With Cal Faros’ business empire crumbling under Rita’s calculated attack, Mr. Clown sees an opportunity. He knows a weak man is a desperate man, and nothing destroys a family faster than its own secrets.
Enter Flint Faros.
Sent to gather intel, Flint arrives at Cal Mansion—where he finds Ronda alone, frustrated, and spiraling.
And she’s more than happy to spill everything.
Flint Uncovers the Chaos
Location: Cal Mansion – Late Night
The mansion is eerily quiet.
Flint strides through the grand halls, his footsteps echoing against the marble floors. He finds Ronda in the lounge, sprawled on the couch with a glass of Cal Cola, looking anxious.
She doesn’t even look up when he walks in.
Flint (casually): “Rough night?”
Ronda scoffs. “Try rough life. Your damn Aunty is trying to ruin us.”
Flint smirks. “That so? Tell me everything.”
Ronda pours it all out.
- Rita has frozen all of Cal’s assets.
- Cal is losing control of his empire.
- Rita is making moves to destroy Ronda’s reputation.
Flint listens, nodding occasionally, but inside?
He’s grinning.
This was exactly what Mr. Clown needed to hear.
Flint Reports to Mr. Clown
Location: Clown Inc. Headquarters – Underground Office
Mr. Clown sits at his desk, tapping his fingers together, listening as Flint lays it all out.
The old man chuckles darkly.
Mr. Clown: “So, the great Cal Faros is on his knees?”
Flint smirks. “Looks like it. But I’ve got an idea to speed things up.”
Mr. Clown leans forward. “Do tell.”
Flint pulls out a USB drive and tosses it onto the desk.
Flint: “That’s footage from our apartment surveillance. Guess who we caught sniffing Rita’s dirty laundry?”
Mr. Clown bursts into laughter.
Mr. Clown (mocking): “Oh, Faro, Faro… you sick little dog.”
Flint grins. “We send this footage to Cal. Make it anonymous. Let him see his little cousin getting off to his mother’s clothes. What do you think happens next?”
Mr. Clown leans back, grinning.
Mr. Clown: “Oh, he’ll lose his mind. And when family turns against family…”
Flint finishes the thought. “…they destroy each other.”
Mr. Clown laughs again.
Mr. Clown: “Do it.”
Cal Receives the Footage
Location: Cal Mansion – Private Office
Cal hasn’t slept. His empire is collapsing, and every move he makes is blocked by his mother.
Then his computer pings.
An anonymous email.
No message. Just an attachment.
Cal (muttering): “What the hell is this?”
He clicks play.
And what he sees?
His entire body tenses.
The screen shows Faro, alone in Ronda’s apartment, digging through Rita’s laundry.
Then—sniffing his mother’s panty.
Cal watches in disgust as Faro buries his face in Rita’s used panty, inhaling deeply, his eyes rolling back.
Cal’s hands clench into fists.
Cal (whispering): “That sick bastard…”
His breathing gets heavier. His jaw clenches so hard it aches.
Then—he slams his fist on the desk.
Cal (yelling): “THAT SICK DOG!”
He stands abruptly, grabbing his phone, dialing a number.
Rita.
She answers immediately.
Rita (calmly): “Cal.”
Cal (furious): “You better tell me what the HELL is going on with Faro!”
A pause.
Rita: “What are you talking about?”
Cal (shouting): “I JUST SAW FOOTAGE OF HIM SNIFFING YOUR DIRTY PANTY LIKE A DAMN PERVERT!”
Silence.
Rita doesn’t respond.
For the first time, Cal hears something in her tone that unsettles him.
Not anger.
Not denial.
Just silence.
And that silence?
It says everything.
Cal hangs up. His face is red with rage.
He storms out of the mansion.
There’s only one place to go.
The Cave of Falcon.
And if what he saw was real?
Faro isn’t walking away from this.
The Faros War – Clash of Blood and Powers
The Arrival of Kestrel
Location: The Cave of Falcon – Midnight
Faro Faros sits in the cave, reading his history book under the dim glow of the cave light. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient power.
Then the cave bell rings!
The entrance monitors shows Faro the footage. A figure stands at the entrance, silhouetted by the moonlight.
Cal or rather Kestrel.
His samurai sword gleams, the light catching on its razor edge. His bandana flutters, eyes cold with fury.
Faro rises, eyes narrowing. He presses the open switch as the cave door slides open.
Falcon (calmly): “What are you doing here, Cal?”
Kestrel (seething): “You’re a perverted freak.”
Falcon tilts his head. “What?”
Kestrel hurls a small projector disk onto the stone floor. A hologram flickers to life.
It’s Faro. In Ronda’s apartment. Sniffing Rita’s red panty.
Faro’s eyes widen. How—?!
Kestrel (coldly): “Tell me. Is it true?”
Falcon clenches his fists. He can already see the storm in Cal’s eyes.
Falcon (firmly): “It’s a setup.”
Kestrel (snarling): “LIES!”
With a battle cry, Kestrel lunges forward, blade flashing!
Falcon vs. Kestrel – Blood in the Forest
Kestrel’s blade swings down in a lethal arc!
CLANG!
Falcon counters with his ring’s force field, sparks flying. He twists, elbowing Kestrel’s ribs, but Kestrel pivots, bringing the sword back around.
Falcon dodges—but barely.
The two clash again and again, their battle spilling out of the cave and into the moonlit forest.
Falcon summons the Power Ring. A burst of energy shoots from his palm, but Kestrel flips over it, landing with the precision of a trained warrior.
Kestrel (mocking): “Too slow, cousin.”
Falcon growls. “You don’t know what you’re doing, Cal!”
Kestrel rushes forward. His blade slices through trees, cutting down anything in his path.
Falcon dodges, counterattacks, evades. But Kestrel is relentless.
This isn’t a sparring match.
Kestrel is fighting to kill.
A Mother’s Desperate Journey
Location: Rita Faros’ Penthouse, Thundarr City
The moon hung over Thundarr City, casting its silver glow upon Rita Faros’ lavish penthouse. Inside, the scent of expensive perfume and fresh roses lingered in the air.
Rita lounged on her red silk couch, clad in a bottle green satin robe, sipping a glass of chilled Cal Cola. Across from her, Albort, Cal’s ever-loyal butler, stood by the window, gazing at the city lights.
Albort (calmly): “Mistress Rita, you seem restless tonight.”
Rita (exhaling deeply): “It’s Cal… something doesn’t feel right.”
Just then—a golden flash filled the room!
WHOOSH!
The Fairy of Falcon appeared, wings fluttering frantically. Its glow bathed the penthouse in a mystical light.
Fairy (urgent): “Shecon! You must go! Your son and Falcon—They’re fighting! Kestrel means to kill him!”
Rita shot up from her seat, eyes wide.
Rita (shocked): “What?! No… this can’t be happening!”
Albort stepped forward, concern etching his face.
Albort: “Mistress, the journey to Thundarr Forest is long. You’ll never make it in time.”
Fairy: “There is one who can get you there instantly… The Dwarf.”
A gust of mystical wind rushed through the room—and suddenly, a small hunched figure emerged from the shadows.
The Dwarf of Thundarr, with his wrinkled face and piercing yellow eyes, grinned mischievously. His long, tattered cloak trailed behind him as he stroked his scraggly beard.
Dwarf (grinning): “Well, well… the great Shecon calls upon me once more.”
Rita glared. “There’s no time for games, Dwarf. I need to be in Thundarr Forest. Now.”
The Dwarf chuckled. “Ah, Shecon… always so demanding. But I like you. Hold tight.”
With a snap of his fingers, the air around them shimmered.
A swirling portal of emerald energy burst open before them, crackling with raw magic.
Rita took one last look at Albort.
Albort (bowing): “May you go to your son and nephew… unharmed.”
The emerald portal crackled before Rita, its swirling energy humming with power. She clenched her fists, ready to step through—
But the Dwarf let out a chuckle, wagging his gnarled finger.
Dwarf (grinning): “Tsk, tsk, Shecon. You can’t go into battle dressed like a city woman.”
Rita snapped her head toward him, her patience thin.
Rita (frustrated): “I don’t have time for this, Dwarf! My son is—”
Dwarf: “Yes, yes, about to commit a great sin against blood. But if you rush in unprepared, you’ll be nothing more than a mother begging for mercy.”
With a wave of his hand, the air around Rita shimmered.
The silky bottle green robe she wore disintegrated into golden dust.
From the glowing mist, the armor of Shecon formed around her body—
A sleek black bodysuit clung to her curves, lined with scarlet etchings of the Shecon symbol. High leather boots materialized around her legs.
Her smart goggle snapped into place, syncing with the Thundarr Database.
Finally—her power boomerang appeared, resting at her hip, humming with energy.
Rita breathed in. The moment the transformation was complete, she felt it—
The strength. The speed. The warrior within.
The Dwarf smirked.
Dwarf: “Now you are ready, Shecon.”
Without another word, he snapped his fingers.
Rita steeled herself. She stepped into the portal— the emerald portal swallowed her whole.
And vanished.
Arrival in the Battlefield
Location: Thundarr Forest – Midnight
The moment Rita reappeared, the scent of burning wood filled her nose. The air shook with the clash of metal and powers.
Ahead—Falcon and Kestrel battled fiercely.
Kestrel lunged, his sword slashing toward Falcon’s chest!
Falcon barely dodged, rolling across the dirt.
Rita’s eyes blazed.
She unsheathed her boomerang.
Shecon (yelling): “CAL! ENOUGH!”
With a mighty hurl, the power boomerang shot through the air—CRACK!
It slammed between the two fighters, the shockwave blasting them apart!
The battle froze.
Both Falcon and Kestrel turned.
There—stood Shecon.
Her stance unyielding. Her eyes burning.
She had come to end this.
The Cost of Fury
Location: Thundarr Forest – Midnight
The tension shattered.
At the sight of his mother, at the vile image of Faro sniffing her dirty panty burned into his mind, Kestrel lost all reason.
With a roar of rage, he lunged at Falcon, his samurai sword flashing in the moonlight.
Kestrel (furious, swinging sword): “YAAAAAAA!!”
But just before the blade could strike Falcon—
Shecon moved.
Like a flash of red lightning, she threw herself between them.
SLASH!
The sword sliced through her forearm’s flesh.
Blood sprayed across the jungle floor.
Shecon gasped, staggering back as crimson oozed from the deep gash on her left arm.
Her body hit the ground with a thud.
The world stood still.
Kestrel’s rage evaporated in an instant.
His sword slipped from his fingers, clattering against the dirt.
His breath hitched. His eyes filled with tears.
Kestrel (shaking, broken): “No… Mother!”
He dropped to his knees beside her, hands trembling as he reached out, afraid to touch her wound.
Shecon winced, her face pale.
Falcon knelt beside them, cursing under his breath.
He raised his hand, summoning the Dwarf.
A pulse of green mist swirled into existence, and the hunched figure appeared, stroking his beard.
But his face darkened with regret.
Dwarf (grimly): “I cannot transport again so soon, Falcon. My magic resets every 23 hours.”
Falcon’s fists clenched.
Falcon (growling): “Then she’ll die bleeding out!”
Kestrel’s tears dripped onto his mask.
Kestrel (desperate): “We have to get her to a hospital. Fast!”
Falcon’s mind raced.
The nearest city hospital was miles away.
They were running out of time.
And deep in the shadows of Thundarr Forest—
A Stroke of Luck in the Jungle
Location: Thundarr Forest – past Midnight
Kestrel pressed his trembling hands against his mother’s bleeding arm, his breath ragged. Shecon’s face was pale, her chest rising and falling weakly.
Falcon’s mind raced. There was no time to reach a hospital. No Dwarf magic to save them.
Then—
“Oink pink! Oink pink!”
A strange sound echoed through the trees.
Falcon’s ears perked up. He knew that call.
His eyes darted toward the thick undergrowth, and through the moonlit jungle, a short, stout figure shuffled forward.
A Pigmen.
The humanoid creature, with its round belly and snout, grunted as it waddled past, carrying a leather satchel slung over its shoulder.
Falcon (eyes widening): “Pigmen! They carry an ointment that heals open gashes!”
Kestrel’s head snapped up.
Without hesitation, Falcon dashed toward the Pigmen.
Falcon (urgently): “Hey! Over here!”
The Pigmen snorted, startled, then turned to see the bloodied Shecon on the ground.
His beady eyes blinked.
Pigman (grunting): “Hmm… bad wound. You need Pigmen’s magic balm, yes?”
Kestrel (pleading): “Yes! Please, help her!”
The Pigmen dug into his satchel, pulling out a small clay jar filled with a thick, glowing orange ointment.
He knelt beside Shecon, dipping his stubby fingers into the salve before gently spreading it over the deep wound.
As soon as the balm touched Shecon’s skin—
A warm, golden glow pulsed from the wound.
The bleeding slowed. The flesh began to mend.
Shecon groaned, her eyes fluttering open.
Kestrel (whispering, relieved): “Mother…”
Falcon exhaled, tension easing from his shoulders.
Pigmen (grinning, dusting his hands): “Pigmen always come in handy, yes?”
Kestrel wiped his eyes, nodding.
For now, Shecon was safe.
But the battle that led to this moment—
Was far from over.
A Tense Truce
Location: Thundarr Forest – almost dawn
The jungle had fallen silent after the battle. The Pigmen’s ointment was working, but Shecon remained weak, her breaths uneven.
Falcon stood over her, arms crossed, watching as Cal cradled their mother in his lap.
The air was thick with tension.
After a long pause, Faros broke the silence.
Faros (coldly): “You can have Ronda. She always wanted to be rich, and I could never make her rich.”
Cal glanced up, his expression unreadable.
Kestrel: “You think this is about money?”
Faro’s jaw tightened.
Falcon: “That’s all it was ever about for her.”
Cal didn’t respond.
Instead, he turned his attention back to Rita, who let out a weak sob.
Shecon (softly, trembling): “Cal… she doesn’t love you. She loves your wealth. No matter how many times I tell you, you won’t listen.”
Cal exhaled sharply.
Kestrel: “Stop crying, Mother.”
But Shecon wouldn’t stop.
And in that moment, for the first time that night, Cal’s anger wavered.
With no more words, Faro and Cal carefully lifted Rita, supporting her weight between them.
She was healing, but weak.
They needed to get her back to the Cave of Falcon.
As they made their way through the moonlit jungle, the night felt colder—as if something far worse was still waiting ahead.
Meanwhile, back in Thundarr City, Ronda was completely unaware of the chaos unfolding in the forest.
But soon…
She would find out.
Ronda’s Resolve
Location: Thundarr City – Ronda’s Apartment morning break
Ronda paced back and forth in her Southbank apartment, deep in thought.
The events of the past few days had shaken her.
She always knew Faro was a mess, but his attraction to his own aunt? That was too much for her to handle.
Ronda (muttering to herself): “Disgusting… I wasted years on him.”
She clenched her fists.
She had spent too much time waiting for Faro to become something he would never be—rich.
And now? Cal was here.
A billionaire. A powerful man. And, more importantly, a way out.
She had to act fast.
Ronda picked up her phone, dialing Cal’s number.
It rang. And rang. And rang.
Straight to voicemail.
She bit her lip.
Ronda (thinking): “He’s probably still in the forest. With her.”
Her eyes darkened.
She would give Cal everything. Her time. Her devotion. Her body.
Anything to make him love her.
And once she was his wife…
She would never have to worry about money again.
