The deck of cards clattered angrily off the desk as its 12-year old, frustrated owner tossed them over his shoulder violently. Marcus flopped on to the bed in the simple room face-first, too frustrated and annoyed to do anything else, orange hair flying up and rearranging itself back on his head, more disheveled than before. 

Ever since he had realized he had been changed into a Wild God, he had been in a bad mood to say the least. The first thing he had felt that morning was disbelief. There was no way he could go out and fight demons, the scourge of what little land remained in the Universe, with magic powers and potentially getting killed. Sure, he admired them, but that didn't mean he [i[wanted[/i] to be them. The second was anger. He had already fit in to his Third Haven neighborhood and school, he didn't want to be taken away from his friends and late nights of card games and a generally normal life. He had said little since then, simply sulking in the long car ride. Never before had he wished more for a normal life.

However, there was some kind of optimism still left in Marcus. He was looking forward to seeing the extent of his power, and what kind of people he would be working with. It was exciting, but only a little. He slowly stood back up, bending down to pick up the playing cards scattered all over the floor. Still fuming slightly, he listlessly shoved them back into the paper box, dropping the box into a pocket. It would be almost time to go, so he quickly tied his messy, orange hair up in a ponytail, spiking the back up a little bit. A tiny blip of a thought, unwarranted, seemed to fall from nowhere into Marcus' head, forcing him to react the first way he could think of. 

"I'll be ready in a minute!" he yelled out to the caretaker outside, who had only time to make a single knock on the door before the Marcus' voice rang out. As they scurried down the hall, he rubbed his head. That was the first time that happened. He suspected it would be the first of many. He shrugged it off and slipped his hoodie on, leaving the front open to a normal t-shirt. He opened the door again, and seeing the caretaker arriving again, followed them down the modern, carpeted hallway. The sound of voices grew louder, and the hallway opened up to a congregation of newly-Bestowed Wild Gods, people with the same powers as him. It was kind of breathtaking, seeing all these people in one place, but Marcus shook it off. He'd have to wait until some dude named Arven or something talked to them about powers. He moved over to the wall and sat down against it, sighing a little bit. Today was going to be a very weird day. 

"As if it already hasn't been," he muttered to himself.