A Dog in Brockton Bay

I never wanted to be a Hero. It seemed so much like a giant mess, and even more so since Mom died. What with giant monsters all over. And then I woke up with a Voice in my head. A Voice that spoke of grand adventures and worlds of pain not my own. And it's dragging me into this mess, not taking no for an answer. I hope to whatever God is listening that I don't end up dead for this.