Once upon a time tucked deep in the woods, a shamanic tribe guarded an ancient secret: beans so magical they could awaken the mind and spirit. The elders feared the outside could not handle such enlightenment, so they kept the beans hidden. But one shaman believed this gift was too special to keep secret. So, one fateful day, he gathered a pouch of these beans and set out on a journey to share them with the world. 

Hearing of this grave sin, the elders banished him from the tribe, casting him out to wander the world on his own.

In exile he established a sacred temple for all to experience what he called Coffee. As word spread, his following grew. But with that came a terrible villain: Mo Skeetow, a monstrous mosquito with an endless thirst for caffeine. The Exiled Shaman learned of Mo Skeetow's masterplan to drain his tribe's caffeinated blood supply then steal all their beans, and knew he had to go back and warn them.

But it was too late. Upon his return he found his tribe asleep. Mo Skeetow had already come. But in a twist of fate, The Exiled Shaman had with him his pouch containing 3 caffeinated beans. Sensing Mo Skeetow was nearby, he brewed the beans, drank a cup and waited.

  

Soon enough he heard a high frequency buzz at the back of his head and the moment the buzzing stopped he smacked his head, smashing Mo Skeetow into an explosion of blood and caffeine, saving the future of coffee for generations to come.

Not all heroes wear capes, but this one does. (It's a robe, but close enough.)