The Forgotten Ones

Damon

2259 AD, Neo-Earth

The Jacks Clan.

"King, please. I beg you. Do not banish my father,"

"Shut up. Be lucky that you're not going with him. Your father had the nerve to lie to me. Get out, weakling," The king spoke.

"Son, don't worry. Take care of yourself. I'll be safe,"

"Dad. Please. Stop justifying yourself. You know they're wrong,"

"SILENCE child. Guards, take him away,"

The boy cried. It's not every day that your father is exiled from his home grounds because he wasn't as perfect as the others. The rage inside him changed him. And as he grew older, that change became more and more visible. He exhibited signs of a new trait. One that was not found in any other clan. This trait had given him the powers of all 4 clans combined. He had the runes of all four clans etched in his hand. He had the wish-granting immortal life of the Kings & Queens, The alpha skills of the Jacks, and the Dark magic of the Ace.

He wasn't an imperfect like his dad. He was more than that. His rage and powers brought ruin to all 4 clans. The Great Battle for Peace, which was wiped out from records, resulted in the obliteration of all the clans. Hundreds of lives were lost. Many fought bravely against the one-man army.

In the end, the elders of the clans managed to overpower him for a while, and that was all they needed. They banished him to the Charr Sector. His existence was erased from the records. No one was to speak about him.

The radiation melted his skin. He was dying outside. One of the disadvantages of being immortal is that the pain is unbearable. Sometimes you wish you were dead. He walked on and in the distance, he saw a pine tree.

"Strange, "He thought as pine trees were extinct long ago.

Something was off about that tree. It was in the wrong place under the wrong circumstances.

He was able to sense life from the tree and absorbed it to regenerate himself. With his body restored, he created many more pine trees to fuel himself.

From there, he created his own world, cloaked from the rest. A place where the exiled were given a place to stay.

Centuries passed. Many more exiled joined. A mixture of people with different abilities fueled by one motive. A clan different from the others in every way.

They named themselves "The Joker Clan".