Falcon the 3rd – Issue #3
Shecon is a highly skilled warrior with exceptional stamina, allowing her to run at high speeds and climb with agility far beyond a normal female soilman. She wields a power boomerang that always returns to her when summoned, making it a versatile weapon. Her smart goggle, connected to the Thundarr Database Center, grants her access to facial profiles, identity verification, and night vision, enhancing her tactical awareness. Combined with her combat prowess, these abilities make Shecon a formidable force in Thundarr Forest and beyond.
The Thundarr Forest lay cloaked in darkness, the towering trees swaying with the night’s wind. From high above, Shecon—Rita Faros—moved gracefully through the branches, her sleek, skin-tight black leather suit glinting under the moonlight. Her long-heeled boots barely made a sound as she landed on a sturdy branch, scanning the ground below. The orange-toned ski goggles resting on her face enhanced her vision, allowing her to see Hogzilla, a villager on a donkey, traveling with a sack of gold.
His destination was another village—his daughter’s wedding depended on this fortune.
But fate had other plans.
From the shadows, two figures stepped into his path.
Mister Gee, a grizzled 35-year-old thug with a scar running down his cheek, cracked his knuckles, while beside him, Bad Lad, a cocky 16-year-old delinquent, twirled a dagger.
“Hand it over, old man,” Mister Gee sneered.
“Yeah,” Bad Lad grinned. “Before we get nasty.”
Shecon didn’t hesitate. Her power boomerang whirled through the air, striking Mister Gee in the shoulder, sending him reeling.
Bad Lad, however, dodged just in time. He spotted her in the trees.
Before she could react, a sharp stone struck the back of her head.
CRACK!
Her vision blurred, her balance wavered, and before she could regain control, Mister Gee lunged forward, grabbing her wrists and forcing her down.
Bad Lad cheered. “We got her! Let’s take her to the boss!”
As the world faded to black, she heard Hogzilla’s desperate cries for help.
Shecon’s Dungeon
In the depths of the castle, Shecon sat chained to the stone wall. Her wrists ached, but her resolve remained unbroken.
The Evil Master, a purple cloaked figure with glowing green eyes, loomed outside her cell. “You meddle too much, Shecon,” he hissed. “Perhaps a few nights in my dungeon will humble you.”
Shecon smirked despite the pain. “That’s cute. Do you rehearse your evil speeches?”
The Evil Master’s eyes narrowed with rage. Before he could respond, a sudden knock at the dungeon door!
The Evil Master turned sharply. “What?!”
The Evil Master open the dungeon door to find no one there, it was Tiwa the fairy of Falcon who can appear and disappear from anywhere anytime – she was trying to distract the Evil Master from harming Rita the Shecon till Faro arrives at the castle to rescue her alive.
Shecon grinned. “Sounds like some ghost is trying to get your attention.”
Falcon Arrives
Deep in the Cave of Falcon, Faro Faros—the new Falcon—stood by the fire, when suddenly, Tiwa, the fairy of Falcon, appeared in a burst of light.
“Falcon! Shecon has been captured!” she squeaked.
Faro froze.
He had heard the name before. Shecon. A warrior of Thundarr Forest. A legend.
“Where?” he demanded.
“Hogzilla was attacked! Shecon saved him, but she was taken to the Castle of Evil Master!“
Without hesitation, Faro grabbed his Power Ring to turn into the Falcon.
He sprinted to his trusted horse, Lightning, and leaped into the saddle.
“Yah!” he commanded, and Lightning galloped into the night.
At the edge of a moss-covered clearing, the massive, boar-like figure of Hogzillah stood, his muscular frame trembling with grief. The towering pigman, his thick tusks dulled by sorrow, wiped his watery eyes as Falcon landed before him with a silent yet powerful presence.
“Hogzillah,” Falcon greeted, his voice calm but firm. “What happened?”
The pigman let out a guttural, sorrowful snort before falling to his knees. “Falcon… They took it! My gold pouch! I worked for years to save for my daughter’s wedding in the Village of Pigmen—gone, all gone!” He clenched his massive fists, his heavy body shaking with a mixture of sorrow and rage.
Falcon narrowed his eyes. “Who did this?”
Hogzillah sniffled, his large nostrils flaring as he choked back his emotions. “It was Mister Gee and the Bad Lad! They ambushed me on the trade route near the Root Hollow Path. I was carrying the gold when they appeared—Mister Gee with his smooth, smug words distracting me, while that treacherous Bad Lad struck from behind! Before I could react, they were gone, laughing as they fled toward the northern caves!”
Falcon’s fists tightened. Mister Gee—the sly, silver-tongued conman with a knack for deception—and Bad Lad, his ruthless, violent enforcer, had long been a scourge upon the region. This was not a simple robbery. It was an act of cruelty against a father who wanted nothing more than to see his daughter wed in peace.
“Don’t worry, Hogzillah,” Falcon said, resting a firm hand on the pigman’s shoulder. “I’ll get your gold back.”
Storming the Castle
The Castle of Evil Master loomed against the sky, a fortress of blackened stone.
From the shadows, Falcon dismounted and pulled out his grapple hook.
Whoosh!
It latched onto a high ledge, and with a swift motion, he ascended the wall like a phantom.
Once inside, he moved through the halls, taking down guards in swift, brutal silence.
Falcon vs. The Henchmen
Mister Gee and Bad Lad blocked his path.
“You’re dead, Falcon!” Mister Gee growled, drawing a sword.
Bad Lad cracked his knuckles. “Time to finish what we started!”
Falcon dodged Mister Gee’s blade, countering with a brutal kick that sent the older thug crashing into a wall.
Bad Lad lunged at Falcon—only to be caught mid-air and slammed onto the floor.
With both criminals incapacitated, Falcon sprinted toward the dungeon.
Finally, he reached the dungeon.
With a powerful kick, the iron door flew open.
Inside, shackled to the stone wall, was Shecon.
Faro’s breath caught in his throat.
He knew that face.
Even with the ski goggles covering her eyes, even in the battle-worn suit, he recognized her instantly.
Rita Faros.
His aunt.
The Reunion
Shecon lifted her head at the sound of the breaking door.
When her goggles locked onto the man standing before her—the warrior with the Falcon Power Ring—her heart stopped.
She knew that face.
Faro.
Her lips trembled. “Faro…?”
His jaw tightened, emotions battling within him. “It’s me, aunty Rita.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she ripped off her goggles, revealing the raw emotion beneath them.
“Oh, Faro!”
She lunged toward him, her arms wrapping around him as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Faro was momentarily stunned as she hugged him tightly, her body pressing against his.
Then, she kissed him on the lips.
The moment her lips met his, heat surged through his body. He was caught between shock and something far deeper.
Her kiss was not just relief. It was longing. Grief. Passion.
When she finally pulled away, her hands cupped his face, her green eyes shimmering.
“You’re alive,” she whispered. “My beautiful boy… You’re Falcon.”
Faro exhaled, his heart pounding. “And you’re Shecon.”
She smiled, though tears still glistened. “Yes. But right now, we need to get out of here.”
Faro nodded. “Stay close.”
The Battle & The Escape
As they fought through the castle, taking down guards side by side, it felt as if they had been fighting together for years.
When they reached the throne room, the Evil Master stood waiting.
“You think you can take her from me?” his voice hissed.
“You’re too late,” he sneered. “This is my domain!”
Falcon and Shecon charged him together. Their combined attacks overwhelmed him, forcing him to retreat into the shadows.
Before they could land a final blow, the Evil Master suddenly disappeared—vanishing into a dark portal.
Shecon scowled. “Coward.”
Falcon exhaled. “He’ll be back.”
With the Evil Master gone, the castle remained standing, shrouded in eerie silence.
“We should burn it down,” Shecon suggested.
Falcon shook his head. “Not yet. We don’t know what secrets lie within.”
Shecon exhaled, placing a hand on Faro’s shoulder. “He definitely will be back; we will get him next time”
Faro looked at her, still reeling from their reunion. “Yes Aunty, we will.”
The Return to Pigmen Village
As dawn broke over Thundarr Forest, the two warriors rode Lightning, Falcon’s powerful black stallion, galloping through the mist-covered trees.
By the time they reached the Village of Pigmen, the entire town had gathered, anxiously awaiting their arrival.
Hogzillah stood at the front, his massive frame trembling with anticipation. Beside him, his daughter—dressed in a modest yet elegant wedding gown—clutched her hands together, eyes brimming with hope.
Then, Falcon raised the gold pouch high into the air.
A wave of cheers erupted through the village. Hogzillah’s eyes welled with fresh tears, but this time, they were of joy. He rushed forward, dropping to one knee before Falcon and Shecon.
“You have saved my daughter’s wedding… and my honor,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I—I don’t have the words to thank you.”
The villagers surrounded them, their cheers growing louder. The elders of Pigmen lifted Falcon and Shecon onto their shoulders, hailing them as the Heroes of Thundarr Forest.
“The forest has not seen warriors like you in generations!” one villager proclaimed.
Hogzillah’s daughter stepped forward, bowing gracefully before Falcon and Shecon. “Because of you, today will be the happiest day of my life.”
Falcon simply nodded, placing the gold pouch into her hands. “Then let it be so.”
As the wedding preparations resumed, the village erupted into a night of music, dance, and celebration. Around the grand bonfire, villagers chanted the names Falcon and Shecon, ensuring that their heroism would be remembered in legend.
But as Falcon and Shecon stood at the edge of the festivities, gazing into the distant horizon, they both knew…
The battle was won.
But the war was far from over.
