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Edward X. Danton Backstory part. 1

Below is the first half of his backstory, essentially the first 25 years of his life, and the 5 years post his 5,000 year leap.

Edward Danton was born to George and Elizabeth Danton a little over 30 years ago. He bears his family’s natural red hair and bright green eyes. He was born in East Sussex, and has a half brother named Luther who was born by his biological father and Elizabeth three years prior. It was easy to tell he wasn’t George’s as he had a longer face than Edward and had their mother’s blonde hair and his father’s blue eyes. Edward and Luther were raised with the children of George’s close friends, thus while unrelated, all the children treat each other as siblings. They were taught basic fighting and “self-defense” by York Godfrey, one of the two close friends George had. All his life so far he’s had a weird affinity to befriend fairies in the forest surrounding his family’s home, and was simply drawn to their light nature. Along with his innately strong magic potential he would spell for quite the young prodigy in magic. But these signs also pointed to his inheritance and ancestry. His grandmother, Grenadine was long ago born with fairy blood after her parents, a Scotsman and very early Englishwoman from hundreds of years before struck a deal with the queen of fairies in order to have a child. She is called the fairy-blessed and acted as the fairy ambassador as well as wielding the pure power of fairy magic. This title Edward would be destined to inherit then.

At age 7 things began to twist downward. His brother was a werewolf unbeknownst to Edward, and during the middle of the night Luther left the house for his first shift. He’d been warned it would be painful and he felt it coming but fearful he didn’t tell a soul. He simply ran into the woods to get it over with. However he woke Edward with this and he ventured out to try and find him, and he did. As a new wolf Luther couldn’t control himself, he was in pain and couldn’t think. So when the young boy came forward he couldn’t recognize him and attacked. The screams echoing back to their parents who ran out to find the incident. Edward would’ve died if it weren’t for his father. George was a well to do Alchemist and wizard. And he’d discovered the way to summon the very tree of life. But... it required an anchor to this plane of existence. In a snap decision he used his research to summon the tree and gave it his son to save his life. As in this instance Edward would become its herald and receive a new body, one that would heal even from death itself. Luther so distraught over hurting him, as irritated as he could be with his baby brother he never wanted this to happen so he vowed to never harm him by his hand again. And Edward... he woke next morning with little recollection of what occurred the night before, and with a strange scar over his right eye.

This attracted the attention of their aunt, a woman named Rachelle and wife to George’s twin brother Reman. A nasty woman that’s thin, bony, and always somehow had a snake or two on her. Before now she wasn’t much concerned with the supposed heir to the fairy-blessed power, but with this she couldn’t be more infatuated... if... in all the wrong ways. George and Elizabeth never liked her and George could never understand why Reman loved her. He found out the hard way it wasn’t love. When Edward was ten a fire engulfed his childhood home while he had snuck away to play with the fairies at the creek near their home. Men had come and shot his father upon answering the door and tied Elizabeth and Luther in the basement before lighting it ablaze. He didn’t know it then as he was being dragged away by Reman who’d just arrived, but Luther survived, but was taken away by their attackers and presumed dead there after.

This comes to the 8 years of abuse and the planting of a seed of corruption that Edward endured by Rachelle’s hand. He’d been brought to the Fairy-Blessed’s estate in Durham, England where Rachelle had seemingly sent his grandmother off somewhere through her manipulation and poison and had taken over entirely. Mentally, emotionally, and physically abusing him, attempting to break him so the seed could devour his soul and take over to bloom. It didn’t go as planned though, when at 18 he tried to leave of his own volition she threatened to punish him if he did and Edward flew into a blind rage. He couldn’t take her punishment again. The physical abuse alone left whip scars that couldn’t heal right on his back, and a near debilitating fear of thunder and Lightning. He went for her but in the end, Reman intervened and in Edward’s rage he beat him to death. When he came to his senses all he could see was blood and the deformed face of his uncle... he ran away after that. While he ran he suffered a head injury, one heavy enough to kill him, that is till he returned to life yet again by his immortality. This caused amnesia and for him to forget the friends and family he loved as a child all together and leaving him in terror of the lonely darkness he’s found himself in.

Escaping to America to start over he thought he’d found a good deal, do the dirty work for the US government and they’d give him citizenship and protection from his aunt. Going by his middle name of Xavier, he also dyed his hair black to hide better, or at least as well as a man with stunning green eyes and a very blunt scar on his right eye could. But in the end they too were just using him for their own ends. Another five years of this, with struggling to keep the seed of corruption from bubbling up and hurting people he didn’t want it to, it was as if he couldn’t catch a break. Then on year six a miracle occurred. During the night he answered knocking at his tiny apartment’s door and there was his brother! Thin, sickly, but alive, and holding a little baby girl he’d later learn was named Esmée. He brought them in but Luther acted strange, robotically almost and rather quickly passed out. Now he needed some serious help. And by yet another miracle in the next week, his memory of his father’s alchemy buddy, a man by the name of Victor McDuff, returned! He called in hopes of reaching him but found he’d passed a long time ago, but his daughter Lilith was still very much alive, if... marginally stable... and practicing alchemy like her father had! With her help they helped Luther and figured out a medicine that could suppress the seed of corruption in him. This being called Clarity.

With the help of his god-sister Lilith, Xavier also begins regaining some of his memories, including that of his childhood before the 8 years of pain he endured. The night in question is when he remembered those very 8 years... all he could feel in that moment while staring into his mirror... was horror and rage. So much rage that he became sick, the seed of corruption began blooming within him and maddened him till he went seeking Rachelle back at the Fairy-Blessed Estate.

This is where this part ends as part 2 will explain what happens next. however... After Xavier returned from his 5,000 years into the past he simply picked up where he’d left off with his brother back in that small apartment. He was stronger, fitter, healthier than before, and more experienced. Now able to help his brother he moved them to Jamestown so he could work with an acquaintance of his, Rowan, on restoration of the sullen city and in the same instance help his brother by slowly bringing him around to all that he’d missed from the years gone... and the 5,000 years Xavier lived through. As well as the opportunities now before them with the life he’d built up in that time.

Time for Part 2!

#backstory #part 1 #trigger warning #violence #death mention #I'll edit this post to add the link to part two at the bottom when it's done. and then delete this tag.#master of magic: edward danton

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Chapter 1 of Superhero’s Journey on Wattpad Sample

You see the cute, innocent little girl playing on the playground with her friend, or friend is what she called her, anyway. She had long, dark brown hair that curled at the tips, with beautiful baby blue eyes. She wore a light pink sundress, flip flops, and the sweetest smile anyone has ever seen. The sweetest butterfly to ever sail the Seven Seas. I would know, because that little girl was me.

Allyssa Anderson. Probably the nicest girl you would ever meet at the time. Little did she know all of that would change. I remember it like it was yesterday, and I haven't stopped remembering it since.

I was homeschooled all my life before that. My whole family was, all for the same reason. We have superpowers. Each of us with our own unique set of abilities designed to save the world. But instead of doing that, we stayed hidden in a secret lab where none of us would become test subjects for evil scientists. I had telekinesis, the ability to move things with my mind. I have more now, but that's all I had at the time before others developed.

Mr. Anderson, my father, had decided to run an experiment to see how one of us would survive in the Powerless, which is what we called the world outside the lab. He chose me, youngest of four, to attend a small elementary school in 2nd grade. Where I could socialize with Powerless students, and I would learn to do things besides destroying 10 robots in 3 seconds and how to prank my not-so-gullible twin brother. 7-year-old me loved the idea, and it actually went well for about a week.

Until I met Maria. She approached me one day at the beginning of class and told me a secret. About what, I don't remember. Something about a boy she liked. What confused me, is why she told me. I never met this girl in my life, and I would know that you should never tell a stranger a secret.

She had claimed that we had known each other since diapers, and I was crazy for not remembering her. Hey, last time I checked, I grew up in a secret lab in the middle of nowhere with no access to the Powerless world whatsoever. Unless your name is Max, Paris, or Leo, and you're either my twin or one of the two older siblings that I have, we weren't friends as babies.

Yet, we became friends anyway. I found out she was super unpopular and was bullied a lot. Mainly because of her hair, which was a fiery red color. I thought it was cool, considering I never seen red hair in person. Others only thought of it as a reason for hate. When we became friends, she dragged my popularity down with hers, and I was hated simply for being her friend.

Not to mention she wasn't that nice to me either. At the time I thought it was normal for friends to treat each other like that because I knew nothing of the Powerless world. She really took advantage of my kindness, and I always gave second chances no matter what she did.

About a week after we met, I started chatting with Maria online to make plans for our first sleepover, which would be our last.

Maria: hey what do u think of geting together for sleepover? like ones we had when we were kids

Allyssa: Sounds fun! Although it would have to be at your house; my family doesn't like having guests.

Maria: k I can work with that I made list of things to do. hope u like it

"Are you still taking to that Maria girl? You do know she treats you like crap," my older brother, Max says. He's always been really overprotective of me, as some brothers are. I guess he just doesn't want me getting hurt.

"I told you, Maria is a good friend to me," I tell him for the 10,000,000th time. He doesn't do anything except roll his eyes.

Yo, let's get to the good part where I almost get killed!!! Okay, okay. Here it is.

We were at Maria's house after a long night of almost drowning, Slap Cam, Guess The Food While Blindfolded games went terribly wrong, and Maria's mom offering to take me home because she was being a brat and I still didn't even realize it.

The last thing on her list of things to do was something called Kendra's Ghost. I didn't know what that was, along with many of the other games she put on there. Besides swimming, I knew what that was. Didn't think it would be that dangerous though.

She told me the story about a popular teenage girl that died in a school shooting. She spirit was trapped in a mirror as punishment for bullying other students, as some popular mean girls do. Now, you can summon Kendra's Ghost by standing in front of a mirror and repeating a phrase. We did it while home alone because her mom had to run errands and her dad had left the family when she was a baby.

"Kendra come in from my reflection to my soul."

Maria's green eyes changed to dark brown. Her red hair turned black. Her skin, once pale white, was now the color of sweetened coffee. She looked just like how I imagined Kendra in the story she told. Except for the flames at her fingertips and the black wings sprouting from her back.

She didn't say anything. Just stood there, staring at me with dark brown-almost black eyes. Not knowing what to do, I start to back away slowly.

Kendra started walking closer to me, backing me into a corner. Her eyes met mine as I started to have a weird empty feeling in my chest. My heart was pounding, my breaths were surprisingly slower than normal, but the rest of me was still panicked and shaking. I wondered if that was what death felt like. Panicking and calmness at the same time. Feeling everything and nothing all at once. My hands jolted backward, by reflex, taking the mirror with it.

Did I mention that if we feel too much emotion at a time we glitch? Meaning if we get too nervous, or angry or even a bit too happy, we lose control of our power. You could imagine the fear of facing a demon at the age of 7, so sure enough, I glitched. I made the mirror fly across the room, and crash into the wall using my telekinesis.

Kendra looked back at me from the broken mirror, frightened, and fled. Her body, now back to herself with the same red hair and pale skin, lied on the floor, limp. I decided to look in the shattered mirror.

My face was much more pink than white, but everything else looked normal, the same long, dark brown hair, the same light pink sundress that now matched my skin tone. I looked at my own eyes in the mirror to see if they didn't change. The eyes are the window to the soul, and I wasn't sure mine didn't just get taken away. The baby blue eyes I once had started burning into the same dark-brown-almost-black as Kendra's. She became part of me.

Maria jolted awake, screaming. I run to her, panicking to see if she was okay. She wasn't, obviously. She threw me across the room. She was much stronger than before like she had just gotten super strength or something. Which was impossible because she was from the Powerless world.

As I pull myself off the ground, she reaches for a knife that I never noticed hanging on the wall. She was trying to kill me. No doubt about it. Her eyes were green instead of dark brown like mine, so I knew this wasn't Kendra's doing. She might have seen something about me that made her want to kill.

She throws the knife at me. I was too scared or maybe even too weak to move, so I just stood there. Taking it. The blade slid across my arm and hit the wall, now covered in my blood. I throw my hand over the wound to stop the bleeding as if it would help. Tears began to spring through my eyes as she walks closer to me. Angry. Step. By step. By step. Each one becoming more intense than the one before.

She stood right in front of me. Watching my cry as a clutch my wound in pain. She pulls the knife out of the wall and holds it in the air, ready to strike.

Last second, I move a box from across the room over us from across the room and knock her over with it, buying my enough time to get up. The knife falls out of her hands and slides across the floor. I grab hold of it and pinned her to the floor. I put the knife to her throat.

She was shaking and whimpering like a small puppy when being threatened by its owner. I wanted to end her so badly, after everything she did to me that night and all the days before. Holding me underwater, smacking me "for the vine," poisoning me with hot sauce during the Guess The Food While Blindfolded game. She even tried to eat me once. All those other times the haters were right when they said she was bullying me.

I drop the knife to the floor.

"You're too soft."

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