Bruised and broken beyond belief, a blonde haired man slowly worked his way through a long forgotten wasteland. He didn't know how long or how far he traveled, all he knew that each step was agonizing.
If only everyone could see how far the chosen one, Alex Lannon, has fallen. How he had nothing left in the world except for the damn markings that coated his skin. Markings that slowly became a curse; Alex started to blame all his misfortunes on them. But none of them sting more than his father's death and Noma's betrayal- Alex could still feel the wind rush over him as she carried his limp body, forcing him to fly up with her and into abandoned cars along the way.
For days this was his life until that bird hit Noma; then that strange light came, and he was alone. Though instead of waiting around he moved forward; traveling in an eastern direction. Not knowing he was safe, and not knowing where he was going.
All he knew is that he had to keep moving east, and not to stop until the water made him… he wasn't sure why, but a few days ago the words just appeared on his body. And even though he hated them, he thought it was best to go along with the markings. Because they were the only things, he had to go off of at the moment.
And who knows maybe it was leading him to his own demise