Prologue

For one racer it was one of the biggest days in his life, the AMA National Championship. This race was his shot to get into the big leagues, an AMA representative was looking for one person, one racer that would be invited to the FIM of North America. This was the 600 CC championship and he was on his favorite motorcycle, his deep blue Suzuki, this bike was the only thing he knew better than himself. Despite this race being a big race for an invitation, many other people from motorcycle manufacturers, big name from racing like Lucas, Monster, Red Bull and such others. Even if they lost and didn't get their invitation they were more than likely to get a big name sponsor to help them along.

"Here is your chance Chris," said a tense but melodic voice, "but don't kill yourself over that invitation, ya here me? There are other chances and I don't want my other half dead on me!"

Sitting on his bike Chris broke out of trance like state of concentration and said, "You know I'm better than that. If I'm going to die it'll be by my terms. Besides I have to more to live for than my bike Ashley."

At this point Ashley's mood improved considerably at his suggestion. She knew this was somewhat true but she knew from the moment she met him his other love was his bike and racing, but she didn't care. Ashley herself was an avid biker but loved cruising more than racing and Chris indulged her happily with this when he wasn't racing.

The pits were starting to clear out little by little as the race start neared and above all Chris was writing something on the tank on his bike. Since a bad accident years ago he took this up in case something really bad happened. When asked about it he always said it was a sort of personal insurance. When Chris finished he tucked it up under his seat like he always did.

"Finished your tradition?" a more deep voice asked.

"Yes Dad, I'm as ready as I will ever be," Chris answered.

"Alright well give us a hug and get on your way," Chris' Mom said.

With that the family hugged one by one and then he and Ashley had their turn but she gave a kiss upon his helmet as well. Afterwards Chris started his race bike with a loud 'Rap' and it rumbled with a mid-high tone of 150 unrestricted horse power. A few minutes later he went out to the starting grid for the warm up lap.

After the warm up lap all of the racers lined up on the grid again but this time it was for all of the cookies. Moments later the count down lights turned and counted down. Chris got into his zone, he closed his eyes but for a moment and looked up at the lights and then they shut off.

All hell broke loose, that was the only way to describe the beginning of the race. The fury of twenty race bike and their riders, it was like a war zone, in a way it was for them. Chris was in 7th place, he was never good at the launch since I qualified for 3rd but where he shone was in the rest of the race. Within five laps he was in 2nd and gaining on the leader and then a good sized crash took place and took out half of the field, 10 racers out just like that. The was good for Chris since it closed that 5 second gap between him and the leader. Within half a lap of the restart he had passed the leader and was losing him as he raced his heart out.

On the last lap Chris was celebrating as he rounded the last few corners pulling wheelies as he came out them. Little did he know that there was a little bit of oil that the cleaning crew forgot to soak up on the last part coming out of the last turn. As Chris lined up the last straight he again pulled a wheelie but this time he took a different line than he had before and hit the oil slick and crashed. Sliding to a stop, a bit dazed Chris shook the crash out of his head and not realizing where he had stopped on the track started to get up but then heard the noise of another bike. To late to make any move he was hit by the bike going full force right between the shoulder blades and tumble over the finish line several hundred feet away.

Waking up from his black out all Chris heard was screaming, sirens and other hustle and bustle. Chris tried to get up but realize he couldn't move, nothing to his hands, feet, arms, nothing. He found that he could move his head ever so slightly because of severe pain. The EMT's notice and asked him all the questions. After that found out that he had taken a Honda to the back at 160 MPH and was even lucky to be alive. By this time the had carefully cut off his helmet and noticed blood trickling out of his nose but the blood was oddly colored and the EMT's took a look at it.

It was his brain.

Chris heard a few familiar screams that was family including Ashley.

"I fucked...up...huh?" Chris asked his parents with much strain and pain in his voice.

"No, it was not your fault," his mom said with tears streaming down her face

Painfully turning towards Ashley he said "Looks like...I...lied to...you."

"No!" Ashley yelled, tears streaming down her face while she protested to him, "No you didn't, like you promised it was on your owns terms! You were winning a race while doing wheelies!"

Chris painfully smiled and groaned out, "My bike...the paper...seat"

Ashley ran down to the bike at full sprint 300 feet away and the sprinted back to him and unfolded the letter she never hoped to open. Chris' parent joined Ashley as she read the letter. As all three of them read the letter more and more tears were streaming down all of their faces.

"You idiot!" Ashley yelled, "You never had to say you loved me, I always knew you did, you don't have to regret that on your death bed!"

"We never wanted to bury our son," his Dad choked out, "but we knew and were somewhat prepared since it was a chance from the sport."

"We want you to go in peace know that we all love you and hope with all of our heart and souls that you go to a much better place and that we all will see you in that place," Chris' Mom said without any pause

The relief was clearly evident on Chris' face as his smiled lightly then said, "I love...you all," then with his last breath, breathed out, "Goodbye."

Then his world went dark.

A Whole New World

In another world much different from the one we were just in a baby boy with golden hair, not blond, was born. The parents of this child and the doctors and nurses were stricken at how odd this was, the had seen babies born blond and all kinds from sandy to strawberry but never a shimmering gold. A nurse on the far side of the room made water appear from thin air into a tub, then brought the tub to the birthing table where the baby was born. Once the baby was clean and dry the baby was handed to its mother for her to adore her new child.

"You are special, but your my special child," she whispered to the baby, "I have a feeling your going to do a many great things."

"What are you going to name the child?" the doctor asked.

"Hmm," the new mother said looking at her husband and the said, "Chase. Chase Hartley, that's his name.

The husband said nothing but nodded in agreement.

As the parents started ogling over their new child the nurses and doctors start to clean and pack up. The medical people made little noise as to not disturb the parents and scare the child since their job was done for now. Almost done cleaning the nurses and other doctor were taking their leave but one stay behind and started reaching in his pocket and pulled out a crystal

"If anything comes up contact me," he said handing the crystal over.

"Thank you doctor and we will, thanks for everything today," the mother said.

Five Years Later

After a long day of playing with his friends, Chase returned home for dinner. Chase loved playing with his friends, well loved doing anything that was competitive, it seemed like it was everything to him but if it involved anything with racing it was all the better. Though along the he loved playing hide-and-seek, especially if he was 'it' even if wasn't looking he always knew where his friends were, though he didn't like hiding since his shiny gold hair usually gave him away. Though his friends never held it against him since it was always that way.

"Thanks for dinner Mom," Chase said as he finished his food, "Alright, I'm going to bed now I'm tired, goodnight Mom and Dad."

"Goodnight Chase," both parents said together.

Watching their son go up the stairs the father asked, "I've never understood Kayla, how is our son so mature for his age?"

"I don't know Ian, I stopped trying to understand him and learned to go with his flow," Kayla said matter-of-factually.

Chase finished getting ready for bed and opened his window, it was quite a hot day so that meant his room was warmer than he liked it be when he wanted to sleep. Little did Chase there was an black owl that was so dark it seemed to absorb an light that got near it. When Chase was in bed and falling asleep the gently and quietly glided to the window sill and watched Chase with much interest. When the owl was absolutely sure that Chase was asleep it silently flew over to Chase and hover above him and stayed there for a few moments before slowly lowering and then completely enveloping him in its dark essence. About ten seconds later it had started to absorb into Chase with the boy gently thrashing about and when it had finished Chase's gold hair seemed to be no more.

The owl hold possessed Chase.

In the morning Chase woke with a start from a nightmare that is now lost to him. Looking around Chase saw that nothing had changed because he had a horrible feeling that his whole world has changed and was going to change even more. Seeing that nothing had changed in his immediate area he got up to do his morning routine. In the bathroom Chase started to brush his teeth when he suddenly looked up at the mirror only to see that his shiny gold hair was now black. He paused for a moment and then screamed, screamed like he had never screamed before. Not three seconds later both Kayla and Ian were in his bathroom to see who was trying to kill their son. After seeing that Chase was alone and there was no blood, just an unfamiliar boy in front of them.

"Chase!" Kayla yelled, "what have you done to your hair?!"

"Nothing!" Chase yelled back, "I was brushing my teeth when I looked in the mirror and saw this."

"Ian, call the doctor, NOW!" Kayla commanded Ian.

With that he was gone to call the doctor. Within a few minutes the doctor was there and was examining Chase with his hands glow a soft green as he rounded his head several times trying to find anything and everything that could have caused this change. The doctor left the green aura from dissipate from his hands and just sat there for a minute before he said anything.

"I cant find anything wrong," The doctor said flatly. "If there is anything wrong it is that his magical energies are slightly different than from when I last examined him but that would not have cause his hair to change color."

Kayla and Ian just stared at their son and like closer at Chase's hair. His hair was iridescently changing from soft shades of black, blue, purple, and even softer shades of gold. It was almost mesmerizing to watch but they broke their gaze away.

"How are you feeling?" Kayla asked her child concernedly.

"From before?" Chase asked, "Not much different just...better?"

"Better?" The doctor asked confused.

"Yeah better, I can see slightly better and I can hear a bit better to. Though I can sense more than I could before too."

"What do you mean sense better?" Ian asked.

"Ever since I was able to walk I always knew where everyone one was about across the room away," Chase said point to the end of the dining room with was about 50 feet away. "Now I can tell where people are as far as Summer's house, I know its her because I remember how she and her parents feel."

"Summer's house?!" Kayla shouted astonished, "That's a little more than a quarter mile away! Why didn't you tell you could do this?"

"I thought everyone could do this, why is this special?"

"Yes it is," The doctor answered, "now answer me this, how do I feel compared to your mom?"

"You feel," Chase started to say look back and forth between his mom and the doctor, "different but more like, bigger? No, more like powerful like a punch against a friendly push, I don't know its hard to explain something, I cant put feelings into words."

"You can't use magic can you Kayla?" The doctor asked her.

"Not one bit," she answered.

"So he can sense magic against those who can't. Chase can you do something for me?" the doctor asked the boy.

Chase nodded a yes.

The doctor raised his hand and the green aura returned to life, "Can you do this?"

Chase raised his hand and with a look of strain he concentrated on his hand with all of his might.

"No no, don't strain just let your mind be quiet and and focus gently on your hand." the doctor instructed.

With this Chase calmed down and closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A moment later he open his eyes and with a looked if pure determination that was peaceful. Chase focused on his hand and a few moments later a weak black aura covered his hand. Everyone in the room had a looks of sheer surprise and a bit of terror as he made his magic manifest.

"Mom, look!" Chase yelled, "I can do magic like the doctor!"

After he tried to show of his magic to his mom the black aura faded out of existence.

"Aww," The boy whined.

"The boy can do magic," the doctor confirmed, "If you like I can teach him the basics of magic control and then we can see where we can go from there."

"Can I?," Chase pleaded, "can I? Can I please? Mom? Dad? Please? Pretty please?"

Both Kayla and Ian looked at each other before Kayla said, "You can only if you keep up on your chores to the point where I can see my face it so clean."

"Yes!" Chase cheered, "I promise!"

Chase jumped at his parents to hug and kept saying on repeat 'Thank you'