Leader of Burglar Gang: Hand me all your valuable belongings! Otherwise...
The leader signalled his lackey to pick up one of the children. The child was lifted in the air, struggling hard in vain.
Leader of Burglar Gang: Otherwise I’ll kill him in front of you!
Pluma: Let, let me go! You gutless crook!
Pluma: If I’m on the ground, I’ll beat the pants off you all!
Leader of Burglar Gang: Aww, what should we do then?
Lackey of Burglar Gang: Boss, I’m so scared!
The leader gave another signal and the lackey put Pluma down. Just as Pluma touched the floor, he darted forward to the leader and swung his fists at him. Yet, Pluma’s attack was not nothing at all to the gangsters. Watching Pluma’s naive acts, they could not help laughing out loud.
Just then, the leader gave a hard, hefty kick to Pluma and sent him flying across the floor.
Pluma’s Friend: Pluma!
Pluma felt an intense pain in the stomach, but he still struggled to stand up and staggered towards a wooden cabinet. Seeing this, the gangsters burst into laughters again while Pluma’s family and friends looked at him worriedly. Yet, no one could expect what Pluma was going to do next - he drew two blades out abruptly and rushed to the gangsters again...
Pluma: I’ll punch your teeth through the back of your skull!
Leader of Burglar Gang: Huh! Don’t talk big!
Leader of Burglar Gang: This kid... !
No one in the gang had ever thought that child would be that hard to deal with. Enraged at being humiliated, the leader raised his broadsword and struck it out straight at Pluma. Pluma did not dodge for it. He grasped his blades tight in his hands, preparing to fend off the sword thrust...
Pluma’s Mother: Enough! No more fighting, Pluma!
Pluma’s Mother: I’ll give you everything...
Pluma’s Mother: Please let us off...
Pluma: Mum! How can you succumb to evil?
Pluma: You'll only encourage them to bully you further!
Pluma’s Mother: Shut up! Don’t take it upon yourself anymore!
Pluma had never been scolded by his mother in such a serious sense, so he could only put his blades down and stayed silent. Helplessly, he could only look on as the gang cleaned out the house according to their will...
A tiny figure was carrying two huge bags, running through the woodland with his every effort, while two werewolves were chasing from behind.
Guard of Burglar Gang: Darn! That kid is a quick runner! Even he’s with so many things...
Guard of Burglar Gang: Don’t speak rubbish! If we cannot get back those stuff,
Guard of Burglar Gang: Boss won’t let us off!
Pluma suddenly tripped and fell over. Things in the bags dropped everywhere, leaving a big mess. Pluma picked them up hastily and put them back to the bags. Just then, the two werewolves dashed to him at once...
Guard of Burglar Gang: You little thief! Again and again, you have been stealing stuff from our boss.
Guard of Burglar Gang: I’ll make you repay for it!
Guard of Burglar Gang: Give us back the stuff!
Pluma: Never! I’m not handing them over!
Ra the Righteous God of Sun: Why’re you beaten up?
Pluma: Because... I stole something from their boss...
Ra the Righteous God of Sun: It’s not right to steal...
Pluma: Don’t lecture me if you know nothing!
Pluma: It’s not right to steal. It’s not a proper behavior to steal...
Pluma: With their elegant and flowery sayings, adults are only men of words and not of deeds.
Pluma: And when something bad really happens, you adults can do nothing! Or not dare to do anything!
Pluma: Justice... justice... So this is justice?
Pluma: Where is the fairness? Where is the right?
Pluma: After all, does fairness mean that people with power can rob the others as they wish?
Pluma: Does right mean that the weaker ones must be suppressed by the stronger ones?
Pluma: What the heck is this kind of justice?
Pluma shouted in rage, as if he had to burst out every frustration lurking deep inside. His long-lost anger was triggered by the weird man standing in front of him. Pluma panted for a breath, recovering from his overwhelmed emotions and the fierce fight just now. To his surprise, the strange man was listening to him in silence, instead of retorting upon him.
That strange man sank to his knees out of a sudden, asked...
Ra the Righteous God of Sun: Your name is... ?
Pluma hesitated for a while, and still replied with obedience...
Suddenly, the strange man conjured a scepter, with numerous light spheres floating around him. He pointed his scepter at Pluma and then Pluma was enveloped in a layer of soft, dim light. He was a bit astonished, but was not frightened at all. That strange man slowly said...
Ra the Righteous God of Sun: You will have a pair of powerful, vigorous wings that will carry on my will...
Ra the Righteous God of Sun: that the good shall be rewarded with good and evil with evil.
Overjoyed Burglar: Right! Never thought we can rob so much food and gold this time!
Toady Burglar: All the credit goes to our boss for his incredible leadership!
Toady Burglar: Well to me, I’ll follow our boss only for my whole life!
Deputy of Burglar Gang: You’re only good at sucking-up to the boss...
Leader of Burglar Gang: Never mind! I’m pleased with his flatteries!
Leader of Burglar Gang: Well, to celebrate, you can get your equal share from this pile of golden coins!
Toady Burglar: I said boss is the best!
The gang of werewolves were over the moon, carrying with them a few bags of golden coins and pushing a wooden cart loaded with food back to their cave. They were going to celebrate for the great success in ransacking a village, robbing vast amount of money and food. The wolves earned their living by burglary, for which they were notorious a long time ago. Everyone hated them but just no one dared or was able to resist.
On the way back to the cave, the werewolves passed through a forest. As they were moving forwards elatedly, they did not notice a dark shadow was approaching...
???: Leave all the money and food behind! Or else you’ll suffer!
Scared Burglar: Who is it?
Chivalrous Pluma: It’s not necessary for me to tell you my name, because you’re not worthy of knowing it!
Angry Burglar: You’re boasting... You’ll regret what you’ve just said!
Leader of Burglar Gang: Golden yellow wings, double scimitars in hands... You’re that legendary outlaw Pluma...?
Leader of Burglar Gang: Never thought I can meet you here. Let me help the people to get rid of you, the thorn in their flesh!
Chivalrous Pluma: Huh! Who is the thorn in the people’s flesh?
Chivalrous Pluma: Well, so you’re the goodie and I’m the baddie? You shameless little crumb!
Chivalrous Pluma: That’s all you’ve got to defeat me? Don’t make me laugh!
The leader fell on the ground. Pluma stepped on him hard with one foot, drawing one of his scimitars at his neck. The leader was so terrified that he dared not to move, and even started to beg for mercy...
Leader of Burglar Gang: You... you’re coming after the money, right?
Leader of Burglar Gang: Here, the golden coins. You can have half the share, okay?
Pluma did not speak, staring at him still. The gangster leader thought he was not aiming at the coins, so he changed his question...
Leader of Burglar Gang: Big hero, you don’t want the money, right?
Leader of Burglar Gang: You can take the food in this cart! As much as you want!
Chivalrous Pluma: All.
Leader of Burglar Gang: Wh... what...?
Chivalrous Pluma: I said, ALL.
Leader of Burglar Gang: But, but...
Giving no time for the leader to finish the words, Pluma crouched and swung his sword at the gangster’s neck, demanded...
Chivalrous Pluma: Life, money or food, make your own choice.
Leader of Burglar Gang: Life! Of course, it’s life!
A cunning smile flickered across Pluma’s lips after he heard what he wanted.
Chivalrous Pluma: Well, that’s a smart choice!
All the gangsters were tied on the tree tightly by Pluma. Leaving the pinned wolves behind, he retrieved the golden coins and food from them and returned to the owners.
Pluma earned a high reputation among the poor and the weak for his generosity. The wicked dared not to do evil because of him. The people called Pluma “Sky-high Outlaw” for he never killed the innocent, and would never take the retrieved properties for his own...
Pluma was crouching on a roof and observing the environment quietly, waiting for an appropriate moment. It was a small village where Pluma walked past by chance. He did not expect to see a gang of werewolves ransacking the village. Outnumbered by the enemies, he wanted to stop them but did not want to act rashly and blindly.
Just then, a child stumbled and fell on the ground during chaos. He was crying out loud, calling for his parents. A leading werewolf soldier stepped next to the child and gave him a swift, hefty kick. The child held his stomach in pain. At last, Pluma could not bear watching the cruel and heartless acts of the wolves, he could no longer suppress his anger...
Pluma leaped down from the roof, ignoring everything happening around him and the interrogation of fierce werewolves. He directly walked towards the child and lifted him up. He knocked the dust off his clothes, then said with a smile...
Pluma the Sky-high Outlaw: It’s really brave of you not to surrender or run away when facing a strong enemy.
Werewolf Commander: Who’re you? Don’t be nosy!
Pluma did not answer, but just glared at the soldier with his sharp eyes. Sensing his icy stares, the werewolves looked at him with a sneer.
Werewolf Commander: Something got your back up? Come hit me if you dare -
The werewolf was beheaded before he could finish his words. It happened in a blink of an eye and all the werewolves had no time to react. They only saw Pluma standing between them and the child, with a pair of scimitars stained with blood in his hand.
Werewolf Soldiers: How dare you... Die!
The gang of werewolf soldiers dashed towards Pluma to revenge for their companion. They swung their swords at Pluma, while Pluma fought back with his double blades. Attacks came in all directions. Though Pluma was a nimble thief with agile moves, he was outnumbered obviously and soon he was put in a tight spot.
As Pluma was busy dealing with the enemies in front of him, one werewolf took the chance to knocked him down from his back, then walked towards him with a cunning grin. Just as he raised his sword to chop Pluma’s head down, a wereshark jumped into the fight from a perch, with a water saber in his hand. He kicked the werewolf aside. Then a werelion also jumped down and stood beside him.
Pluma looked astonished at them. His intuition told him that the wereshark and werelion were not the same as those werewolf soldiers. They were not ordinary. Quick as a flash, the wereshark cut the throat of the werewolves with a swift turn.
The two of them stepped before Pluma, scanning at him while talking to each other...
???: Chief, he’s the one you’re talking about? Well, he seems mediocre.
???: Odous, have you not yet learnt to trust? Or do you not believe my judgement?
Holding his hand out, the werelion wanted to help him up. But feeling humiliated, Pluma knocked his hand away resentfully, then leaped backwards and pointed his swords at the two of them...
???: That’s how you treat the one who saved you? Not even a “thank you”? That’s so rude!
Tribal Warrior Odous: Huh! I don’t need your help!
Pluma the Sky-high Outlaw: I can easily beat them up by myself!
???: Sharp tongue... but, are you as strong as what the legend said...
???: Let me see it for myself!
???: Pluma, the sky-high outlaw fluttering his golden yellow wings...
???: We’ve heard about you a long time ago.
???: Your faith that gives you strength to fight is very similar to ours...
Pluma the Sky-high Outlaw: Cut the crap!
???: Join our tribe!
???: Let’s change this world together!
After the fierce battle, the werelion, the wereshark and Pluma were all panting. Then they held their breath and looked at one another. The werelion shed the sizzling elemental power gathered in his hands, and paced towards Pluma. Seeing what the werelion did, the wereshark also put away his water saber away, following behind the werelion with a sneer on his face.
Pluma was still guarding himself against the werelion and the wereshark, but his feeling had changed for them. The werelion was walking towards him, holding his hand out again as if he was not afraid of the double scimitars in Pluma’s hands...
Tribal Chief Mufasa: My name is Mufasa. I am the chief of the Spiritual Civilization.
Tribal Chief Mufasa: That is Odous. He is the strongest warrior of the tribe, and also my best aide.
Pluma hesitated, for he was going solo all the time without so-called “companions”. But now he was moved by the two people standing before him, as it was difficult to change the world by him alone. Pluma stabbed his scimitars into the ground, sparing his hand to shake that of Mufasa.
Pluma the Sky-high Outlaw: Pluma.
Since then, the three of them had been fighting together for countless battles. Their bond grew stronger and stronger. Where you see Mufasa, you will definitely see Odous and Pluma as well.