[ WP ] Every aspiring superhero must become a sidekick for a few years before being granted full time hero status . You are the strongest superhero in your age group , but believe you have been assigned to the weakest hero . You learn a lot more than you originally thought you would .

Radiant sunlight poured down from an azure sky, and everything we said and did seemed gilded, blessed by whatever providence had granted us our powers. Costumes gleamed and fantastic sights abounded as my fellow graduates basked in this moment. The Golden Hour, the faculty called it, the brief respite between the end of school and our first assignments. 
 
 A bittersweet nostalgia forced a wistful smile from me as I dodged a playful fireball sent my way by Lucy... Well, You would've known her as Incendrix, but she made a stand against Manticore early on, before the League rebuilt itself, and....Anyway. Before your time. 
 
 These had been good years. The real world would come calling soon, bring the harsh pall of reality to our dream. League reps were already fanning through the crowd of families and students, moving with a prideful calm. They would bear our futures with them, new master introducing himself to new sidekick. The first assignment could make or break a career, and I had one hell of a story to go live. 
 
 `` Excuse me sir, Mr. SoulSouce? Could you spell that for me?'' 
 
 I turned to meet the voice, and nearly missed the unremarkable man who owned it. 
 
 `` Gabe Rogers, Metro Herald,'' he said shaking my hand. He had a manner about him that put you at ease, some weird balance of confidence and vulnerability. 
 
 *A reporter? * it was n't unheard of for a local rag to run a column on a promising graduate, but only after he or she had met their assigned hero. Oh well. 
 
 `` Happy to, I get that a lot. It's S-O-U-L-'' 
 
 `` Thanks, I can figure out the rest. I thought it might be a clue to your power, maybe the sun gives you s boost, maybe,'' his eyes focused like lasers on mine, `` you needed to affirm that you really own your abilities?'' 
 
 It cut through my charade of youthful confidence l. He could n't know! 
 
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