Hanging On To Traditionsby
HipychikComment by K3Master: It was to be a simply family dinner, two generations separated by one, meeting for a lovely brunch on that clear and pleasant morning.
However, just as they were about to arrive at the restaurant, they heard it. The screeching of tires, the explosions, the screams. As one they turned towards the sounds and their faces transformed.
He set himself, and a look of concern and fortitude passed his eyes, and he knew he would have one last act of heroism to perform.
She looked on in pain and horror, but soon realized that her retirement would have to end, for one last act.
And the little one? She just scrunched an eye and glared, for she knew that her grandparents would follow her into this battle one last time, and she could do nothing to stop it, and it was time to act.
So as one, the three of them stepped into the street, and as they did their clothes morphed into colorful costumes and energy crackled around them, and with a shout of solidarity they entered into the fray.