With a classical strut, he walks. With a classical tone, he talks. With a mantra of positive progress, he lives. With all of those things, he finds success; and with every success he achieves. There's plenty more room for him, at the top.
This is Comic Issue #1...

  Hey there! I know most stories don't start like this; but here's a story for you kids! Then the leader asked, "Who wants to get the sticks for the fire?" A little boy in the middle of the row, lifted his hands, in haste and excitement. "Me, me, me, me! I want to help get the sticks for the fire!"
  The bushes then began rustling, on the slope side of the small hill, where the group were camping. As it rustled, one of the quieter children noticed it; and without anyone noticing him, he approached the bushes then entered it.
  The bushes kept rustling, until another child saw it as well, and she entered it. The bushes kept rustling for several minutes, and five more children entered it. The leader of the group, on his own, in his private area, doing private stuff... Didn't notice the decrease of his kids.
  It was until his phone rang after the earthquake. That he'd realize, some of them were missing. He answered his phone in a concerning tone; after seeing that the sponsor of that very camp... Was the person on the other end of the call.
  Stuttering in his words, sweating in his palms. The sponsor of the camp then asked him, "Are the kids okay? How is the camp going?" Without a thought of what to tell the sponsor (Mrs. Peaches). He (Mr. O'Leary), dropped his phone in the cooler of ice, and hurriedly ran into the bushes with his flashlight!
  Mr. O'Leary though, never thought twice. Because he left a dozen more kids on camp, already in deep sleep... Vulnerable and potentially afraid.
His other colleagues, which were supposed to be on site, hadn't yet arrived. On entering the bushes head on! Mr. O'Leary, sees a pink jacket, belonging to the oldest child that first went into the bushes. The worry on his face grew broader. It was like seeing a whale washed up far ashore; but being the only one that is around, to experience it.
  In light of what he saw, he continued walking into the woods. Then a white bird, tainted with gold along its back; and blue double stripes stretched across its wing, flexing a fluffy puff atop its head... Perched on a branch, a few metres away, diagonally.
  He (Mr. O'Leary) approaches it with subtlety; not expecting it to hear him approaching. However, the bird was atop the situation, and on top of him, in mere seconds! The bird (Cerce Lath), which gets its name from the thick fluffy puff on its head... Swallowed his left hand, after knurling it off with one bite!
  Screeching in pain, looking at his left hand! The Cerce Lath, knurled off his right hand, simultaneously... Leaving Mr. O'Leary fading away, while his blood; as hot as coal in a train's compartment, kept gushing out, like an overflowing fountain! The Cerce Lath then flew away, as it heard a sound of gun go off!
  It was a hunter in the woods nearby... Nearby the camp site, inside the woods behind the bushes, where the children entered. Chilling  goosebumps would be the next to arise on his body; but one wouldn't see it, not even him... Because of his wounded body!
  Meanwhile, elsewhere in the City. The sponsor, Mrs. Peaches, tried calling Mr. O'Leary's line again, but to no avail. So she calls his second in command, his son, Ailai Paul Grant, who took his mother's name... It wasn't till after 3 hours of ringing Grant, that he picked up.
  Ailai answered the phone, in a distant sounding voice! It sounded like he was devouring something whole, without taking a breath. Sounds like something similar to what you read, about the bird in the woods? He spoke to Mrs. Peaches still though, replying to her vivid questions about Mr. O'Leary... Before dropping the call.
  Mrs. Peaches, now seemingly finding herself between a Father and a son story! Decides to call on one of her closest friends, to follow her, to seek out Head master O'Leary. A less than promising call it turned out to be. As her closest friend tells her, "I won't be able to meet with you, because I have some things to untie!"
  So she took her car keys, off of her marble made dining room table... Opened her golden door, went into her tinted windowed silver Ferrari... Driving off, in search of the Head Master.
  At Ailai Paul Grant's workplace, he gets a suspension letter... After his fifth time arriving on his job, seemingly drunk and smashing another drunk guy's car! Ailai wasn't the kind of person to find at a bar nor a liquor store. So seeing him in that state consistently, bemused his dear friend, April Lynx! Daughter of Honorary and Lead Scientist, Dr. Collin K. Lynx; and highly sought after Lawyer and Accountant, Çeri Lynx.
  Mr. Grant comes from a fairytale like village, in a City of progression, and an island filled with a high technological future in Automobiles, Aircrafts and Tech! However, he never had nor does he have the means, to be a part of that future; because his health isn't one hundred percent, and his addiction to masturbating, is his kryptonite.
  April tries to get him on top of it; but her efforts lasts temporarily, and she sees him climb back up the mountain, that she tries to move for him. She sticks by his side, she knows his secrets, she knows his past and his present, etc. Though, a relationship like that... Has its thresholds, and though she practically knows him inside out! She doesn't quite know him, top to bottom! Leaving a threshold of uncertainty in their relationship... With a secret he hasn't yet revealed to anyone! In particular... her.
  What was revealing to a surprised Mr. O'Leary though, was the texture and dexterity of the soil... From when he entered the bushes, to when he just made two footsteps, on the other side! His eyes opened like a can of worms, and his jaw clenched together, as he whimpered in pain!
  The soil starts cracking, but the trees aren't moving. Not even their leaves shake, as ' rain ' starts pouring down as well! The soil opens four inches on each side of a five foot wide bridge like path... Stretching out in length further, every three minutes, following a tremor.
  The Cerce Lath comes back; but it comes back with more of its kind! Seeing this, O'Leary tries to hide away; not knowing that, that's how they love their prey! So he takes a leap towards one of the opened holes, without catching one of them, at neither corners of his eyes 👀; and...