So here I go with the first chapter of the rewrite. I hope its better this time around.

Hex

"Get back here ya' demon!" yelled the baker. Hex sprinted away as fast as he could in hopes of avoiding a fight. He hated to steal food but he had to in order to survive. Hex pulled a right around the nearest building so the baker couldn't throw stones at him only to be met by a man carrying a club.
"Go back to hell where you belong!" The man said as he smashed Hex in the face with the club. He crumpled to the dusty ground with blood streaming from his nose and forehead. The ground around where he fell had turned gray just like anywhere else he touched. Leaving a trail of gray behind you makes it very difficult to steal things without being caught Hex thought as the man swung his club down. Hex rolled to the side to avoid the club and then slammed his fist into the man's stomach. While the man was in recoil Hex made one last run for it. A few more villagers hurled rocks but only one struck the back of his head. A new flow of blood ran down his neck.

Hex finally reached the nearby forest and lay down against a tree to catch his breath. Hex wiped the blood from his face and pressed his shirt to his forehead to stop the bleeding. That surely could have gone better. Hex had dropped the bread when he got hit so in the end he came out wounded and just as hungry as before.

It was times like this that made Hex think back to when his whole life went to hell. He had had a normal life in a small town in Dale. He helped his father in the mines everyday and had some good friends. But that all changed when Hex turned 10. That was the first day he started leaving a trail of grey behind. The first time he was called a demon. The first time he was beaten and thrown from a village. Hex's own Father had tried to drive him out. Swung at Hex with his pickaxe screaming go to hell demon you aren't my son. From that day Hex had constantly been on the run, stealing food, living in fear. He was 14 now and there was no sign that anything would change. At this rate he would starve to death or be slaughtered in cold blood.

Hex sighed and slumped down to ground his stomach rumbling. His head was throbbing so painfully he thought he would pass out. Unfortunately he stayed fully conscious to deal with all the pain. The worst part was that he couldn't rest he had to keep moving. The townspeople would find him any minute. Hex staggered to his feet and leaned against the trees for support as he trudged his way through the forest.

He didnt make it very far before someone pushed him down to the ground smacking his head against a root right where the rock had hit him earlier. Hex tried to get up but his attacker held a sword to his throat. The sword was unlike anything he had seen before. It was engraved with strange letters and emitted a purple mist that made Hex's thoughts blur just by looking at it. He shifted his eyes upward to get a look at his assailant. He had jet black hair with a bright red streak running through it. His eyes were a light purple color and were tinted with anger. He wore a dark blue shirt with three swords stacked on top of each other stitched on the front.

"How the hell did you get out of Valencia unnoticed!? You obviously can't control when you absorb power so you are untrained and easily tracked!" Hex didnt know what to say. If he slipped up he would die. The fact that his thoughts were blurry from the sword didnt help either.
"Answer me!" The attacker hollered and pressed the sword closer to Hex's neck.
"W-who the h-hell are you?" Hex stammered with fear laced in his voice.
"You know who I am. Herobrine has quite the bounty on my head. Everyone knows me." Herobrine? Valencia? Those are both from Minecraftian mythology. This person was completely insane!

Hex saw no point in trying to reason with a maniac so the only way was to fight. Trying anything with a sword pressed to your neck is like suicide but death wouldn't be any worse than living. Hex grabbed his attackers hand and pushed the sword away from his neck. The sudden resistance had caught his foe off guard so he had to take this chance. Hex punched his opponent in the jaw with a surprising result. Upon contact Hex's fist had glowed red and knocked his foe back a few feet and left a burn mark on his jaw. Hex was so surprised he couldn't do anything but stare blankly at his fist. What the hell had he just done!? "You really don't know who you are... Do you?" The hostility had vanished from his assailant's voice. Hex shook his head not entirely sure what he had meant.

His foe sheathed his sword and extended his hand "My name's Streak." Hex was confused by the sudden turn of events. " No need to be afraid I won't hurt you. It was my bad for making assumptions. It's just very rare to see a Chaos Guard demigod born outside of Valencia."

"Uh..." Hex stammered feeling remarkably stupid for not saying anything else. There were just so many questions Hex wanted answered particularly wether or not he should trust this Streak. The logical answer would be to run like he always does but he was the first person to talk to Hex in several years. Even though only a minute earlier Streak had a sword pressed to Hex's throat it was nice to actually talk to someone. He shook Streaks hand "My names Hex." Streak nodded "I can explain that trail of gray you leave behind and even teach you how to stop it." Upon hearing that Hex lost all doubt about Streak. This was his chance to break his curse and get his normal life back. "Ah, looks like that caught your attention." Streak said with a bit of a laugh. Hex had failed at hiding his eagerness "You leave the trail of gray because you are draining power from the earth. That power is used stored and then released when you fight to do things like this." Streak pointed to the wound on his jaw. "Sorry about that..." Hex murmured.
"Don't interrupt." Streak commanded before continuing his explanation " You can drain power because you are half god." Hex opened his mouth to protest but Streak cut him off again "No I'm not crazy and yes this is true also stop interrupting me you can ask questions at the end." Hex decided to shut up and let Streak talk since he got the sense Streak would use his sword if he didn't. "To stop absorbing power you simply need to think about stopping. Now that you know what you have actually been doing stopping it should be simple." Hex did as he was instructed and thought about stopping. He took a deep breath and then stepped forward. Sure enough the forest floor stayed brown. A wave of relief flooded over Hex. It was finally over he could get a normal life. That relief soon turned bitter. How could it be that easy? He spent over a year starving, being beaten, and rejected and all he had to do to stop it was think about it? But he had spent hours wishing that it would stop why did it never work before? "Don't be mad, you would never have been able to stop it before now no matter how much you tried. There was no way to prevent the pain you went through." How the hell did he know that? There is no way that he could get all that by looking at Hex. Could Streak possibly read minds?

"Hmmm, mind reading would be one way to put it but that isn't exactly true. My father is Nova the god of discord. Discord is conflict resulting from disagreement. I can sense discord and that includes your conflicting thoughts. I could tell you felt bitter about it being so easy because that conflicted what you thought was true. When you thought there was no way I could tell what you were thinking even though I had proved I can it caused discord allowing me to understand. So not exactly mind reading." Hex jaw dropped a little and Streak smirked. Obviously happy to be showing off.

"The rest of this will be easier to show you then to explain." Streak said while he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a very tiny mirror. He placed the mirror on the ground and it began to expand until it was the size of a doorway. The surface of the mirror began to swirl. When the ripples calmed down the mirror no longer showed a reflection. Instead the mirror showed a city. A city unlike anything Hex had ever seen before. It had dazzling dark blue spires in each corner connected by towering walls with electricity and fire roaring on the top. A flag with the same design as Streak's shirt waved from each tower. In the middle of the front wall there was a giant gate that must have weighed several tons. How could someone open those doors? Streak walked up to the mirror "After you." he said and gestured to the mirror. "And yes I want you to walk through." Damn it he read Hex's mind crazy as it sounded Streak had been right about everything so far so Hex decided to willingly believe him this time.

He waved one hand into the mirror and sure enough it passed through like there was nothing there. The mirror had passed the test so Hex stepped through. He was now standing in front of the massive gates he had seen on the mirror. Streak stepped through and stood behind Hex. The mirror then shrunk back down and Streak returned it to his pocket. "Welcome to Azure City! The heart of Valencia and the center of defense. The world's strongest demigods and mages are trained here and without this city the world would have been destroyed years ago." There was pride in Streak's voice. he obviously held this city in high regard.

"Defense against what exactly?" Hex asked. Streak's grin turned to a frown and and the atmosphere turned gloomier.
"Defense against the chaos lord Herobrine, the Chaos Guards, and all who serve them. Before you ask the Chaos Guards are three gods Null the god of death, My father Nova the god of discord, and finally your father... Helix the god of destruction." By the time he finished talking his tone had turned dark "And the kids of those gods are hated and hunted regardless of wether or not they actually serve Herobrine. My first year at Azure City was... difficult to say the least as will yours. You will have to work extra hard and prove yourself then they will except you. No matter how many people mistreat you." Streak spoke with anger dripping off his words like he was speaking from past experience which he probably was. "Anyway it's high time we went inside."