"Mother, Im hoooooooome," I called as I set my bag next to the floor.

"How was your day, dear?" My mother called from the kitchen. I could tell tonight's dinner would be interesting, if the wandering scents of cinnamon, cloves, garlic, and pot roast had anything to say about it.

"It was alright," I said. No it wasn't. "We had a pretty boring day today, so nothing really happened except the teacher made us do a lot of work." Actually, I got beat up by some bullies from school. Please don't come out of the kitchen, cause then you'll see the cuts and bruises they gave me, and you'd be able to smell the shame on me. " I went to the teacher after school for some extra work, because a few of the problems he went over in class were pretty hard." God man, why do you keep lying? just tell her the truth. Shell understand. "It was pretty hot today, so I'm gonna go take a shower. After that, I'm gonna be in my room chilling till dinner. Tell me when it's ready!" Dude, your life must really suck if you have to lie to your fucking mom. Who'll love you unconditionally. No matter what happens-

SHUT-UP! i scream into my mind, running up the stairs, ignoring my mothers last comment as i barge into my room.

My name is Mark Andrews. Im 16 in the tenth grade, i have white skin, blond hair, im five foot six and have unnaturally gray eyes. they earned me the title "The Gray-Eyed Freak." Getting beat up by bullies is nothing special, you know. me being unnatural and weak, they took advantage of me. i could always count on my only two friends to at least try and help though. Except this time. Today they just stood there solemnly as i got pummuled to a pulp by the meanest bully in school, Brick Taylors. It may have only been a few hours ago, but the betrayel was still fresh in my mind, and it stung twenty times worse than any punch or cut. Why had they just stood there, watching? why hadnt they helped? Why hadnt they at least gotten a teacher? Why, why, why!?

I threw myself onto my bed, pulled up a pillow, and screamed my heart out. In my head, though, I said 'what is wrong with me?'

Well, a voice answered, you obviously dont want to involve other people in your little spats at school. Especially your mother. Judging from your memories, especially from elementary school, she doesn't tolerate bullying at all. She would do way more than the average parent to ensure your safety in school.

I gaped. "How did you know that." I stopped for a second. "In fact, Who are you and how the hell did you get into my head?"

The first is simple. My name is Chronas. I rule over time and space. As for the why and the how, I couldnt tell you if i tried. My father likes to work in ...shall we say...mysterious ways. When ever he senses something major about to happen, He sends me into the mind of the person that will greatly influence the world where the event shall occur. Chronas said.

'Then he must have got the wrong dude, dude. Im nothing special. I cant even fight off some small school bully, much less make a difference in another universe.' I think to Chronas as i get up of the bed and move into the bathroom. 'These scars are proof,' I say, then look at the mirror and gasp.

Instead of purple and black bruises on my face, there was only pale skin. Even the gash was gone, which was a relief. Didnt want to explain to mom why i had a huge scar on my forehead. I looked down on my body. All the cuts that they gave me were gone, leaving only white lines on my skin. I suddenly noticed that my foot was no longer throbing with pain. "how did this happen?" I ask out loud.

Why do you seem so surprised? Chronas asked. You know what my powers are. why dont you see if you can figure it out on your own.

I scratched my chin. Lets see. She said she can control time and space. Time and space, time and space...Time! I opened my mouth to respond, but chronas decided she wanted to steal my thunder.

Yep. I sped up the time it took for my body to heal. She said smugly.

"Noooooooooooooooooo" I queitly yelled as i sag a little. "You stole my thunder."

In actuality, Chronas said, I'm pretty surprised. your taking this quite calmly.

"Well, I figured this was all a dream when you started talking to me in my head on the bed. Speaking of you talking to me, how long have you been in there?" I said.

I have been in here since the beginning of the day, when you woke up. i just didn't say anything because I was either a) looking through your memories to see what kind of person you were, or b) looking through your eyes and listening with your ears to see what kind of person you are.

"So you saw me when i got beat up then?" I asked her. "You know that happens in real life also, right?"

Mark, this isn't a dream. This is Real. I am Real. If you dont learn to accept the unexplainable, to expect the uexpected, then the coming days will be hard on you and everyone that you cherish. Chronas said, and for some reason, I could tell she wasnt playing.

"What do you mean?" I ask, suspicious of her tone.

All I know is that a storm is coming. A big one. Otherwise, my father wouldnt have sent me to your head. I need you to be able to cope, to comprehend without reason, to conquer.

I didn't respond. How could I? I mean, she was trying to ask me to go almost completely against my nature. Cope- I could probably do that. I mean i've survived this long, coping with the pain i deal with everyday, whether it be emotional or physical. the way she said it though, I figured i would be into more then i bargained for. Comprehend- yeah, but only like stuff in school. When it comes to real life, i cant do a damned thing. And Conquer? Don't even get me started. If I can't even fight a couple of bullies, then you can bet your sorry ass that i can't conquer anything accept my room. Not even that.

I walked up to the shower and turned up the hot water. As I took my shirt off, I felt a sharp pain in my arm and yelped. when I looked at my arms, they were glowing with different colors. My left arm glowed with a golden hue, while my right arm took on the light of a midnight blue. As the glow subsided, I saw that i had two tattoos on my arms; the left one had a golden sun, sparkling in all its glory even in the dingy light of my bathroom, while the left one had a midnight blue crescent with little white stars. "Huh, that's new." I said.

Yes it is, Chronas said.

"Wait, can you see me?" I said, suddenly feeling very self-concious about my body. I wasnt the most fit ever. At least, i didnt think.

Yes, and Iv'e got to say, you are very muscular for someone who doesn't think about excersizing often.

I looked down at my body and stared. 'Well, when did this happen?' I thought as i looked at myself in the mirror. I ran my hands over the small muscles and 4-pack that seemed to have formed out of nowhere. I guess running for my life really paid off. I never really paid attention to my body when i looked in the mirror. I only looked at my face to make sure i didnt have any bad bruises. didnt matter if i still had muscles. I was still weak.

A/N: Well this is the first in the series. I cant wait to post the next chapter. Please leave reviews, and dont hesitate to comment or like. and Pm me with any OC Ideas. Im holding a contest, and only six OC's will be part of my story, so add fast. Thank you and good night!

~From the desk of Sky, The Inverted Pony.