Marvel : First Thinker

Rider

[Earth : 49.879 BC]

12:49 P.M.

POV : Third

In what would become Canada, a cold, snowy climate covered the entire region, and extreme cold forced the tribes to hide in caves.

These tribes, which were far away from the Immortal Empire, were still at the most primitive stage and did not even have a specific language, communicating with sounds and grunts.

However, something different happened in one of these cave tribes: a ten-year-old boy hid himself from all his fellow tribesmen. The reason was very simple - he was different from them, his mind was endowed with intelligence and the ability to speak, but members of his tribe considered it bad or dangerous.

Fear of others forced the young man to hide his abilities. He never uttered a word in the presence of his associates. But one stormy night something entered the cave, it was a huge man with long hair and a white beard, dressed in a large bearskin.

He entered and, to the surprise of the young man, showed the ability to speak.

"You, bow down" said the man, smiling, showing his yellow fangs. And soon after that, the massacre began, the members of the boy's tribe, seeing that a stranger had entered their territory, attacked. The man easily dealt with them, using a blade made from the bone of some animal, and cut everyone who approached.

After this massacre, which the young man witnessed, the man became the new leader. The survivors grumbled, but the young man knew deep down that this could lead to the death of his tribe.

Months passed, the tribe was ruled by a man standing in front of a fire with a young man by his side. Both of them were silent while the storm frightened the others, the more primitive ones.

"You are different from them, I do not see fear in your eyes, they have a reflection of the mind." The man said, stirring the fire with a stick. The boy tensed and looked fearfully at the other members of the tribe.

“You don’t have to be afraid of them, I will protect you, you can speak. He said soothingly, and the boy, plucking up his courage, decided to try to imitate the sounds the man was making.

"What are these sounds?" The boy asked, stammering between words. The man smiled and explained that it was a skill that few people had and that they were special.

“We have been blessed, and therefore we must take our place in this world by conquering it and becoming its masters." he said with a gleam in his eyes, telling the boy about his aspirations.

“But... what about them?” the boy asked, pointing to his less intelligent compatriots.

"They will play an important role in this. They will help us reach our full potential, this is the normal cycle of things." He said it without any emotion.

The boy found the tone of the man's voice strange. Soon the mysterious man stood up, and to the shock of the boy, something unreal happened. The shadow of a man on the wall changed, the sounds of cracking bones were heard, and what was the shadow of a man became the figure of a beast.

And suddenly blood and screams filled the cave, and the boy watched in horror as his tribe was destroyed by a beast with white fur dyed red. Enraged, taking the mysterious man's bone sword, he attacked the beast, but was knocked back with a snap.

“You're a special boy, one of the few I didn't kill. You don't have a name, so I'll give you one, your name will be Ghost Rider! “And after that he withdrew, leaving one survivor, one Ghost Rider.

After a while, the boy stood up and cried when he saw the body of the one he considered his mother. After sadness came anger, which burned him deeply, he squeezed her hands so hard that blood flowed from his hands.

Then he took the large cloak and the bone sword that the man had left behind and went into the storm in search of his enemy. For several days the young Ghost Rider walked like a child, but soon the strength left his legs and he fell, but the flame of vengeance burning in his heart made him crawl forward.

He almost lost consciousness, but then something appeared, a snake crawled out of the ground, so white that it seemed that it was made of snow. It grew in size, embracing the boy.

"Little Ghost!" the snake said ominously, wrapping its huge body around the young man.

“How... how do you know my name?” the young man asked.

“It doesn't matter, the important thing is that you have this beautiful flame in you. Deep down you want revenge, but you lack the strength to carry it out. Do you want power, Ghost Rider? Say my name if you answer" said the snake, putting its face in front of the boy. Looking into each other's eyes, the boy did not hesitate.

“Mephisto...” And on that day, the boy felt cold for the last time. His skin seemed to melt and burning flames erupted from his body, his human face turned into a flaming skull.

"ARRRGH!!!" he screamed, and then lost consciousness. After some time, while the snow was melting, an approaching little mammoth found the boy's body and, touching his head, the flame engulfed him.

“Good luck on your journey my rider, I hope you can put on a good show for me hahaha!!!" The ominous roar of the serpent resounded beyond the ear of any mortal or god of these lands.

Soon the legend of the Rider on the Mammoth appeared. The boy, now a man, found himself in the presence of two unusual figures.

"Are you sure he's the best match for the Phoenix Lady ? I think the animal has more muscles and will be more useful." said the man who introduced himself as Odin. Next to him is the princess, the daughter of the Immortal King or Lady Phoenix, who was now also a grown-up and very beautiful woman.

“Yes, I'm sure Odin, your skills will be useful. Now back to the topic: what do you think of our Ghost Rider's proposal?

Lady Phoenix asked the grown-up Ghost Rider, who was sitting on his Mammoth with a bone sword, with a smile. His face still resembled a flaming skull, and his body became more developed and toned. .

"I have one condition." he said in his hoarse voice.

"Well, tell me. If possible, I will do my best to help you." Lady Phoenix replied, still smiling.

"I need help finding the man in white." He said. His voice took on a tinge of hatred as he remembered his enemy, whom he had been looking for for years and recognized his name.

"His name is Wendigo! If you help me find this man, then I'll be in your freak group".

"Well, then we agreed." said Odin, sipping his beer from a horn and laughing at Lady Phoenix, who sighed at the attitude of this supposed god.