Rita Faros, now a mother and no longer the Shecon she once was, stood at the edge of a decision that could affect the legacy of her new family. With crime and chaos spiraling in Thundarr City, and her daughter Sulari’s future in jeopardy, she decided to request a meeting with the most powerful—yet dangerous—man in the city: Mr. Clown.
She entered Clown Inc.’s towering glass office, her resolve masked by elegance and grace. Mr. Clown, seated behind his obsidian desk, smiled knowingly, his painted face unreadable.
“What do you want, Rita?” he asked, fingers steepled.
“For my daughter to live in peace,” she said. “For my family’s name to be cleared, and the scandals to vanish. You have the power to do that.”
Mr. Clown leaned forward. “You’re asking me for a miracle, dear Shecon. What are you offering in return?”
Rita took a long breath. “A child. From what I have heard you have always wanted a child of your own. I can give you that through legal surrogacy. Yours, if you agree to never touch my family again. You’ll have an heir. And I’ll have peace.”
The Clown tilted his head, intrigued by the boldness. “You’re still full of surprises, Rita. Though I would have liked to impregnant you the old-fashioned way. Still, I’ll draw up the contract. It’ll be ironclad.”
And so, a contract was made. The surrogate was selected, procedures arranged under strict conditions. The world was kept unaware, but the balance of power began to shift.
Falcon’s Rejection.
The days in Thundarr Forest had grown quieter, but tension lingered. Rita, carrying the weight of her secret deal with Mr. Clown, returned to the Cave of Falcon with a heavy heart. She had done it for Sulari’s future—for peace, security, and to erase the shame and danger pressing on their new family.
Faro was tending to Sulari, his eyes bright as he held her tiny hand. When he saw Rita at the cave entrance, he smiled—until he sensed something was wrong.
“You’re back early,” he said, standing up.
“We need to talk,” Rita replied.
She told him everything. About the meeting. About the surrogate deal. About the child that would carry Clown’s blood—but secure Sulari’s safety.
Faro’s face darkened. “You what?” he said in a low growl. “You struck a deal with him? Behind my back?”
“I did it for her!” Rita shot back. “For us. To buy us a future without running. Without fear!”
“You think peace bought from the Clown is real? You think giving that monster a legacy won’t come with more chains?”
He backed away, anger and betrayal flashing in his eyes. “I would have fought him myself. I would have died to keep Sulari safe. But you sold a future without even asking me.”
Rita’s voice trembled. “I couldn’t lose our daughter again, Faro.”
“You may have just handed her to him in a different way.”
He walked out into the woods, leaving Rita behind in the cave, holding their child in silence. The Falcon and the Shecon—once a united force—now stood divided.
Rift in the Shadows.
Faro paced outside the Cave of Falcon, his fists clenched and eyes narrowed beneath the twilight skies. The weight of betrayal gnawed at his spirit. Inside, Rita sat alone, watching baby Sulari sleep in her cradle of vines and moss, her heart split between love and regret.
When Faro returned, his voice was cold. “I’m not letting him have a child from you. Not in any way. I won’t allow Clown to plant a seed of his evil into this world.”
Rita stood up slowly. “And what if it’s the only way to protect this child?” she said, gesturing to their sleeping daughter. “You want to take on the world alone, without alliances, without strategy?”
“That man is no alliance. He’s poison,” Faro snapped. “We should be fighting him, not bargaining with him.”
Rita’s eyes welled with tears. “I’m tired, Faro. Tired of hiding. Tired of watching our enemies win while we argue about what’s right.”
“And I’m tired of watching you try to fix things with deals instead of faith!” he roared.
Their voices echoed through the forest, sending birds scattering. Silence fell afterward, heavy and bitter.
Faro turned away. “If you go through with this… there will be no us. I’ll raise Sulari alone if I must. But I will not share this life with someone willing to bargain our souls.”
Rita said nothing as he stormed off into the night. Alone again, she stared at the glowing moss on the cave wall, realizing just how fragile their love had become.
The Wrath of Kestrel.
News spread like wildfire across Thundarr City—rumors of a secret deal between Rita Faros and the sinister Mr. Clown. Cal Faros, already reeling from the downfall of Cal Cola and the rise of Clown Cola, finally heard the truth: his own mother had approached Mr. Clown with a desperate plea involving surrogacy and scandal.
Cal didn’t hesitate.
That night, under the cover of lightning and shadows, Kestrel emerged. Sword strapped across his back, bandana over one eye, the vigilante soared across rooftops and alleyways, riding his stealth hoverboard straight to Clown Inc.’s high-security skyscraper in downtown Thundarr City.
The guards barely had time to react before Kestrel sliced through the front doors with swift, blinding strikes. A fire alarm blared, red lights flashing as Kestrel made his way to the top floor.
Inside the office, Mr. Clown was sipping a violet-colored Clown Cola, reclining in a leather chair. He turned slowly as Kestrel kicked the doors open with explosive force.
“Well, well,” Clown purred. “The boy’s come to play.”
Kestrel didn’t waste time with words. The samurai sword was out in a blink, slashing across Clown’s desk.
“You will not use my mother like that. You think I don’t know what you’ve done to this city?”
Mr. Clown stood calmly, adjusting his colorful tie. “Your mother came to me, not the other way around. But I’m glad you’re here. Now you can watch your little empire burn from the inside—like your Cola did.”
Rage surged through Kestrel. He charged. The two clashed—Clown was no ordinary businessman. He moved with uncanny agility, wielding a cane with shocking strength, striking like a serpent. But Kestrel’s blade was fueled by fury. He didn’t come to negotiate.
Glass shattered. Blood was drawn. Explosions echoed through the upper floors of Clown Inc.
Clown Tower – Thundarr City.
Kestrel (Cal Faros), masked and seething, crashes through the towering stained-glass window of Clown Inc’s skyscraper office. Sparks fly from his samurai blade as he charges at the Clown, who just smirks beneath his painted mask.
Their duel is brutal—Kestrel’s strikes driven by rage over his mother’s deal and the collapse of his empire, now twisted into “Clown Cola.” The Clown counters with eerie calm, dodging, taunting, revealing that nothing in Thundarr City happens without his permission.
Just as Cal pins the Clown to the wall, ready to end it—a flash of steel pierces the chaos. Flint Faros, wearing a crooked grin, emerges from the shadows and stabs Cal from behind. The blade drives deep. Kestrel staggers, blood spilling onto the marble floor.
Flint leans in.
“Never bring family into business, cousin,” he whispers, and lets Cal drop.
But just as Flint turns away, Cal’s hand tightens around his sword—he’s not dead yet.
Clown Tower – Executive Chamber.
The glass wall is shattered. The room is smoky from the battle. Cal lies bleeding, one hand gripping his sword. Flint Faros steps back, surprised, as the green flames materialize into Falcon and Shecon, cloaked in their full regalia.
“You’ve gone too far this time, Clown,” Rita growls, her voice deeper, laced with Shecon’s power.
Faro with his falcon ring glowing orange on his finger locked eyes on Flint.
“Step away from my son, or you’ll leave here in pieces.”
The Clown raises his hands, clapping slowly. “Ohhh… the forest lovers return. And here I was thinking you two were retired.”
Then the battle erupts.
Falcon lunges at Flint—powers clash, sparks flying with each strike of the Falcon ring beam. Flint laughs maniacally, showing no remorse. Meanwhile, Shecon releases her boomerang—it slices through the air, knocking the weapon from the Clown’s hand.
Cal stirs on the floor, weak but watching his mother—once lost in scandal—rise like a force of nature. Shecon hurls Clown against the wall with a blast of sheer power.
“You wanted a child, Clown?” she shouts, “Now you’ll answer to a mother’s wrath.”
Clown Tower – Blood, Justice, and Redemption.
Shecon stood tall, her foot planted firmly on Clown’s chest as he writhed on the marble floor of his own office. Her boomerang—gleaming, humming with energy—rested cold against his throat.
“Call her. Now,” she ordered, green eyes burning like wildfire.
“Tell the world the Faros name is clean. And tell your pet journalist to kill the scandals.”
Clown trembled, a bloody grin twitching on his painted lips. “You’re serious.”
Shecon pressed the blade deeper, just enough to draw a fine red line beneath his chin.
“Do it, or I swear by Sol and the forest gods, this boomerang’s going through your throat and out your spine.”
Sweat beading, Clown reached for the comms on his desk. One button, and a holographic feed lit up—Yuna Zell, the infamously ruthless media hound, appeared.
“Sir?” she asked smugly, already ready to broadcast the next scandal.
But Clown’s tone was different. Shaken. Clipped.
“Kill the Faros stories. All of them. Every draft, every leak, every recording.”
“Pardon?”
“You heard me,” Clown snapped. “Effective immediately. They’re off-limits. Understood?”
Yuna blinked, stunned. “I—yes. Of course, sir.”
Shecon gave one final shove before stepping off him, and the boomerang returned to her hand with a sharp whistle.
“Good boy.”
On the Skies of Thundarr City – Falcon’s Flight.
Outside, the winds howled as Faro, as Falcon, raced through the skies atop a convertible he just borrowed form a stranger who was also with them in the back seat, carrying an unconscious but breathing Cal Faros in the front passenger seat. The wind buffeted against his face, but his focus was clear—get his cousin to safety.
He landed outside the Thundarr Royal Hospital. Medical bots rushed to take Cal in, recognizing him instantly.
“He’s stable,” said the nursebot moments later. “You saved his life.”
Faro nodded silently, blood still streaked on his chestplate. He glanced out the hospital windows, toward the glowing lights of Clown Tower in the distance.
Falcon’s Cave – Reunion and New Resolve.
Hours later, back in the cave, Rita held little Sulari in her arms, her expression softer than it had been in years. The stress, the fight, the pressure—lifted for now.
Faro returned, tired but victorious. Shecon turned, embracing him with one arm, careful not to wake the baby.
“It’s over, for now,” Faro whispered.
“He’ll try again,” she murmured.
“Then we’ll be ready.”
Behind them, a soft golden glow filled the cave. Tiwa appeared, smiling faintly.
“You both fought for your family, for love… and for truth. The forest will remember. The rings will stay with you.”
Thundarr Royal Hospital – Room 17, Sunrise.
The sun rose slowly over Thundarr City, casting a gentle glow through the hospital windows. Machines hummed softly in the background. Cal Faros lay on the recovery bed, his wounds stitched and healing, though his mind was far more bruised than his body.
Across from him sat Faro Faros, silent, worn, but present—still dressed in his weather-worn Falcon gear. His face was unreadable, but his eyes never left Cal.
For a long while, neither of them spoke. Then, Cal broke the silence.
“You didn’t have to save me.”
Faro’s voice was quiet, but steady.
“I always will.”
Cal looked down at his own hands, still shaky from the trauma. Then he looked back at Faro—really looked at him—not just as the reckless man he once blamed, not as the outlaw or rival… but as someone who had bled for him, fought for him, and shielded him without hesitation.
A lump rose in Cal’s throat.
“I hated you for so long,” he said. “For things I didn’t understand. For… my mother. For everything. But I was wrong.”
“It’s okay,” Faro said, gently. “I was never trying to replace anyone. Just trying to protect what family I have left.”
Cal’s lips trembled, and with the last of his strength, he reached forward and grabbed Faro’s wrist.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “For saving me. For saving her. For… being there.”
He paused, then looked him dead in the eyes.
“Thank you, Father.”
The word hit Faro like lightning, but not with pain—with a surge of warmth that washed through every crack in his spirit.
He placed his hand over Cal’s and nodded.
“I’m proud of you, son.”
Cave of Falcon – Later That Week
Rita watched from the entrance as Faro returned with Cal, both stronger than before. Sulari cooed in her arms. Cal stepped into the cave slowly, glancing around the stone walls that had shaped so much mystery in his life.
“So this is home now?” Cal asked.
“No,” Rita said with a smile. “This is where we start again.”
Sulari reached toward Cal with tiny fingers. He stepped forward, gently letting her wrap them around his own.
“She’s got your fire,” he told Rita.
“She’s your baby sister,” Rita added.
For the first time, the broken family stood whole in one place—no lies, no masks, no grudges—just a strange, complicated, and fiercely loyal bond between them.
