The Unlikely Hero by Ilich Monroy

Marcelino is just like every other superhero you know.

He was strong, yet reckless.

There was a story when he killed a dragon menacing a small village. The dragon fell, leaving our hero blood-splattered, yet remains ruggedly dashing in his barely existent leather armor. The small village was totaled, not because of the dragon flames, but by Marcelino’s taunting swordplay. Despite that, everyone is quick to forgive him for his charm.

Marcelino clocks in another day to battle a hydra; and everyone knows hydras can be very tricky. Cut one head of and you’d get 3 more heads sprouting from the f*cker. Thankfully, canoodling with the pixies worked well for Marcelino as he was given a salve that would prevent new heads from regenerating. Sounds easy, right? But the fight begins.

Fast forward to a few reckless hacking and certain miscalculations left our hero fighting a hydra, now, with nine heads. But he was quick to his feet. Contrary to the common notion that heroes need big pieces of armor, Marcelino’s nakedness and close-to-non-existent armor worked to his advantage. The sweat made it very hard for the hydra to get a good grip of the Marcelino. You can sense that he tires from his dodges, but like any hero he pushes on.

Heads rush to him left and right, gaping mouths fit full of teeth. Until, one head caught him by the shoulder. It hit him. “This is Death.” Seeing another one of these massive mouths directly rushing towards face…

“Dude!”

Marcelino stirred in his sleep.

“Dude, wake up!”

“You were so drunk, you fell asleep on your pizza.”

Marcelino quickly sat up, “Pizza?!”

The pizza slides down his face and lands on his lap. “Pizza!!” He grabs it and poised eat it just as the hydra was to bite his head off. Then gobbled as much he could finishing the big slice in less than three bites.

Marcelino’s hero story is not set in medieval time; of knights with very little pieces of armor that barely cover them.

Marcelino’s hero story starts now.