Daniel didn't know what he was seeing. No, scratch that. He knew exactly what he was seeing, he just couldn't dream in a dozen lifetimes that it could be possible. Strolling through the city, as nonchalantly as could be, was a young teenaged boy who looked to be somewhere around thirteen or fourteen years old. If Daniel had to guess, he would say the boy had to be between one-hundred and one-hundred and fifty feet tall. His skin was olive, bronzed by the sun, and he had dark hair that covered his ears and fell into his eyes. He had on a relatively small amount of clothes: just a pair of crimson red shorts and a navy blue vest, left open and revealing his smooth, lean torso.
The boy was smiling as he walked, and seemed to be looking around with interest on either side of the street. A few times he even lifted his hand and waved to someone he saw, though Daniel couldn't see who it was that he was waving to. He appeared to be taking great pains to tread lightly as he walked and to avoid stepping on any cars or people, but his bare feet still shook the ground with every step he took.
"That, Daniel," Phillips continued as he lowered his finger, "is Tidas. He's called Redwood Bay home for the past six months."
"Six months?!" Daniel exclaimed. "How come I haven't heard anything about him before?"
Phillips' eyes lit up in surprise as he scoffed. "You haven't? I'm pretty sure there's been plenty of national news coverage of him since then."
Daniel kept his mouth shut at this. One of the things his instructors at the Academy always criticized him for was not paying attention to the news, saying that it was important to stay on top of world events to be an effective and successful agent. He had always figured that if any report pertinent to a case he was working on came up, he would find out about it, either by doing research then or by the Bureau sending it to him in his case file, but no one had prepared him for the shock of seeing a bona-fide giant in the middle of town.
So many questions were swimming through his head, he couldn't grab a hold of any of them. He tried to focus, clearing his thoughts and asking what he needed to know now. "W-where did he come from?" he stammered out, aware that his nervousness and lack of preparedness was obvious.
"No one knows, kid," Kelly replied. "He just walked into town one day, wearing that exact outfit you see him wearing now. He seemed to be in a bit of a daze and didn't know what he was doing or where he was, or even his name. And of course he had no explanation for being so gigantic. At first, the mayor called in the National Guard, but it soon became apparent that the kid was no threat to anyone, and things kinda settled down after that. The newspaper took a poll of what his name should be, and Tidas was chosen as the winner. Good thing that he liked how it sounded, I guess," he added with a gruff laugh.
Even after that explanation, Daniel still was incredibly confused and bewildered. There were so many things that he needed to get answered: where did Tidas sleep at night, how could the people of the city feed and support someone that huge, and a host of others. But he didn't have time to get them answered, because right then, Phillips turned to him and said,
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