Prologue

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(Caleb's pov)

"Nooo!" I screamed as my brand new father was just shot by the russian mob in the head.

"Happy birthday, Caleb Dume. Hope you like your present." one of them told me snarky. That was three years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I told my mentor Burn, ex league of fire member, who's training me to become a vigilante called Dark.

"Good Caleb, now I have some important business to attend to at fire headquarters. I will not be coming back, so I want you to become the guardian of this city."

"You want me to protect Portis City?" I asked, surprised "Yes, you'll never see me again, goodbye " then he disappeared in a ball of fire "Typical Burn" I muttered under my breath.

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