolt shook the vessel.
On the projection, several shots from a submarine struck near Giganto, forcing the titan to turn his attention toward it.
"Zola and the Aethelmar are keeping him busy. We're aboard Hunter's submarine, giving them covering fire."
Shuri paused.
"Or, well... helping as much as we can."
Legion kept watching as Giganto lashed out again. The creatures scattered before the blow could land, then quickly regrouped around him.
"So... about Hunter. Your brother..." Legion brought up.
Shuri smiled.
"Relax. I've got it under control. They're going to help us if he knows what's good for him."
Legion nodded, though the matter clearly remained on his mind.
"So you're the hero who broke into Wakanda and saved my little brother, huh?"
The voice came from the entrance to the room.
They both turned.
Hunter walked between the control stations until he stopped in front of Legion.
"How are you doing, kid? Can you stand?"
The lower half of Legion's helmet closed over his face again. He planted both hands on the armrests and pushed himself to his feet, although he was still a little unsteady.
"Slowly, sir. Please be careful," SID warned.
"You must be Hunter," Legion said once he was standing.
"I suppose my little sister has already told you about me. Hopefully good things."
Hunter gave Shuri a quick glance with a slight smile.
She made a face.
He turned his attention back to Legion and held out a hand.
"Thank you."
Legion hesitated for a second before accepting it.
"For what?"
"For helping my siblings. I'm sure it wasn't easy, so I appreciate it."
"Heh. Don't mention it."
"We can talk later about how you discovered Wakanda and all that. For now, we've got a giant monster to deal with, right, sister?"
"Stop fooling around. What's happening?"
Hunter finally let go of Legion's hand.
"For now, Giganto is still being held back, but according to both my men and Byrrah, those whales aren't going to be able to keep him contained much longer. We need to do something before they give out."
He tilted his head toward Shuri.
"So... what do we do, super-genius?"
Shuri brought a hand to her chin and enlarged the image projected from her forearm.
"If we want to do something useful, the first thing we need to do is get Giganto out of the city."
The hologram showed the titan struggling while the Aethelmar kept pressure on him from several different angles.
"The problem is that we don't have enough firepower to hurt him, much less move him. Zola's family can keep him suppressed for a while, but that's all."
Hunter folded his arms.
"Then we need some way to force him away from the city."
Shuri kept studying the projection.
"Yes. Before they lose the ability to hold him."
She fell silent for a few seconds and looked around the room, still trying to think of a way to move the titan.
Eventually, her eyes stopped on Legion.
He had raised the bottle to his mouth again and was taking another long drink.
Shuri's gaze dropped to his wrist.
To the Omnitrix.
"Hey... you said you could transform into any sentient species, right?"
Legion finished drinking.
"Ahh..."
He wiped his mouth with one hand before answering.
"Yep. As long as it's a sentient species and it's different from humans, I can do it."
Shuri turned back to the hologram.
Zola and the other Aethelmar were still circling Giganto, alternating their sonic attacks to keep him under pressure. Every time the titan tried to reach one of them, another attacked from a different angle, forcing him to change targets.
The princess watched for a few more seconds.
Then her eyes went back to the Omnitrix.
A smile slowly began to form on her face.
===
FIVE MINUTES LATER
Giganto was having trouble moving beneath the Aethelmar's relentless bombardment.
The sonic waves weren't truly hurting him, but they were disrupting his movements. Whenever he tried to advance, attacks came at him from several directions, forcing him to regain his balance or stop before he could finish whatever he had been attempting.
Parts of his body were beginning to go numb as well.
Giganto made no effort to understand why.
He wasn't the kind of creature that stopped to wonder how something worked. Instinct governed his behavior, and his instincts were already telling him everything he needed to know.
His enemies were tiring.
Their attacks had been strong at first. Now some of the waves were beginning to lose power, and the Aethelmar were taking longer to move beyond the reach of his arms.
One of them barely avoided his hand as it swept past its body.
Giganto tried again.
Sooner or later, he would catch one.
"Matriarch, we won't be able to contain him much longer."
One of the adult Aethelmar sent a series of pulses toward the largest member of the group.
"Only the elders and a few of the young are here. If it weren't mating season and the others were with us, we could drive him away from the city. But like this..."
The Aethelmar narrowly avoided another movement from Giganto before returning to position.
"I'm afraid we'll have to retreat."
The matriarch kept her attention on the battle.
She was larger than the rest and remained slightly farther back, coordinating their attacks while also keeping watch over the younger members of the group.
"That boy Namor promised to protect these waters," she finally replied. "He said we could tend to our own while he watched over this territory."
Her attention moved across the city.
Soldiers were reorganizing the defenses. Vessels moved between the buildings, and fighting was still underway farther in the distance.
The one she expected to see, however, was nowhere to be found.
"Namor should be here."
She swept the waters with her senses once again.
Nothing.
There was no trace of the son of her old friend, Princess Fen.
"We can't give up, Grandma. They need us."
The young calf who had recently started insisting that everyone call her Zola approached the two adults.
"If we leave now, that thing will be able to do whatever it wants to them."
The matriarch exchanged a brief look with the Aethelmar beside her before answering.
"Little one, we have protected these waters for hundreds of generations, and our pact with Kamuu ended several decades ago. I will not sacrifice any of you for these creatures."
"But..."
"Don't think I'm making this decision lightly, my child," she interrupted patiently. "I came with you because I understood how serious the situation was. But my duty is to protect all of you. The safety of Atlantis was Namor's responsibility."
Zola lowered her head.
The matriarch remained beside her for a few seconds, then released a signal that only members of their species could perceive.
"Retreat."
The Aethelmar broke formation and began moving away from Giganto, putting distance between themselves and the titan before he could fully regain his mobility.
The old matriarch looked back at Zola.
The young one obeyed, but she made no effort to hide how unhappy she was about it.
The matriarch didn't like seeing her that way. Even so, she couldn't allow Zola's disappointment to change her decision. The girl was still young. With time, she would understand that protecting their own also meant recognizing when a battle should no longer continue.
She resumed swimming with the rest of the group.
Zola took a little longer to follow.
Before leaving, she turned her head.
Without the sonic waves bearing down on him, Giganto was beginning to straighten up again. His movements were still heavy, but more control returned to his body with every passing second.
It wasn't long before he began advancing toward the structures of Atlantis once more.
"My lady... do you see that?"
One of the adults drew the matriarch's attention.
She extended her senses into the distance and soon detected a small metal vehicle approaching at high speed. It wasn't coming toward them.
It was heading for the creature they'd just left behind.
"What are they doing? Do they wish to die?" she wondered.
"Shuri?" Zola murmured when she recognized the submarine.
The young Aethelmar slowed, her unease growing as she watched it approach.
"No, no, no... What are they doing?"
The submarine continued forward until something suddenly shot out from inside.
At that distance, it barely looked like more than a single figure covered in some kind of suit, unlike any creature they were accustomed to seeing in the depths of Atlantis.
Whoever it was, they were heading straight for Giganto.
"What should we do?" one of the adults asked.
The matriarch followed the figure's path for several seconds.
"Move aside. If they wish to sacrifice themselves to buy some time, then so be it."
The Aethelmar began clearing the way.
The tiny figure continued toward Giganto until a green flash illuminated the water.
Its silhouette disappeared inside the light.
Almost immediately, it began to grow.
What emerged from the other side was enough to bring the entire group's retreat to a halt.
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An adult Aethelmar now swam where the strange figure had been only moments before. His body matched the size and proportions of a fully grown member of their species, though one detail made him impossible to mistake.
His eyes glowed an intense green.
And on his chest rested a strange symbol.
The newcomer released a powerful sonic wave that spread through the water. To any other creature, it would have sounded like the deafening call of a whale, but the Aethelmar heard something else.
"THUNDERWHALE!"
Every one of his fins moved at once.
His enormous body shot forward, forcing the pod to split apart and let him through. Several of the Aethelmar turned to watch as he tore through their formation, heading straight for Giganto.
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"But... what just happened?" the matriarch asked.
The answer came before anyone had the chance to explain.
Thunderwhale was still accelerating.
Until now, the Aethelmar had fought Giganto by keeping their distance, striking from different angles and retreating before he could reach them.
This newcomer did the exact opposite.
He went straight at him.
Giganto barely managed to turn before Thunderwhale crashed into his chest, putting the full weight and speed of his body behind the impact.
The collision boomed through the water like cannon fire.
There was no pause afterward.
Pressing himself against Giganto's chest, the hero drove every fin forward at once. Water churned violently around them as the titan began to lose ground beneath the relentless pressure.
His feet dragged across the seabed at first.
A moment later, they lifted away from it.
Suspended several yards above the ocean floor, Giganto was forced backward through the water by a creature considerably smaller than himself.
For beings of their size, those few yards of elevation might have seemed insignificant. To the streets and buildings of Atlantis below, they made all the difference.
From a distance, the Aethelmar watched the pair move farther and farther from the place where the fight had begun.
Thunderwhale wasn't trying to bring Giganto down.
He was pushing him out.
The titan responded quickly.
One claw caught Thunderwhale across the back, cutting into him before he could pull away.
A sharp cry escaped the hero, and the pressure of his charge faltered for a moment.
Giganto never got the chance to capitalize on it.
At point-blank range, Thunderwhale unleashed a powerful sonic wave.
The blast tore through the water between them and hurled the titan several hundred yards backward.
"Good work, sir," SID reported. "You've managed to displace him a considerable distance. We are still within Atlantis's outer sector, but Miss Shuri was correct. You can get him out of the city."
Thunderwhale circled twice while regaining control.
The wound across his back was still bleeding, though not badly enough to interfere with his movement.
"You're quite an impulsive young man."
The voice reached him through a sequence of pulses.
Turning toward the source, he saw the Aethelmar swimming back in his direction. The matriarch led the group and stopped a short distance away.
"You are not one of us," she said as she examined him. "And in all my years, I have never seen anyone like you."
Her gaze followed the glowing green markings along his body, lingered on his emerald eyes, then settled on the symbol across his chest.
"What are you?"
"My name is Legion, ma'am. I'm a superhero from the surface."
Several members of the pod exchanged puzzled looks.
"A superhero?" some murmured among themselves.
Before the matriarch could say anything else, a small calf slipped out from the group and hurried toward Thunderwhale.
"Legion? You're Legion? Shuri's friend?"
"Zola..." he said, recognizing her.
She came even closer, studying him from top to bottom.
"But how is this possible?"
"I can transform into different species. It's nice to finally meet you properly, little one."
Several cheerful squeals escaped the calf as she began swimming around him.
"Calm down, child," the matriarch said.
Zola reluctantly reined in her excitement and returned to the group.
The elder turned her attention back to Legion.
"Young man, what you did was very brave, but you need to leave. You were fortunate to come away with only that wound on your back. Next time, you may not be so lucky."
A roar rolled through the water before he could answer.
In the distance, Giganto was getting back up. The seabed trembled beneath him as the titan searched for whoever had sent him flying.
"He looks pretty angry, huh?" Thunderwhale commented.
"Which is precisely why you need to go," the matriarch insisted. "You could die."
"Thanks for the advice, Grandma, but I can't do that."
For a moment, Thunderwhale looked back toward the structures of Atlantis still standing behind them.
"There are a lot of people back there. Letting him through isn't an option."
"Why?" the elder asked, genuinely unable to understand. "Why would you risk the most precious thing you possess for beings you don't even know?"
Legion turned slightly toward her.
"If I can do something to stop this disaster and save lives, why shouldn't I? If I can help, then I will. Because it's the right thing to do."
His green eyes returned to Giganto.
Before anyone could stop him, every fin along his body spread wide.
He shot forward.
Sonic waves raced ahead of him and struck the titan as Thunderwhale rapidly closed the distance. Giganto raised both arms against the assault, then swung a claw the moment his opponent came within reach.
Without slowing, Thunderwhale tilted his body and adjusted course.
The claws grazed one side of him.
He kept going.
Using the momentum he'd already built, he corrected his angle with his fins and slammed directly into Giganto's abdomen.
The force drove the titan backward once again.
Thunderwhale stayed against him, pushing with everything he had and forcing the larger creature several more yards toward the outskirts of Atlantis.
Behind them, the pod watched the stranger's charge closely.
"What do we do?" one of the adults asked.
The question spread among several members of the group.
For a while, the matriarch said nothing.
In the distance, Thunderwhale continued fighting Giganto. Each charge moved the titan a little farther from Atlantis, though the strain was beginning to show on the hero's body.
Still, he refused to retreat.
Each time he was pushed away, he gathered speed and charged again.
Yard by yard, Giganto was being driven away from the city.
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