This is A story about 6 boy with a destiny of destruction, but when they find out those fates intertwined they meet up, and try to change. Lets start with the boy of hate. The opposite of laughter

His name is Dusken Dimmer. He wears a black leather jacket with a black sun on the back of it, Black jeans, fingerless gloves, grey sneakers, grey shirt, he Has black and grey hair. he is 16.

His story starts when he was 6 years old not a good day.

(Dusk POV)

Man that was a good day of school made some friends the playground was nice no bullies today the perfect day. Now it is time to go home and say hi to mommy and daddy wonder what they are doing anyway a welcome home party or something. I can't wait to tell them the hundred I made on my test.

I saw the house was on fire, but the fire was black. "NO NO NO!" I started yelling. I ran in the house but wasn't getting burned. By the time I made to my parents they were dead. Then the fire dissappeared.

(Time skip)

I am now sixteen ten years after my parents death. I live with my grandpa now in Detroit. Kinda a loner not very good at making friends if you know what I mean. I was going home after School where everyone was afraid of me. Now I was home. "How was school Dusk" he asked? "Same as always" I answered. He looked at me waiting for a better answer. " got another hundred in reading, writing, and science oh and math" I answered more discreetly. He then continued cooking. "Go to the store and get some steak" he asked? "Okay" I said. I went to the store. When I came back the Windows where broken. I saw my grandpa fighting these weird humanoid monsters( author note they are changelings.) "Grandpa!" I screamed "stand back" he yelled. One of them blasted him with some sort of energy beam. I ran to my grandpa. I glared at the creatures with all rage and hatred a black flame formed around me burning all the monsters. "Change your fate" my grandpa said weakly. I snapped out of my hatred and said "what do you mean" I asked but he already died. I started crying. A black flamed formed around my hand creating a bracelet with a gem shaped like a black sun. It shot a beam of light showing a path to somewhere. I followed it.

(3rd POV)

That is the story of the boy of hate. You can already guess his power. Black fire. Next up greed.