Soul Legacy: Part I

Vicky Arc I: Soul Legacy

Part I

“If the students attack you?”

“Escape, using my power to distract them, then contact my teacher.”

My father nodded. His eyes were on the road ahead, but his focus was on me. “What do you do if a villain attacks your dorm?”

“Mount a defense, check for survivors, get to safety and then alert the teachers.”

“Good.” He had been drilling me for the last hour on contingency plans for various scenarios, though some of them seemed ridiculous. The last one especially. Who would attack a place the Raven had personally made? Knowing the legendary Legion member – as well as his predecessor – Ravenhold academy was probably one of the safest places you could be.

But my father was Lasher, a hero by trade. He had seen many things in his time. And as I grew older and came out to be both a transgender girl and a parahuman, he had become more and more defensive. He had already lost his wife to criminals, he made it clear he wasn’t going to lose me.

“I think I’ll be fine, dad,” I reassured him. To prove it, I called on my power, Oversoul, and manifested a small feminine figure in the air above my lap. It had no features to define, outside the shapely body of a woman, and was more of a silhouette of dull spectral light than anything but it was my soul given form. My soul was powerful “I can take care of anything that comes my way.”

He glanced over at me. “Can’t help it, Vicky.” We were getting close to the boats that would take us to Ravenhold now. “I want to make sure my daughter stays as safe as possible.” ​I let the words hang in the air, unwilling to say anything else.

​Ravenhold was much more spectacular than I had anticipated. My father had left me that morning, saying he was going to scout the area for any faces he might recognize. Whether they were friend or enemy, I didn’t know. He had stayed alive and successful by being smart, though. It had been a quick goodbye, but he had never been good at the whole ‘emotions’ thing anyway.

I approached the gate leading to the world-famous institute and saw a few figures I had seen on the bus. Some girl with wings, a guy with tattoos covering his arms and neck, a few aliens, a handful of those animal-hybrids, and many more I tried to memorize as I saw. At the entrance of the iron gates was a man whose costume was known even more than the school. The Raven, himself.

To say I was excited was an understatement.

He embodied everything my father believed in. That your mind was your most powerful weapon, not your powers or abilities. Only your mind controlled the outcome of the battle. His ability was seemingly weak: he could lash two things together, making them attract to each other and stick. However, he had managed to take down many villains like Fault and Killer King with that ability of his by how he used it.

Raven spoke and my thoughts stopped. I focused on the Legion Hero.

“Students,” he said in a loud, steady voice. “Let me welcome you to Ravenhold academy. I know you’ve come from far and wide to be here and the journey’s been long and tiring, so I won’t hold you for long. Each of you have been selected by the Legion,” he paused to look at everyone in the crowd, sweeping his gaze across the small sea of future heroes, “Because we think that you’re worthy, that you have the heart to be a hero, because you want to make the world a better place or because you needed a second chance to become better. Whatever the reason, Ravenhold welcomes you as its first-year class of two thousand sixteen. Over the next four years we’ll make heroes out of you. It’ll be hard, it’ll be dangerous, but I know you will persevere.” He smiled and took another sweeping gaze over us all. “And for those who truly shine – both in deed and character – there will be a place for you in the Legion.”

The Legion… I could become like that?

“When I call your name, you will go to your assigned guide.”

I blinked. They were calling names now. I was Victoria Marsh, so I would be later. I decided to put names with faces in the meantime. By the time my name was called and I was placed in my group, I had placed a few names with faces in my group.

There was the pregnant girl, Freyja, who I remembered was that German superhero’s daughter. I had seen her on TV for the funeral. Dad had apparently once met the second Valkyra and had high respects. Then there was a short white kid in baggy clothing named Ryland, a tall, green-haired one named Ivan, that tattoo-coated boy named Leopold, and a few more that were just as unique. It was only a fraction of the class, but I was already amazed at the diversity. Maybe I would find another girl like me, too.

I had been surprised at how adept Ravenhold was at handling trans students, so maybe there were a high number of them. The rest of my class continued the trend of diversity, as we got the winged girl I had seen earlier as well as a few others I was sure I would enjoy getting to know.

Our guide – an instructor named Valeria with glowing skin – led us to the dorm. Well, it was more like a massive house than a dorm. From what I knew, we would have to cook and clean for ourselves. I knew my way around the kitchen since my father had to patrol for long hours most days, but I hoped I wasn’t alone in that. Nothing worse than cooking for more than a dozen people.

‘I made it, dad,’ I thought as they let us loose. Time to get an idea of the layout of my new home and classmates.

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