This idea has been brewing for awhile. I won't update this often, it's mostly an experimentation. CoaSP is giving me issues, so this was created. Hope you enjoy!

Posted: 12/17/2015

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}PROLOGUE{

There's a tale of a boy, a semi-ordinary boy, who gained powers of death and used these abilities for good. With white hair and glowing green eyes, he held himself with a supernatural confidence and strength that spoke to those with much less courage and held them close in a way that they finally felt safe in this crazy world. He became a hero in the eyes of the common, a devil to those who sought to harm, and an Atlas to the world, holding all of what seemed good and pure on his small, surprisingly strong shoulders.

Yes, this is the tale of a hero, a hero that would have been known for ages on end until time worn away every statue and the grandeurs of his actions would be lost in the forgetful memories of old.

This is the story of a hero.

But, this is not that tale.

The story started the same in a way, at least in all the important ways. We know how it began, the tale of a semi-normal boy with not so usual parents. Parents who were trying to do and find the impossible, to open a portal to the world of ghosts. His parents were geniuses. However, they were geniuses without any common sense, able to defy laws of old and perceptions of society without wondering about the consequences for disrupting the balance of the world.

But of course, our story is not about the parents, it's about the boy and his destiny.

It started the same. Three teenagers fueled by arrogance and naiveté of their youth. Three teenagers curious about the strange little lab in the basement and the huge hole in the wall. The dangerous dressing girl of the group coercing the semi-normal boy to explore the vast cavern, telling tales of exploration, mystery, and excitement without any thought of the 'what if something went wrong'.

Not that any of this was her fault, of course. It was an accident, nothing more nothing less, where the fault laid to no one and everyone.

For both stories.

And so, the semi-normal boy agreed to explore, sealing his fate.

We all know what came next. There was a click of a button, the wide eyed expression, as the young boy's heart skipped a beat. He looked around only to see the tunnel glow brilliant green around him. It was here he knew there was no escape, as he froze shocked by the turn of events.

A flash of light, three blood curdling screams, two of fear, one of pain, all three horrifying, belonging to a scripted horror movie, not in real life. Tears of regret and pain streaming down the dangerous girls' face and the shaking head of the geeky boy, uncomprehending with wide terrified eyes.

It would soon be over. For a moment there was nothing but swirling green of the portal, a repressive pressure of horror, pressing into both teens, as they wondered 'what have they done'?

The duo suddenly freezing in absolute stillness, as a hand emerged from the now active portal. It clawing out, gripping the sides of metal, heaving himself through to get back to the land of the living. The dangerous girl and geeky boy, standing there frozen in shock at the cold of the room, their friend, and the soft glow that seeming to gleam from him.

The now forever changed boy looked up at his terror fueled friends.

But from there everything diverged, changing our story from one of heroics, to something else… almost a tragedy. Nothing was the same, or could ever be, as Fate weaved a different destiny for the boy.

Every would change, for in this tale, when the boy opened his eyes, there was not the familiar glowing green eyes that we all have known to respect, that were supposed to strive for goodness, that were filled with justice and eventual protection of the entire world.

No, when the now, forever changed boy looked up, the duo did not mean neon green but instead, radiant red, the irises swirling with the beginnings of obsession.

Daniel "Danny" James Fenton. He was a good boy, kind and strong hearted, willing to do almost anything for his friends and family. He had an idealistic attitude, seeming to think that in the end, anyone can do good and the world could eventually be perfect if the right people were there the lead the way. But most wouldn't think he would be worth much, being the unremarkable Fenton of the four family members.

No, he was unremarkable in most ways, only his love of space and stars and unfulfilled need for adventure seemed to make him anything special.

But an obsession is an obsession. It takes over, completely overwhelming and taking over someone's life. They become an inescapable part of your existence, becoming your reason to breath, reason to love, reason to get up in the morning, reason to walk, reason to blink, your reason to live your life.

An obsession takes over, taking something once good and pure and twisting that innocence into something unimaginable. It's not instant. No, it's a slow turn, corrupting and morphing the mind like a an addiction, an addiction of pattern and wants and ideals that the mind, no matter how hard you try to let go, holds onto tight, needing to be fulfilled.

And with an unremarkable boy, with idealistic thoughts, with the power to change the world becoming corrupted with the seeds of obsession…

Well…

…This was not the tale of a hero, anymore.

Word Count: 928 words (not including, intro, outro, or title)

Critiques are loved! Tell me if you like something. Tell me if something sucks. Ask me questions for clarification. And no, the story will not be written like this; the prologue just wanted to be as dramatic as possible.

Anyway, tell me what you think. See you next time!

~LunagaleMaster