Too Young To Be A Hero Novels & Stories

I said softly, the name felt heavy on my tongue. He flinched at the sound, but he didn’t stop. “He was just a kid,” Damon said, his voice was trembling. “Twelve years old, Lila. He didn’t deserve anything that happened to him. He wanted to be a hero's sidekick so badly. I warned him constantly it was dangerous, that he should wait until he was older, but he wouldn’t listen. He idolized them—all of them. Heroes, villains—it didn’t matter. To him, they were larger than life.” Damon’s words stuck in the air like a storm cloud. I could see the torment in his eyes, each word dragging him back to a memory he couldn’t escape.

I keep my hold on them for a little longer to be sure they won't wake from this. “That was awesome! Are you a superhero?” an excited voice asks. Shit. “Yes, I am,” I plaster a smile on my face as I turn to see a small boy, he must be about ten years old. I take in my surroundings and don't see any other people around. It's daylight here so I can only assume we are in the human realm. “Listen,” I crouch down to the boy's eye level, “you can't tell anyone what you saw here today, you can't give away my superhero identity, or I won't be able to stop the bad guys,” I say. The boy gets a glazed look in his eyes.

“You are too young to understand the true potential of what adults can do.” “He took from you, please don’t take from me. Superheroes are selfless, they are above revenge.” He does something I’m not expecting, he places my hand in his. “Like I said, I’m no superhero.” “Yes you are, to me you are. You won’t need to heal me anymore because losing him will kill me.”

Sadly, he wasn’t able to do much to help her. He felt angry at himself for not being able to find out the culprits behind her attempted assassination and kidnapping. He only wanted for her to live life safely and he wanted to see her smile. It made him feel inadequate for not being able to protect her from the harshness of this world. She was only 12 years old. It seemed that Yuna was experiencing the things an adult would face; it was too soon.

“You’re not just strong. You’re smart. You see the cracks in this place just like I do. And maybe… maybe you’re the only one who can save it.” I stared at him, heart thudding. “I don’t want to be a hero,” I whispered. “You don’t have to be,”

“Alright then.” “Okay, that’s it for now. I’m going to hang up the phone.” “See you later.” Just as I hung up, Jerry jumped happily and yelled, “Oh, oh! I can make a movie now. I am going to be a star. Mommy, Mr. Helsen told me this is an action movie. I will act as the male lead when he was young. He is a hero and can play powerful material arts.” Jason looked at him with a cold expression and said in disdain, “What’s so good about being a star? You should be a superhero so you can save the Earth.”

I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. What have I gotten myself into? Since when did I dream of becoming a soldier? And for the love of Yolly, I'm just twelve. I'm still waiting for the right body parts to grow, and yet here I am contemplating military life. I am not even a woman yet. Can a kid become a soldier? I've watched a couple of movies where the kids get to be more assertive with training but are trained for the army? I'm going to be a soldier version of Ninja kid, huh.

* Extremely Graphic Content Warning * Contains some mention of alcohol use by a minor and child endangerment are present. Strong language, as well. ~ June 7, 1971 He was turning six in just three days. His mommy says that this is his 'big boy' birthday, but if he was not mistaken, she had told him that last year too. But Nate didn't care. He was just finally ready to be a big boy. He was getting really tired of being treated like a baby all of the time. Then again, Nate was tired of a lot of things.

Sharon Hiding. Behind a computer.” “No. Not hiding. Sacrificing. You’re not a coward. I know that you know you’re facing this head-on. You don’t want justice for them; you want it for all the victims in the world and the many people out there who have been wronged and forced into a life they didn’t choose. You’re not just doing it for granny or yourself. You’re doing it for them. For the people that you don’t even know. That’s heroic. I think the brain, they say, is most impressionable before age twenty-two, so if you were going to go bad, then you’d have gone bad already. You chose the other path. It’s a harder path. The hardest. To be kind and good.”

Alison watched in amazement as Travis effortlessly connected with the kids, laughing and joking with them like he'd known them forever. One little boy, who couldn't have been more than 6 years old, looked up at Travis with wide eyes. "Mister, are you a superhero?" he asked, his voice full of wonder. “I've seen you on the big Television some time.” Travis chuckled and knelt down beside the little boy. "I'm not a superhero, but I do try to help people when I can," he said. "What about you? What do you want to be when you grow up?"