askaceattorney:

Dear Trucy,

Through a letter, huh?  Well, I guess I can write you one back and read it tonight.

Once upon a time, there was a dashing young man in blue.  He had tirelessly trained in the ways of his art for years under the watchful eye of his beautiful and talented mentor and finally, the day had come for him to show the world what he could truly do.

There were two others who grew up along with him that inspired him to take up his craft and they were both in dire need of his help.  The first of which he would free this very day.  That, he swore.

As the doors to the arena opened, the young man quickly learned that his was an uphill battle.  The odds were against him and his captive friend was of no help.  Steeling himself, he entered combat with his opponents.  He had hardly expected there would be two against him, but that mattered not.  He would prevail.  He had come too far to give up at the beginning.

The battle waged on and the young man noticed a flaw to his opponent’s fighting style.  Every attack the villain made offered an opening.  The blows were strong but the young man was just as nimble and he turned the tables with counter strike after counter strike.

His foe was aghast, astonished at how every drive he made failed to deal damage. He struggled in vain, attempting deceitful lies and throwing of hair as false as his words, but the young man would not be overcome.

Down went the enemy and with him, so too was the young man’s initial opponent for he was frail and cowardly; turning tail at the mere point of a finger.  Victory was won that day.  One of two friends was saved and the young man’s mentor was overjoyed.  Oh, how she smiled.

A future was set that moment and many more adventures were to come.  However those are tales for another time.  Pretty young girls need their sleep.

Good night, sweetheart.

-Daddy