I love magic users, but so few learn on their own... so I have to change that. This oc was inspired by WiccanNas, a friend of mine on here and on Reddit.

My Favorite Young justice Episode was Denial, I loved Kent Nelson's backstory entirely... and I loved his character. So... I have a very, very cool idea. Enjoy!

The Team is Started July Fourth, 2010, so this is about 7 months before YJ starts...

January 1st, 2010

Nas shivered, pain radiating alongside his chest, just breathing was a miserable experience. Putting a hand on his ribs, he pressed in despite the pain. "No good... broken..." Screwed, he sighed and smiled. "I guess, it's time." Smiling he moved away from the road and hurried into an alley where he slumped to the ground and just rested. It was nice but cold, as it usually was Looking skyward, he took in the open air and let himself hope for a bit. Hope that life would get and stay easier. Of course, he knew that was likely not possible... life... just wasn't fair to everyone.

He couldn't remember it ever being fair to him... ever. Hell, he was ninety percent certain he had broken ribs and internal bleeding. He could feel the warmth spreading, his body failing. He was going to, most likely, perish in that alleyway...

"I... " He started to cry as that realization overtook him. " I don't want to die... I am fourteen, I've barely lived my life at all... please... help me... anyone... I... don't want to die."

He knew it was pointless, he had no hope... it was silly to waste those words, but he had to say them. The gods only helped those that helped themselves after all...

He could only hope the gods, if they existed, heard him and helped him out... he doubted they would...

And so, darkness washed across his vision and all thought ceased to be as his body failed him entirely and he slowly began to enter the void...

"""

Kent Nelson, taking a walk around his beloved Salem, bent over as a rush of agony overtook him. His soul ached horribly as a sense of grief followed through the same wave of agony. "What is that?" Gathering his strength, he gripped his staff hard and uttered a spell. "Reprehenderit id, doloribus!" A golden energy erupted from his staff and he quickly followed. Retired Hero or not, he would not allow such suffering to go by without helping.

For fifteen minutes, he follow the source of pain and his spell, rushing as fast as his body allowed until he reached a glowing alleyway. His eyes widened as he saw a boy, slumped over. He could not have been more than fifteen, the barest hair on his jaws. He was terribly thin, and blood oozed from his lips. He had bruises covering his body. However the worst part was his lifeforce, weak and thread as it was, was fading into nothingness.

Kneeling, Kent placed is hands on the boy's face and breathed out a sliver of magic, not enough to heal him but enough to strengthen him until he could be saved. "Salutem!" He cried, and before he knew it, a golden light flashed around him and he found himself in a hospital, the local hospital where they knew his true identity. "HELP!" He called out and within minutes the boy was taken from him and rushed into surgery.

Kent would not leave, despite the exhaustion from wielding such magics, too worried for the boy's safety. After several hours, Kent was approached by a Doctor. "The boy will survive... do you know his parents?"

"No... but I can find out, I can glance into his mind."

The Doctor nodded. "Normally I would object, but the boy was very near death... please, find out what you can and see if you can find out who attacked him. This was assault, nothing more."

Kent nodded and walked with the doctor to the boy's room. As soon as he was in the boy's room, he placed his hands on the boy's forehead and uttered another spell.

"Viderit, quid infra, veritas!" He uttered, and golden light sank into the boy's mind. What he saw, the horrors of his visions would change everything for Kent... but beyond those horrors, he saw something else...

Desire, to help, to ensure that what the boy had experienced was not allowed to happen to any other... he saw a vast love of life, of learning and an impossibly bright mind and despite himself, he could not help but smile and feel a wave of fondness for the sweet, sweet soul within.

And it was in that energy, that emotion, that Kent knew what he had to do.

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"How... how am I alive?" Nas asked no one as he awoke, finding himself in a rather nice hospital room. "I was sure I was going to die?"

A soft sigh drew him to a man around fifty years old, dressed immaculately, with a nice cane with a gold top in his hand. "If I had not found you and sustained you with magic, you would have died, Nas."

He flinched. "Only I call myself Nas, no one else does. How do you know that?''

The man smiled, approaching. He held out his hand and it glowed a soft gold. "I am a sorcerer. The Doctors around here know this, they asked me to enter your mind, to find out things about you, such as your name and what happened. I am sorry for the violation, but we needed this as did you. Your father has been arrested for nearly killing you. He agreed to sign off his rights to you in return for a lighter sentence. I am sorry to say that I wish I could punish him myself, what he did... and for only what he perceived as defiance, for you looking like your mother... what a monster."

Tears fell from Nas' eyes. " I'm free,..." he sobbed, hard. The man put a hand on his shoulder, Nas threw himself at the man only to stop after a moment. "I feel no pain... why?"

"Magic, I sped up your healing. You were in a medically induced coma for a few days, but it would have been much longer and if I am to train you in the Craft, I need as much time as possible."

Nas gaped. "Huh?"

The man laughed. "Yes, when I read your soul, I saw a great desire to help others. I used to be a member of the Justice League of America. I was The Lord of Order, Dr. Fate."

His eyes widened as his brain clicked through his knowledge of heroes. "Wow... really, you ... you'd do that?" He could not believe it, his luck the chance... "You'd help me like that?"

The man smiled, this time softly. " Before she died, my wife Inaz and I found ourselves unable to have children. We got our Foster care licenses but we never acted on it due to the dangers of my career as a hero, then my beloved died. I still hold my license... and as I understand, teaching children to be heroes is a common enough practice. Batman and Robin, Aquaman and Aqualad... you could be that to me, or simply be a healer or whatever you choose. The Choice is yours, always. Even living with me is a choice... so what do you say?"

The tears came back, but they did not overflow. "Yes... it...is all I've wanted. To help people not... suffer like me. To make a difference, to undo my father's evil. Can you... can you help me with that?"

"I can do that and so much more... now... I do believe the cops and social workers will need some words, but soon enough you will come to live with me and your training will begin. Oh, I never told you my name. It is Kent, Kent Nelson. It is very nice to meet you officially Nas, even though I feel like I've known you for some time. I have been visiting you daily, spending my time healing you... it really is a strange thing."

Moved beyond measure, Nas smiled at the man before him. "Thank you... Kent... thank you."

And for the first time in his life, Nas felt like just maybe... there was hope after all...

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a joy to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.