[New York, USA]

[25th Dec, 2005.]

After his wishes were granted he found himself in a dark alley. He could feel that his physique had changed and the power bubbling inside of him screaming at him that he was a being of great power. Power that was patiently waiting at his command to be used against those that stood against him. He had chosen skills that would send any ordinary man on their knees proclaiming him God of the Bible.

Eddard could feel the light flowing through him. His divinity of light allowed himself an inherent advantage against darkness. It allowed him to burn things with light, to purify what he believed impure and to heal using light.

He called upon his powers to create one of the many metals he had free ability to materialize. He felt something akin to the same feeling as the light flowing through his arm to his fingers but slower and heavier as if with more substance. A ball made out of blue light came out of the front of Eddard's palm he could feel a vague connection to the ball, he felt the ball asking what to become through their connection. And so he commanded it to take the form he wished he saw the ball dimming in light as if feeding on the energy available. The ball suddenly went out and Eddard saw what he had asked for, a gold disk that could be used as a medallion, if not for the lack symbols and names on it. Eddard realized that his ability did not take as much out of him as he had believed it would.

He twirled the gold disk between his fingers and marveled at how incredible his selective metal manifestation was. Eddard then pulled at his divine energy again for its third ability. The conceptual permeation through language was his greatest ability. He felt his fingers again filled with the light which felt heavier compared to when he manifested gold. But seeing as he was about to do something only Gods of Magic are able to even attempt in most fictional universes. He looked at the the gold disk between his fingers and willed the light to fill the disk with the concept of ownership, and immediately felt a small drain on his divine energy as more light surged towards his fingers to compensate for the used up light. He then willed an addition to the concept of ownership he previously added, that the owner of the disk was Eddard Clarke, the light immediately surged forward eager to do his bidding but this time one face of the medallion also lit up and slowly the light dimmed while showing the what had changed on the disk's face. It now had ' Property Of Eddard Clarke' etched in English at the bottom of the coin.

Eddard observed the coin and then he finally once more willed the concept of return on call of owner on the disk while burning the the Celtic symbol of Hope, a three leaf clover on the face of the disk which held the sign of his ownership using the burning aspect of his divinity as a laser etcher while adding 'Peace' on the opposite face of the disk. After finishing his newly made Three-Leaf Clover 'Peace' Medallion.

He breath out a sigh realizing how energy consuming the process was. It had drained him nearly of half his divine energy. But he knew that a simple checking up of his abilities was important to confirm they worked as he had intended his wishes.

He smiled and threw the Medallion in his hand towards the end of the alley. And called,"Return" expecting the medallion to return by zipping into his hands but nothing happened. The medallion did not even twitch. So he thought he did something wrong. And after trying methods like "Come", "Peace" and "Zip!".

He changed his approach and drew upon his light while saying," Return " as he imagined the medallion. The medallion did not rush towards his hand but what happened shocked Clarke because the medallion suddenly disappeared in golden motes of light and then reformed in his palm from golden motes. This helped Eddard realize how vague the concepts he had imbued into the medallion were and how disastrous it could have been. He then started contemplating methods to improve his use of his ability.

He walked out of the alley only to realize that he was a ghost in this world. He had no proof of identification, history or existence. Now he could be a ghost but ghosts have an inconvenient life and he had no advantages to gain from it. So he had decided what the plan was. Make an identity. Gain money via selling small amounts of gold. And make plans because he had very small amounts of information on this world. He had watched Iron Man 1,2; Captain America; Hulk; Thor; Avengers. After that the only movies he had watched was Endgame with a boy he was supposed to babysit for three days. If he could had known, he was getting thrown in here, he would have payed more attention but he had always been focused more on his studies. As a sixteen year old he should have gone to school too, but he had decided that in this world, studies were not something that he would gain much from since he was an above average student in his previous life at best. Eddard was not delusional enough to believe he could ever match an engineering genius like Stark or Banner. He was focused on getting a medical degree in his previous life but now he could heal pretty easily. His main aspiration from his previous life was pretty much done.

With such thoughts he walked out of the alley he was in, to the streets of New York.

[4th Jan, 2006.]

In the past few days he had been on this new world, he had realized that this world was similar to the one he previously resided in. He had begun his plan of gaining an identity. He had first moved towards a hospital and then penned down the names of all the terminally ill patients and then monitored them, invisible and silent using a combination of two of his basic abilities.

He had then checked what they did for a living and found the type of person he was looking for. The person he had found was named James Turner. The man was 39 year old, white, black hair, brown hair. He was a multi-millionaire man with a wife and two children. He had terminal cancer. The doctors had informed him three months ago. They had also said he won't live more than six months. Watching the man had been sad really. Eddard had decided that along with children, he would heal this guy anyway even if Mr. Turner did not accept his deal.

And as Mr. Turner was returning to his home after work. He found himself in the underground, he had found himself with Eddard leaning on his SUV.

"James Turner?" Eddard asked and was amused to see Turner tensing and looking at Eddard's waist and then hands before glancing around the empty underground parking lot. Not like the thin man who couldn't even run up a flight of stairs possessed any threat to Eddard.

"Look buddy, if you have got some work. Come tomorrow morning, I have to go to home it is new year." James replies while trying his best to make his tone sound casual but Eddard knew the man was afraid of getting mugged or shot in lot.

"Are you sure? I thought you wanted to live. Don't you want a cure for your lung cancer?" Eddard smirked as he saw the blood drain from Turner's face as he spoke.

"What did you say y-your name w-was?"

"Ed Clarke. So want to talk today or want to go home?"

"I want to t-talk Mr. Clarke."

"Well I can heal you James, but it will come at a price." James' eyes narrowed as soon as he heard that.

"How much? And is it another experimental drug?" James' expression had tightened expecting to be hit with another crazy sum.

"Not money, I am richer than most on this planet anyway." James caught the large gold disk that Ed tossed him and then saw the light coming from Eddard's fingers. James eyes had widened to the size of saucers at that.

"What do you want then? My soul? You, the devil?" James had chuckled at his own words nervously before starting to cough and grabbing his chest.

"Breathe. I can't have you dying right now. As for what I want, well I want an identity. And what better person to go for than someone like you?"

"An identity? Can't you just magic it?"

"I am not too sure what kind of effect that would have."

"So you want to have me make you an identity and you heal me?"

"Yes. I will heal you immediately. Like right now."

"This identity what do you want it for?"

"I want to buy a property, stocks,etc. Basically anything what a normal person my age could do."

"You look like you are 16-17. It is not something a normal boy your age would do. My son is 14 and all he talks about is sports and movies." James gave a stare that seemed amused to Eddard.

"Well fake the age to be 18. School records- average grades in everything except biology, make me good at it. Hospital records- no serious illnesses, colds and the like. Social Security Number, Birth Certificate. A bank account. The standard stuff."

"Do you want a digital record as well?"

"Yes."

"Passport?"

"Nah."

"Want anything else?"

"Is there a way to sell pure gold without getting caught or traced?"

"I mean I have never represented a criminal with such a history so I can't say." James Turner was a criminal attorney in the state of New York and has represented quite a few criminals and has done so quickly. The reason I picked him is because he is a very respected person in such circles and has never committed a violent crime himself. He was not involved with gangs but organized crime like identity theft, impersonation,etc. is his area of expertise and he has enough connections to get a new identity for me.

"So, do we have a deal?" I offered a handshake.

"Yes Mr. Devil. Meet me here by the end of the month." he smirked before grabbing my hand.

As soon as he grabbed my hand I called upon the light that had been waiting just beneath the surface to heal any damage or illness in James. The light surged from my hand to his and I could see him breathing something akin to steam from his nose. This lasted for about ten seconds after which James loosened his arm and looked at Eddard as if seeing him for the first time.

"Y-you were r-real. I thought I was dreaming again."

"Mr. Turner, just because it happens in your dreams, does not mean it isn't real. See you at the month's end." Eddard picked up the three-clover medallion that had fallen from James' hands and left a very confused attorney who was freaking out about whether what just happened was real or not.