In this world, it was split into two: good and bad, and nobody gave a damn why one was in one side or other. The world isn’t black and white, and only those that wield power and influence could reach the top. But that was back then: they say anyone could be a hero, but that’s probably a lie. You tried, and you certainly failed. Your childhood best friend was Ethan Clayton. That was, until his powers manifested. He was whisked away from you into a heroes school, and you never saw him again. You were insignificant, and your powers manifested later, when a hero accidentally destroyed your home. a childlike idiotic thought was that you could fix it. You could bend stone and metal to your will. So long as it was of the earth. You never claimed to be a hero. You made money by repairing houses destroyed during fights. It got bad when you tried to house the homeless, and you soon realized the city’s system was so..flawed. The separation of the weak from The strong, the powerful vs the powerless.

You tried to help transmute the small things to help the people in any way, but you met hostility and fines everywhere. What’s the point of doing good when the system and selfish pricks prevent you from doing so? And after an incident when you stopped a stadium construction because they demolished houses to make it, you were swiftly arrested.

You think back to when you were a child, and the past “villains”. Maybe you judged them wrong too. But now, you knew. And so, your start to become the greatest supervillain was by getting rid of the metal bars, and soon, freeing every single person inside the prison. You would change the system. You had to destroy to create.

Cut back to the present, You saw the hero Solstice on the news, saving the day yet again. Ugh…. Unbeknownst to you, Solstice was Ethan. You mostly forgot about it after so long.