Chapter One: A Broken Boy
Fate, is a funny thing, Lady Black thought to herself. She had gone in searches across the entire multiverse in search of one of her kind. A planeswalker was what she needed, one who had yet to spark. One she could control, the first step in her plan. And while she had met many, many, others who shared the spark every single one had become powerful. Every single one had already sparked. So, she returned home, prepared to relax with a glass of wine and check up on her family, much as they hated her. And now, hovering a few feet in the air, looking out at a small house on the tin street market, in the dead of night she saw them. Two children, playing hide and seek, one of whom was exactly what she needed.
"Katie! Go find your brother! Dinner's ready!" A pudgy woman with chestnut hair shouted from the porch of the tiny hovel she lived in. The first child, a small girl with the same hair and blue eyes shouted back,
"I'm trying! He's really hidden himself this time!" She ducked her head underneath the nearest marked stall, her freckled covered face scrutinizing every shadow in hopes of finding her brother. Lady black looked out to the market, looking for any sign of the second child in the shadows. When she found none, she lowered her legs from a sitting position, to dangling straight down, only hovering a few inches off the ground. Her white dress followed, dragging across the ground and disguising the fact that her bare feet weren't touching it at all.
"Your father made mac and cheese tonight!" Exclaimed the mother, "And if you two don't get here soon it'll get cold!" The girl redoubled her search, checking underneath the bare market stalls with renewed fervor, moving as fast as her feet could carry her. As the first child rounded the corner, searching for the door, Lady Black made her way to the front door of the hovel, brought her knuckles up and knocked, three times. "Finally," Lady black hear muffled rom the other side of the door, "Get in here you two-" The woman with the chestnut hair was cut off as she stared in shock. Then, silently, the two went inside and the door closed behind them.
Making sure to waste no time, Katie checked every stall as fast as she could. One after the other, but they all proved empty. One had some empty grates, another had some rotted bolts of cloth, holes chewed through it by insects. She stood in the middle of the market, eying the other six stalls she had yet to check.
"Oh well, since I can't find you, I guess momma and I will have to eat all of daddy's mac and cheese all by ourselves," Katie said, letting out an overly-exaggerated sigh, Draping the back of her palm on her forehead.
"MAC AND CHESE!" Jacob shouted, his muffled voice carrying well from behind the rotten bolts of cloth as he climbed through, sending ruined fabrics rolling throughout the market.
"Found you!" Katie said, grabbing his arm and pulling him up to standing position.
"Pffft, you walked straight passed me and checked another two stalls before you had to lure me out with mac and cheese. There is mac and cheese, right?" Jacob asked.
"You'll have to follow me and find out," Katie said, running back to the house. Jacob followed, hot on her heels, barely keeping up. Katie was far faster than him, but the house wasn't far, and as soon as they passed this intersection they would- AIEEIEEEE. The scream caught him off guard and curdled his blood. Then slowly, the door to his house opened. A woman in a white dress, stained with blood floated out, slowly.
"There you are children," The woman said, "I'm afraid about that," she said, gesturing to the house, "an unavoidable accident, but I'll have to ask that you come with me now." Tears streamed down Jacob's face, splattering the floor as he stepped back. He knew that wat too much blood to have come from one person. He looked at the open door of his house and saw one hand, laying on the steps, unattached to its arm.
"Mommy?" He cried, his eyes drifting from the disembodied hand. Then, calm as ever, his big sister kneeled next to him and put one hand on his shoulder,
"Run."
"But-"
"Run and never look back," She said, turning away from him and facing their mysterious assailant. Sparks formed in her fingers, and the blood ran up the dress of the woman, painting it red. The rushed toward each other and as they clashed, Jacob turned and ran down the opposite street, towards the nearest Boros garrison.