chapter 1: how it all started

                                    

                                          
Alone in my room, I could hear the distant sounds of laughter and joy from the living room, where my brother Ash reveled in the power of his formidable sacred gear. My powerlessness weighed heavily on me, exacerbated by the neglect and maltreatment from my parents.
As I gazed out the window, the echoes of familial camaraderie served as a stark reminder of my exclusion. The isolation felt insurmountable, creating a chasm of loneliness that gnawed at me.
One evening during dinner, I hesitated at the doorway, torn between joining the festivities or remaining in solitude. My mother, engrossed in conversation with Ash, spared me a fleeting glance. 
Me:Why don't you go back to your room, Kai? We're discussing important matters here.
The dismissal stung, pushing me to retreat to my familiar haven. Alone in the dimly lit room, I pondered the unfairness of my existence, the distant sounds of laughter and joy serving as a constant reminder of my exclusion.
Days turned into weeks, and my isolation persisted. One night, unable to bear the solitude any longer, I found the courage to confront my parents. 
Me:Why do you treat me like I'm invisible?
 My voice trembled, breaking the oppressive silence.
My father, glancing up from a sacred gear catalog, showed mild irritation. 
Father:You're not special, Kai. Ash has the power, the potential. You're just a regular kid. Learn your place.
The words struck me like a physical blow, but I refused to back down. 
Me:I  may not have powers, but I'm your son too. Doesn't that count for something?
My mother sighed, exchanging an exasperated glance with Ash. 
Mother:You're a burden, Kai. We have more important things to focus on than someone who can't contribute anything.
Undeterred, I left the room without uttering another word. The truth, harsh and unfiltered, hung heavily in the air. The weight on my shoulders felt heavier than ever as I closed the door behind me, but a spark of determination ignited within me.
In the days that followed, I explored avenues to carve out my own identity, away from the shadows of my family's neglect. 
In the solace of my room, surrounded by the dim glow of a desk lamp, I found refuge in the world of comics. The vibrant pages unfolded tales of superheroes-icons like Superman, Wonder Woman, and the legendary Justice League. Their stories captivated me, offering a sanctuary from the harsh reality of my familial neglect.
As I flipped through the pages of Superman's adventures, I marveled at his unwavering commitment to justice and his ability to soar above adversity. Wonder Woman, with her strength and compassion, became a beacon of inspiration. And the Justice League, a formidable assembly of heroes, stood as a symbol of unity and the strength that comes from diverse individuals coming together for a common purpose.
One evening, as the distant echoes of my family's laughter resonated through the walls, I couldn't help but draw parallels between the superheroes I admired and the loneliness that enveloped me. I whispered to myself,
 "If only I could find my own league of heroes, a group of people who understood the strength in unity."
As I immersed myself in the world of comics, I started to sketch my own characters, envisioning a team that transcended the boundaries of ordinary existence. Each hero had a unique backstory, a personal struggle that mirrored the challenges I faced. They became my companions in the solitude, offering a sense of belonging that eluded me in the real world.