She was a God.

Or at least, that was what she said. She was a fallen God, cast away from the heavens for a sin no one else knew. There were rumours of course...there were always rumours. Some believed she committed treason while others believed she was a murderess punished to the mortal world for her crimes. Many were skeptical of her, unsure if they could truly trust her to fight alongside them like a hero but none questioned her existence. None questioned that the heavens were once her home.

And who would? She gave no reason for them to doubt her. She told them her story in great detail even without mentioning her sin and without hesitation. She had skin the colour of gold that shined as bright as the sun and red hair that fell to her shoulders in a wavy expression that almost seemed as if it was dyed by melted rubies. She had a body with curves and muscles that could have matched Aphrodite's. She wore a short, white fading into diamond blue dress with spaghetti straps and long, open sleeves that begun at her elbows and fell way beneath her hand. Even her name, Theia, sounded Godly.

And yet, it wasn't just her appearance that made those around her believe her words, it was the magic that encircled her like a shark. This woman was able to call the elements to her side and change the mere aspect of one's reality. It was a magic more complex than most had seen before. Words, symbols of a dead language would appear in the air as she traced her finger through it, using them to summon what she desired.

Despite their concerns and skepticism, none of the others argued her place on the team. The others could see that she was still an amateur with magic, even though she tried to hide it, but she still fought beside them and didn't back down. She had their backs, knowing full well they had her back in return. She was a valuable part of the team...of Young Justice 2.0.

But when the villain had been defeated and the team members would all go home for the day, this God returned to her home and her illusion would fall. The golden skin would break away as every other part faded into nothingness, revealing the young woman inside. A sixteen year old girl with strawberry blonde hair, a Caucasian skin tone, and a tiny figure that wouldn't even be expected to lift up a branch. The God was gone, being nothing but a child holding her favourite book in her hand, a history book with the words 'Young Justice' sprawled across the title.


His life was a mess.

Living on his own, going to a top notch wealthy school, being on a super hero team, and being on the basketball team was a horrible idea. If he had to choose one to get rid of, it would've been the wealthy school but if he did that then he'd be forced to find a part time job on top of going to a new school. The only reason he was 'allowed' (he would've done so anyways) to live on his own was if he was going to that prestigious school. By being allowed, it was more like his grandparents would pay for his tuition and bills as long as he went to that school. It wasn't a horrible trade but they only paid for the essentials and for some weird reason, they didn't count tranquilizer bullets or rubber bullets as an 'essential' to his life. Of course, they didn't know about the super hero gig.

Next on the list for him to quit would have been the basketball team but that went along with the last problem. Now, Jax wouldn't call himself an idiot...but he didn't really study or do any homework. He was too busy with everything else! Of course since the prestigious school was also pretentious about having good grades, this put Jax at the risk of being kicked out. The only reason he was still allowed to be in the school was because of his basketball team. For most schools, not having good grades meant you were kicked from your sports team but for that school where everyone lived and breathed basketball, it was essential to have to star athlete staying on the team.

Not that Jax would call himself the star athlete.

No.

He totally would actually.

And out of the rest on the list, he wasn't willing to give either up. To give up living on his own meant he would have to go live with his strict grandparents. By strict, he didn't mean curfew by eleven strict, he meant no leaving the house without an escort strict. "You're not allowed to call your friends unless I know exactly who they are and what time you will be calling them from," that type of strict. Oh and occasionally "Don't talk to that black man" strict. That was the worst kind of strict.

Jax was grateful to them, of course. They took care of him after his parents were killed during one of the super villain attacks...but he didn't agree with his grandparents. They became over protective after his parents death and hated super heroes, blaming them for it all. The way Jax saw it though if the heroes weren't there, there would have been more causalities. More kids would've lost their parents.

He admired heroes.

And that's why he needed to get out of there. He needed an escape because if they knew what he could do and what he wanted to become using this ability he found...they wouldn't have let him. They would have locked him up like a prisoner.

Jax was just thankful they let him do it with their permission but if they ever found out...if they ever found out he joined the very team that they blamed for his parent's death...

Well.

He supposed he could say.

He would at least have a new origin story.

Hi everyone! It's been so long since I've written a fanfiction, I've been working on my OS for like the past year then started on a new OS series for the past few months. I'm still going to be working on that but...going to be honest this was a spur of the moment creation. I had a dream last night about the first character and just got so attached to her so quickly I was like "I HAVE TO MAKE THIS" and viola, I have.

Anyways this is just the prologue giving you a little insight of the main characters so enjoy :). I'll try to do updates on a regular basis as well.