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Liam remembers it. He can still remember the screams from the people. The fiery haze and smell of ash covering the ground. And can see the once bright blue sky turn to a dull grey. He remembers his father’s tearful smile. He remembers his mother cradling him while muttering his planet’s language in his ear. He remembers being torn from the two and shoved in a capsule that was just big enough for him. He remembers, even if he shouldn’t well because, that was the last day he saw his parents and his planet.
His capsule took him to Earth. There Liam was met with an older man. He wasn’t quite afraid of the man but he wasn’t so fond of him. He was just confused. Being barely two years old and being sent somewhere new would confuse anyone. The man picks Liam up and holds him like his mother did, except it’s not his mother. The embrace isn’t warm. The man inspects Liam, making sure he is safe, before walking him to their new home.
Liam is four when it happens. He really doesn’t get it. But he’s in day care. Paul, the man that picked Liam up, has to work and maintain a job to keep them living a stable life. So he puts Liam in a day care center during the day, because a few hours around humans couldn’t be a big deal. The only problem is one day Liam’s fingertips start glowing. He doesn’t understand it. He looks at his hands, holding his fingers up to his face and tilting his head to the side. He looks at all the other children and notices their fingers aren’t glowing like his.
“Miss?” Liam speaks, but he teacher doesn’t face him, while she hums in response.
“Yes Liam?”
“Why aren’t their fingers glowing too?” He asks honestly confused, because this has never happened to him before.
“What do you…” The teacher trails off as she faces Liam.
She screams. So loudly that everyone else in the day care center stops what they are doing completely. Liam doesn’t know what’s going on. He doesn’t understand why his teacher passes out and the other kids scurry away from him. Paul shows up right as a teacher is walking up to Liam to look at his fingers. He takes Liam out of the day care center avoiding the questions and screams from the other teachers and parents. He puts Liam in the car before himself, and speeds away from the center.
When they get back home, Liam hears Paul muttering words under his breath. Some in human language and some in his planet’s language. Paul begins packing things up. Everything actually, while Liam just stands by the door. Liam looks down at his arm and he notices a black mark. It looks like a black sun and Liam has no idea where it came from. His fingers have stopped glowing now, and he doesn’t know how or why. He didn’t turn them off. When Paul is done moving around the home he walks up to Liam and crouches down so they are eye to eye.
“We have to go.” Paul’s voice is soft, but Liam doesn’t understand.
“Why?”
“Because it’s time for us to leave now.” And he leaves it at that.
That was the first time Liam and Paul had to drop everything and move.
Liam is eleven the next time it happens. He’s in a small classroom, in some town that they have been in for almost two years now. Liam’s fingers began to glow again in the town before this one causing he and Paul to have to leave once again. But now here he is. Sat between two boys that he thinks are his friends.
He’s paying attention in class. If it’s one thing about Liam he does his best in his studies. Paul makes him honestly. Not really letting Liam go outside much, because it’s a risk. And it makes sense. Liam is starting to understand things now. Putting pieces together. He knows he’s not from this planet and that it is just his temporary home. He knows that he’s different. And he’s alright with that. Well he was alright with that until that day.
He was sitting next to the two boys and smiling as he always did when he was in class. He was writing down everything the teacher was saying and writing on the board. He knew there was a test coming up so he wanted to make sure he was prepared for it.
“Ugh Liam” He hears one of his friends speak.
“What?” Liam asks looking over at the boy.
“What?” The boy speaks confused and Liam shakes his head.
“You just said my name.”
“No, I didn’t.” The boy speaks and looks back up at the board.
“Weirdo.” Liam hears the boy again, but notices that his lips don’t move.
“Such a freak.” Liam looks to his right to see his other ‘friend’, concentrating hard on the board.
And then he hears them. Hears everyone speaking, except they’re not. Only the teacher is talking but even her words are contorted with her thoughts. And Liam can’t handle it. It’s too much. Too loud. He plugs his ears trying to silence all the noise, but trying not to cause a scene. But he can’t help the whimper that leaves his lips as the words get louder. Some even taunting him. All this time, the people he thought liked him were thinking vile things of him. Not only is Liam’s head throbbing his heart is too with the harsh words of the kids he thought were his friends.
“Liam what is it?” His teacher speaks and Liam opens his eyes, but doesn’t speak.
He begins rocking back and forth in his seat. The noise is too much for him to handle. He doesn’t know how to control it. How to turn it off. His mind won’t let him. And now everyone is whispering and thinking and he breaks. He falls from his chair and begins hitting his head with his small hands.
“Liam!” The teacher gasps and Liam cries, because it hurts so bad.
Feels like his head is on fire from the inside out. He can’t process anything. He feels someone rub his arm and he’s assuming it’s his teacher.
“Please… stop.” He sobs and she looks confused.
“Stop what Liam?”
“Stop thinking! Please stop thinking it hurts. It hurts so bad.” He cries harder and if the thoughts weren’t loud enough, they erupted after what Liam just said.
And Liam passes out. He wakes up to find himself in the passenger seat of Paul’s car. He looks at his caretaker who only gives him a nod. Liam sighs and looks at his arm. He sees a new mark. Still black, like the sun on his left wrist, but this one is larger. It’s on his bicep, thankfully, so it can be covered by a shirt. It’s three vertical lines and two horizontal ones all crossing together. Liam rubs the new mark and leans his head on the window, awaiting the next town.
Liam is seventeen now. Of course he and Paul have moved a bit throughout those last six years. Liam got a few new powers, or spirits, as Paul calls them. He also got a whole batch of tattoos to blend his markings in. He’s learned how to control his powers now. Well at least some of them. His fingers don’t glow anymore, unless he needs them too. And he doesn’t hear everyone’s thoughts at once. He’s learned to single people out if he wants to hear their thoughts. He’s also found that with reading people’s minds he can erase their memories.
He’s strong now. Not only physical but more so mentally. With each ‘spirit’ he receives he learns something about his home planet. Things that he can’t remember from when he was a baby. Things that he needs to know if he’s going to go back home one day and fix everything. Because that’s what Liam is. The key to his planet’s survival. That is why he was shipped off to Earth. Being on his planet was a risk. The turmoil between his home of Elebium and their rival planet, Zodia, was ever lasting.
Paul told him one night, that Liam’s grandfather saw the future of their planet. Of how the Zodians were going to come and ruin Elebium. How many lives would be lost and the planet left in ruins. But he also saw Liam. Strong and powerful and saving the planet while wiping out the Zodian race and their planet.
And that was Liam’s mission. To get strong enough mentally and physically to be able to take down the Zodian. That was his priority. Until he meets a certain tan boy, with jet black hair and golden brown eyes, and well… priorities change.
(A/N So yeah this is the prologue! Just to give a feel about Liam, and his background and stuff! Please tell me what you all think!!! Comment, Vote, Share and All that other shizz!! Xx)
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