# đź“– *Ben 10: The Lost Years*
**Episode 8– Spark of a Hero **
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### **POV: Ben — The Worst Sentence**
Aliens? No sweat. Raiders? Easy. Syndicate bounty hunters? Child's play.
But detention?
Torture.
He sat slouched at the back of a classroom as Mr. Ryerson droned on about "discipline" and "personal responsibility." Ben tapped his pencil against the desk, contemplating whether he'd rather face Skrall's blade‑arms again.
At least Skrall didn't assign essays about "Why I will not be disruptive."
He muttered under his breath: "Spoiler, because disruptive is fun."
Ryerson barked, "Tennyson! Quiet. You'll copy the rules fifty times."
Ben smirked. "Already memorized 'em, want me to resite them alphabetically?"
The class snickered. Ryerson turned beet‑red.
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### **POV: Lt. Marty (Friend POV)**
Marty peeked through the window in the hall. Ben didn't look punished; he looked bored. Even in "trouble," the guy found ways to mock authority.
Marty muttered: "He's weird, but… man, he's almost *too good* at this."
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### **POV: Argit — The Interruption**
The detention room ceiling vent popped. Dust and a ratty alien snout appeared.
Argit's voice hiss‑whispered: "Psst! Kid! Emergency! Raiders! Spark up those sneakers!"
Ben froze, then smirked into his notebook. "Great timing. Right when I'm about to win the gold medal in detention sarcasm."
Ryerson spun. "What was that noise?!"
Ben grinned sheepishly. "Vermin, sir."
The vent panel clattered and Argit dropped into the room, squealing, "Correction: *universe‑class vermin with urgent space emergencies!*"
Ryerson fainted instantly.
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### **POV: Ben — Transition**
Ten minutes later, detention door swinging behind them, Ben dragged Argit to the junkyard shuttle.
"You realize," Ben said dryly, "I just got thrown into detention because of *you.*"
Argit wailed. "Forget detention! Raiders are swarming the Harklin colony in Quadrant Nine. They pay bounties on survivors and snacks! You wanna be next snack?"
Ben grinned, Spark humming faintly. "Fine. Field trip."
The shuttle rattled into orbit.
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### **POV: Colonist Witness**
The Harklin outpost sprawled across a dusty moon. Families huddled near fire pits. Children cried as winged raiders descended screeching, weapons glinting.
A boy pointed upward, gasping. "Look! A human ship!"
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### **POV: Ben — First Foresight Battle**
The shuttle banged down amid panic. Raiders lunged.
Ben stepped out, hoodie flapping, pipe in hand. He breathed, and suddenly—time slowed. The Spark thrummed. Wings twitched ahead of dives. Blades gleamed moments before swing.
His body *knew* the path already. The foresight filled him. He rolled right as a spear hissed past. Pulled a rope taut before a raider even moved toward it—tripping him instantly.
Ben laughed mid‑swing. "Oh, this is cheating. Beautiful cheating."
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### **POV: Argit — Watching in Horror**
Argit clung to a crate, watching human insanity unfold. Ben *knew* every dive before it hit. His eyes darted like storm‑lights, body flowing like the fight was rehearsed.
He spun, pipe clashing, sarcasm flying: "Wow! Pinata practice must be going great!"
Farmers rallied behind him. Raiders faltered.
Argit's ears twitched. "Ohhhh stars. He sees the future. He *actually* sees it."
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### **POV: Raider Lieutenant**
Every strike missed. Every dive failed. The brat *cackled* as he ruined their rhythm, pulling colonists to safety like a demon commander.
"The Sparked One!" a raider gasped, terrified.
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### **POV: Colonist Elder**
The boy cracked spears, tripped wings, swung pipe against armored plates. Farmers turned from victims to fighters at his side.
They whispered: "He doesn't need alien power. He *is* power. He sees destiny."
And so whispers began: *The Sparked.*
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### **Climactic Scene — POV: Ben**
The Raider Captain lunged—big, armored beast. Ben dodged before the swing even started, laughter sharp. He kicked dust, blindsided the brute with his pipe across the neck joint, then twisted ropes to topple him like a bull.
"Test complete," Ben hissed, panting hard, Spark echoing. "Grade: F."
Raiders broke, scattering screams into the wind.
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### **POV: Aftermath – Argit**
Colonists cheered wildly. Children tugged Ben's hoodie, worshipping. Argit shivered.
"Kid… you're turning into a myth right in front of me. This isn't luck. This is *legend food.*"
Ben grinned, wiping sweat. "Cool. Just don't make me a bedtime story."
Argit groaned. "Too late. They already started."
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### **POV: Earth Side — Closing Beat**
The next morning Ben slumped into school, yawning in English class. Still bruised, hoodie smudged.
Gary lobbed a spitball; Ben tilted his head an instant early and it missed by a mile.
Students blinked. Ben smirked. "Lucky reflexes."
Across half the galaxy, whispers spread: **The Sparked sees fate before it strikes.**