This story is an origin story for my Dark Magician Character, it also serves as a prequel to Shadow knight1121's story Warriors Of The Lost story in a way as it ends right when Chapter 3 of Warriors of the lost takes place.

Twenty-Two Years Ago

Crystal Thompson, a former witch hunter stared down at her child. A small five-year-old African American boy with black hair that had sprouted out into a medium lengthened Afro. He had emerald green eyes and caramel colored skin. They had gone into hiding due to what she had done some time ago while on a witch-hunt for the witch known as Klarion, The Witch Boy. Things had gone very wrong. Her group had been ambushed, and she was the only one that survived. She had escaped or so she thought, as Klarion had caught her and placed some ancient curse on her but claimed it would affect her only son Xander. Knowing that the curse would affect her son, she asked for help from the Justice League members Zatanna and Zatara. They fortold that her son was special, because of the curse, he was a child of magic.

When the Zatara's offered them a chance to hide she took it because she knew if her father knew that his grandson was a witch he would have him killed. She reached down and caressed her son's head but stopped when she heard the sound of creaking floorboards from the other room. Thinking that it was only Zatanna coming back to check on them she left the room and entered the living room only to stop when she saw a familiar cat staring back at her. Crystal turned around to run back to her son but found herself unable to move, she tried again, but again she couldn't move.

"My…my what do we have here, it seems that Mr. Savage wasn't lying when he told me of your location" Crystal stiffened at the familiar voice.

She was spun around to face the Klarion The Witch Boy.

"You can't have him you piece of shit," she shouted in rage still unable to move her legs.

Klarion only replied with a smile then with a flick of his hand he slammed her into the wall only to flick his hand again causing her body to rise and slam up against the ceiling. Then he let her body fall to the floor. Klarion stood up from the chair he was sitting in and walked around so he was standing over her. She was in so much pain that she could barely move. He crouched down so he was at her level. He lifted her head up so she could look into his red eyes. A wicked smile crossed his lips but his head jerked to the right when he heard the sound of a door being opened and his smile grew evilly wider when Xander walked out into the living room.

"Run Xander" Crystal shouted, the boy stood scared, being only five, he didn't understand what was going on in front of him.

Klarion stood then snapped his fingers and when he did a loud snap could be heard. The Witch Boy made his way slowly towards the frightened boy, but before he could get too close he was flung across the room making him hit the wall and knock a painting down with him. Klarion looked up to see Zatanna and Zatara standing there in the doorway, he growled in rage then with a flash of light both he and his cat were gone.

Xander jolted awake. He was sweating heavily. He hated that nightmare. It plagued him every night. He flung his bed covers off of himself and got out of bed. He walked over to the window of his apartment and stared outside onto the streets of Washington D.C.. He could have gone to the other cities such as Gotham, Metropolis, Star City or Central City but he didn't want to be somewhere where the Zatara's could find him or the so-called Justice League. He walked away from the window, making his way over to the dresser and pulled on his regular set of clothes, which consisted of a black hoodie, white Nike high tops, and blue wrangler jeans and the white baseball cap he always wore backwards.

As he leaves the apartment he grabs a dark green and blue wristband, which he snaps around his wrist. Xander walks outside then after looking around he pulls his hood up over his head and starts walking down the sidewalk. He stops momentarily as he senses that someone is watching him. He looks over his shoulder but sees nothing so he starts walking keeping his senses alert. A few blocks away from his apartment he got that feeling again so he turned around but this time only his head and that's when he noticed that he was indeed being followed but by who, he had no clue, although he was going to make sure to find out right now.

Xander turned the corner and went into an alleyway then waited. As soon as the person whom had been following him appeared he grabbed him and slammed him up against the wall.

"Who are you and why are you…" he started to ask but stopped when he noticed a glowing gleam in the eye of the person. He released his grip making the man drop to the ground then said, "What are you doing here Fuseli, you're The Lord of Night Terrors following someone who is an intermediate in the dark arts. Let me guess, your once again doing Zatanna's dirty work by keeping tabs on me" he said annoyed.

The man Fuseli, smiled up at him then turned into a small green creature.

"Don't expect me to lie to her either cause she said that if I want to keep doing what I love, I have to do this one small feat" Fuseli replied mischievously.

Xander rolled his eyes then said,

"Hmmm, so if you don't then she will send you back through every dream you have ever invaded. Which would cause an imbalance in Fuseli's equilibrium and would most likely destroy you"

Fuseli nodded his head and again Xander shook his head in annoyance before saying exasperatedly,

"Damn Fuseli you fall for that very damn time!"

Xander walked back and forth before stopping in front of the small creature again. He squatted down so he was at eye level with him.

"You go back to Zatanna and you tell her that the next time I see you I'll send you back myself, in pieces!" he said to the cowering creature who then vanishes right before Xander's eyes.

Xander stood up and left the alleyway, he knew that Zatanna wouldn't believe the threat. Xander wouldn't dare do that due to the repercussions it would have on his soul.

That day when Klarion had showed up, he had placed a curse on Xander before killing his mother. According to a book that Xander had read back when he stayed with Zatanna and her father. Whenever Xander performed a high level spell he loses a piece of his soul, which is why he very rarely performs any high level spell, not even good intentioned ones such as healing someone that is on the brink of death.

Although he would never tell Zatanna, he respected her and wished things could be different. He left the alleyway and started walking once again down the sidewalk. He needed to get to his job but as he neared his place of work, someone yanked him into another alleyway.

He looked up at the person who had grabbed him; it was man white skinned with dirty blond hair. His clothing consisted of black pants, a white shirt and a brown overcoat. Xander rolled his eyes and let out a groan, the person in front of him was Zatanna's ex boyfriend and all around chain smoker John Constantine.

"Hello Xander, I need your help."

Thanks for reading, see you all next time.