Hello Readers!

This is my first Young Justice Fic, so bare with me.

I find that there is very little on Doctor Fate and Kent Nelson, both in the series and on fanfics. So I decided that I would try and write Doctor Fate's past and origins. I'm working with what I know from wikipedia about Kent Nelson's incarnation of Doctor Fate (I can't buy all the comics) and from the various JSA comics that I have been able to borrow from the library. So I welcome input, thoughts and ideas are always welcome!

So with the introduction done, there is only one thing left to say:

Enjoy and my Fate with with you!

After long rest I was awakened.

After millennia of sleep I was disturbed.

And I was glad.

I could once again take form although I was now bound to this helmet. But the younger man's body and mind would suit me well. The father had died from the gas released from my tomb but that would be of little problem in the long run. I could train the one I had saved and together the forces of Chaos would be pushed back. His name is Kent Nelson and the older man was Sven Nelson who was his father. I know that Kent Nelson feels for grief for his father but it will pass. Grief is never permanent and will make way for the greater tasks that will face us. Unlike his father, Kent Nelson has greater potential; his aura is perfect for the work. He may not yet know magic but he will learn and then we will become one and I can once again work towards maintaining Order. When he realises this, we shall rise.

I was here with my father.

He wanted to show me archeology.

But he's gone.

I had uncovered this tomb but I had no idea what I would unleash, the effect of my actions. Maybe it was fate that it would be my fault and yet my father would suffer the repercussions. I couldn't see the bright side of this, even as the helmet spoke to me, promising knowledge and the ability to face the tides of Chaos. The voice is Nabu. He was the one who had been in the tomb that I had disturbed. I know that he saved me but I do not know why. I don't want to ask as I mourn my father. The voice of Nabu continues to whisper from the helmet, promises of a perfect world made from Order. It was strange, how I could feel the magic surrounding the helmet. I knew of the slight of hands and the tricks that were used to make 'magic' but within my bones I knew this was the real deal.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.

I intend to have more chapters and of a greater word length. This is just an introduction and to see how people respond.

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Ice Jazz Elleth out!