Fast Feet, Faster Folklore
Long ago, before the age of emails and instant noodles, there was a peculiar cosmic accident—a collision between a falling star and the last-known jogger who actually enjoyed running.
This jogger, by the name of Mickey Mundane, was out on his daily 5K when he was struck by the brilliant light of the star. Instead of being vaporized (as one might reasonably expect), Mickey was imbued with an extraordinary power: the ability to move at blistering speeds—up to a thousand feet per second, but only in short, unpredictable bursts.
Mickey didn’t quite know what to make of it at first. One minute, he’d be strolling along, and the next, he’d burst into a blur, arriving at his destination in a flash, shoes smoking and his Fitbit utterly confused.
Mickey didn’t become a superhero, though—he still had groceries to get and bills to pay, so the whole ‘super-speed’ thing mostly came in handy when he forgot to turn off the stove.
He did, however, become the first of his kind: the Rapisouls.
As more stardust spread through the atmosphere (thanks to Mickey’s reluctance to clean up after his cosmic accident), others soon discovered they could also tap into this ability.
But there was a catch—these short bursts of speed weren’t exactly controllable. One moment, you’d be standing at the bus stop, and the next, you’re halfway to Paris with a croissant in hand.
To the untrained Rapisoul, it felt like a high-speed sneeze—impossible to stop, and over before you knew what hit you.
Some say the Rapisouls were nature’s response to the rise of slow internet and even slower drivers. Others claim they are descendants of Hermes, the Greek god of speed, with a penchant for chaos.
In any case, the Rapisouls soon discovered they could harness their power in bursts to escape awkward small talk at parties or to dodge that friend who always asked for a ride to the airport.
Today, the Rapisouls live among us, their feet tingling with potential energy, ready to zoom away at any given moment. So the next time you feel a quick breeze on your arm, or hear someone whisper something in your ear and no one’s around—don’t be alarmed.
It’s just a Rapisoul off to their next adventure quicker than you can dodge a work email.
