Was becoming a hero a rational decision?

Connor would say no. It was the stupidest, most reckless thing he could have done with his very limited spare time. He could think of at least ten better ways to kill time than going out on the streets in a weird outfit while staying alive and healthy.

Volunteering is a thing, he reminded himself, fidgeting with the itchy mask on his eyes. No need to get yourself killed for greater good.

He would turn around and run down the stairs, but the view from the one of the tallest buildings in the city was magical. The shimmering lights and colorful dots far below him, all the glass around him. Not to mention the sky which was changing shades by the minute. And the noise. It was weird to listen, yet not hear a thing.

Somehow the city was more beautiful from a distance.

Connor took a deep breath before looking down again. The ground was very far away. If this didn't work out how he imagined, he is definitely going to get injured. Badly. Possibility of dying was way too high for comfort.

Still, there was something endearing about the way his heart picked up the pace at the thought of danger.

Taking another breath, he stepped on the edge. With every brain cell available he did his best to concentrate on everything that had ever made him happy. His friend, no matter how annoying he was with his natal charts. His family, even though they made him rip his hair out way too often. Every joke, no matter how dumb.

He felt gentle tingles all over his body. This was a really bad idea. But he really wanted to step over that concrete edge.

So he did. To his relief, he stayed floating in the air. His heart finally returned from his throat to where it belonged. Next breath was much easier to take.

He allowed his happiness to take him higher, above all buildings. The bubble grew inside him as he took in more of the view. Corners of his lips twitched against his will.

"I could get used to this", he muttered. 

A group of small feathery blobs flew into his chest. Connor felt couple of beaks in his ribs. He flew up higher, giggling at the ticklish feeling. Giggling turned into uncontrolable laughter. There definitely was something in the air tonight. Maybe it was just the height. Maybe it was the plane that flew above his head, leaving behind a misty trail of fumes. He didn't remember the last time he felt so light. 

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach. But this isn't what Nora Roberts said about love, Connor thought, but again, she probably can't fly like this. Oh, if only being in love felt half this euphoric.

The sun was setting,but a flock of ducks decided he flew too close to it.

They aimed straight at his head, causing him to flip around in the air. He found himself looking straight down to what seemed to be the ninth circle of hell. The height made him lightheaded. Gravity tugged at his stomach.

Fear pulled out a big needle and gently poked the happy bubble. He slowly started to drift downwards. Connor closed his eyes tightly.

"Don't even think about falling," he hissed. He felt panic in his own words. His hands were shaking like crazy. Moving his neck towards his chest, he dared to open one eye.

He was dangling from the dimly lit sky. It looked as if heavens held him by the heels.

"I'm not dead," he whispered, trying to regain his composure. He inhaled the cold air and exhaled slowly, relaxing and giving in to muffled sounds of the city below. "There's no city. No traffic. No cars. Just a big, fluffy cloud smelling like chocolate."

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling more at ease. "Don't worry, those dots are just the sprinkles. You know, the sugary ones Dad likes to put on cakes." Connor chuckled. Hopefully he won't remember to make them tomorrow. The sprinkles have been sacrificed as inspiration fuel two days ago.

A big pile of something heavy and feathery flew straight into his face, and the fear impaled the bubble like a knight on a tournament.

His arms and legs flailed in the air uselessly. Air felt almost solid as he tried to shut his eyes. He didn't wan't traffic to be the last thing he'll get to see. No, he wanted to see his father, his brother, recall how good it felt to be hugged, how great it felt to laugh. 

But he wasn't going to get that. All his eyes saw were grey, shining cars and glimpses of hard asphalt. 

I don't want this to hurt, he cried a prayer in his thoughts.

Something tugged him from death's hands. He stopped, the sudden movement forcing the air out of his lungs. Gasping like a fish in water, he looked down at the traffic. Growls and honking of cars below were deafening. They would have made a nice pancake out of him down there.

He didn't fall. Or die.

He slowly turned his head upwards. His arm and chest were dressed in thick silky white hair. Hair travelled up above his head and over the rail of the top balcony. And on that balcony stood a lady. Hair was wrapped around her arms as if it were another skin.

"Are you okay?", she called out to him.

She wore a mask similar to his, but he still managed to make out a pair of widened, glassy eyes that looked at him. Her lips quivered in the evening chill. Arms holding the thick rope of hair were trembling.

"Yeah," Connor breathed out. He cleared his throat. "Yes. I'm fine. Just flew into a bit of traffic."

Author's note:

I present to you... my humble prologue that's a tad bit longer than what you'd expect.

First of all, welcome! You have joined a story with exactly two heroes, one of them being a... well, I'm not gonna tell you. You're gonna have to read and see for yourself what they're like. But I think you're gonna like everyone involved.

This is my first proper attempt at writing in English, so please point out any mistakes you notice. I'll do my best to fix them and learn from them so I can make reader experience better.

Also, this story will have rather slow updates. Reason one being my education and reason two being my occasional fits of procrastination.

Let me know what you think in the comments below. I look forward to this adventure, and I hope you enjoy! <3