Hello there! The story you're about to read will follow Canon as close as it can without a lawsuit, and it will change based on whatever great idea pops into my head or theory I hear from people. If there's any suggestions, I will definitely take it to heart and will NOT make you hate me!
On a warm summer day in 2002, South Africa, a pair of biologists were studying the lethal virus known as Sakutia. At their side was none other than their son, a young Garfield Logan, who was looking at his parent's work. His parents, Mark and Marie Logan, had brought the young Garfield into the world in Upper Lamumba four years ago, when they were contacted by a certain Dr. Samuel Register to help with his work on a cure. Since then, the cure still hadn't been completed, but the progress was going smoothly until that faithful day. The day that Garfield Logan died.
This is a good day. A great day. If we were to ask Garfield, he would answer, 'It's the best day ever!' Because it's his birthday. He has the entire weekend planned out, so while his parents are talking with Dr. Samuel, he takes on a little adventure, like the ones his parents were on when they met. To say they inspired him would be an understatement. To think all his bedtime stories were just as real as you and me. But despite all the great things he could achieve, Garfield still decided to follow in their footsteps and help people the same way they do.
And then he saw it - the green monkey his parents were working on a cure for. As he was trying to get back to their camp, a branch suddenly broke under Garfield's foot and startled the jade sapient. And in the blink of an eye, the young boy was no more.
But then we wouldn't have a story, would we?
On the other side of the world, in a magical place named Azarath, a young Rachel Roth was learning how to deal with the disadvantages of having one hell of a father. The scenery could only be described as peaceful. It's like a humid afternoon with a book and a warm cup of tea by the window. That's how Rachel and her mother, Arella, spent the little time they had left. With Arella's transition into the next Mystic of Azarath, she was surely prepared to what her dau-
"Mother, I'm afraid."
And just like that, everything came falling down. As soon as these words left her daughter's mouth, Arella was holding her heart in her own hand. If saving her daughter meant she won't see her again, expecting to just let her go, Arella had to make the most of it. Because there was something she never told Rachel. She was destined for greatness.
The next few weeks were filled with training, meditation, and the most dreaded of them all, finding a place Rachel could call home. With the sounds of a heavenly choir, the ceremony had begun, and Azar granted Arella the power necessary to defend Azarath. The only thing left to do? Talk to her daughter for the last time.
One might ask, what could possibly be this warning for the people of a pacifist paradise? Well...
"Your father will be looking for you. Do NOT trust that monster because he only brings destruction, chaos, and death wherever he walks. With this cloak embedded with our magic, you can reach me no matter where you may be. You are meant for great things, Rachel. I know you're terrified of what might be ahead of you, but don't let it stop you from living the life you deserve! The life your father took from me..."
And with that, Arella clipped the clasp of the cloak, smiled at her daughter, and gave her the name...
You didn't think I forgot about the boy, did you?
To say the least, Garfield might not live to see his next birthday. Just because his parents had gone after him as soon as he was out of their sight, you'd think they would've injected him with an experimental serum that might make things even worse? You would be right. Do you want to know the best part? Destiny didn't leave our young friend out of the fun.
Not long after the word about a cure got out, an assassin was tasked with delivering it to the highest bidder. Any means necessary. Two years of family movie nights and scientific mumbo-jumble might finally give fruit to our very own One Eyed Willy.
And with that, Arella clipped the clasp of the cloak, smiled at her daughter, and gave her the name...
"Who are you? Do you know what happened to my parents?" A dazed Garfield asked, with a hint of curiosity.
"They fell asleep because they were tired." The stern and straightforward answer came as he was about to take his leave, however...
"Are you a ninja? A spy? A secret agent? Do you know Batman?!" The excitement that erupted from the little boy awakened some melancholy memories in the not-so-noble warrior. Before he could do something he would regret, he took his leave. I mean, what were the chances he'd meet the boy again after this?
What! A cliffhanger? that's right.