The Marked One

2012 A.D.- A new school, new people who will eventually want to kill me. Great, more drama I thought as I walked into my new school. A bus pulled up behind me, and a flood of kids came out. Even disguised as I was in the middle of the high school crowd a teacher still managed to see me. She yelled, “Off with the hood indoors!” I reluctantly drew back my hood as I walked into the main office, the familiar expression of surprise lit their faces, “Are you Mister Terran?” I nodded as they proceeded to give the long lecture on school rules, handed me my schedule and a map, and sent me to my first class, Earth Science, how ironic. As I walked in with the late slip in my hand my new classmates saw me for the first time. The round of gasps and whispers were pretty normal, most are surprised when someone so young is so heavily scarred. The map work of scars on my body weren't scars at all, they were runes. Ever since I was born, I had power, power to give, never to use. It's rather normal for all the surprise. What was not normal for a new school was to have the teacher turn around and scream. Loudly. Barely flinching, I walked over to the only empty seat and sat down. I smiled at the guy beside me and said “Hey, I'm Terran, what's your name?” I was rewarded with him moving the chair to the other side of the room. Ignoring the white noise of whispers, I turned around, not really surprised. I went from class to class, reactions pretty much the same. The only weird thing, every one I met either cringed or flat out avoided me. It is pretty annoying spending the whole day trading my “Hello”only to get rejected.
A few months later I had been verbally abused so much I actually turned rather paranoid. I refrained from using my powers, but only just. My power, my curse, started a long time ago.....

1500 B.C.-A small boy is born to the Pharaoh of Egypt. Of course he was sent straight to the clerics, the demons of blood had to be purged. The Pharaoh was celebrating, thinking of a fitting name for his new born heir. He was pondering this when the the head cleric came through his door, unannounced! By Anubis how high they thought themselves, he was about to teach the arrogant snob a lesson when he blurted out, “Your son has the Mark! By the power given to the clerics by Anubis, we take him as our own.” The Pharaoh staggered, realizing what his son was, what he would become. Quickly composing himself, he considered this rather disturbing news. The clerics would try to take him, to isolate him to "Teach him", more like dissect. So he came to decision, the Pharoh stood, smiling at his plan, and stated with all the power of his stature “He WILL live in this temple with me, you may bring who you wish to train him, but I will be apart of his life, he will NOT turn into one of you ignorant pigs!” The cleric began to argue, Anubis they are arrogant! Before he could slip away the Pharoah drew his whip and stated venomously, “You will not question your Pharaoh again if you value your life!” Hours later the cleric was dragged out by the healers to be tended to. After considering the additional information he had "persuaded"the cleric to give, the Pharaoh decided on a name, Terran. Ironic, his name means earth, but he will forever be bound to the sky.......

20 years later- The Pharaoh watched as his son practiced his hand to hand combat, combat was forbidden to clerics, but he was not about to let his immortal son spend the rest of his life untrained. Such was the curse of the Mark, live forever with near-infinite power. The power of Runes....
Sweating, I fell into pure instincts as I battered my opponent away, a small novice that I was training as part of my training...or something like that. Anyway, I fought the boy, revealing his mistakes to him, and eventually he started to correct them. Later after a swim in the river, I joined my master in the stuffy tower room he calls home. I sat on the floor and waited. Finally, we began our session. I was nearing completion all of what the masters in the temple could show me. Soon I would be kicked out, to live out my immortal life. I learned new runes every day. Runes are the basis of a Marked man's power, by drawing these symbols, I could access the immense pool of magic and shape it. I was slowly learning to make my own Runes, draw what I see, I decided to test one on my servant. The moment I finished the Rune, his whole body convulsed. It was not supposed to do this! I watched as the servant was twisted into a demonic imp.
2012 A.D.-I started as I woke up from the dream, another curse of the Marked, all dreams are seen in sharp clarity. The memory pressed down on me, taking hours to dispel. Looking around, I wondered how the world has changed, magic is all but forgotten, replaced with the new magic, technology. I looked around my “house”, made from twisting trees into shape, it still lived, but now grew in a design I wanted, creating a literal “Tree house”. I sighed, not 100 feet from campus, and the mortals are so close minded they do not even notice it. I leaped lightly out of the window, letting my inate ability to take hold and lift me into the air. Had my father known how ironic it was to name me Terran when I was so bound to the sky? I thought back to a lesson a long time ago, where my teacher had said “All beings have inate abilities, you see them around you, the slaves that push the stones for the memorial pyramids, women who's food is always hot, all inate ability. Your ability, flight, is so rare, so powerful, you will be great some day, mark my words...” Well I was great and powerful now, nothing awake could even touch me. Although, if something ever woke up....

200 miles away, in the center of the forest-Chuckling, a claw swiped over the globe of sight as it deactivated. “Poor Terran, so powerful, but he never did have a powerful mental block, I slipped in without even him noticing, him! An all-powerful Marked one. The small imp coward as his masters sharp scaly hide drew closer to him. "Send out Marik, let's see what this so called Immortal Marked one is made of...” the imp scampered away as the claws lifted it's brother to it's open maw and gulped it down whole.......