Primarch of Marvel

James was awake, in this boring, plain looking and sparsely furnished room. Bedroom. His bedroom. Well not his. Cyrus bedroom, but clearly it's not that far away for being his own. After all, they are the same person now, kind of. Or maybe Cyrus wasn't anyone until he became aware of the reality, just memories to fill the place, like an undercover identity, a fake passport of sorts, and in any way that didn't matter anymore. James was dead, well not dead, just erased, forgotten, his life isn't here anymore, even if his soul, mind, spirit was here now, in a foreign body. Figuratively and literally, while not that striking because of his fair skin and rather handsome face, he looked like middle east but European, but nothing like his past self. Not that he would complain, he wasn't bad looking in his life, but this was way above, as long as puberty doesn't bully him to much. Acne was a weapon of the devil after all, and nowadays you may look like Brad Pitt however as long as you are considered short,well your dating life is ruined it, not as much as they joke about it as though.

Back to what matters, this orphanage bedroom was boring, but nice for an institution sustained by charity alone, most of it by nearby New York CEO's and other upper class citizens, motivated by press or guilt mainly, bit it was more than enough to maintain it. The local school even gave a vacancy for the best student, which Cyrus obtained. Midtown High, and as soon as he remembered that name, he knew that life probably will be over dangerous, spectacular and incredibly bizarre some times. His mind entered into an anxiety induced comatose estate before it softly went away as fast as it came, a warm feeling coursing throughout his whole body.

He finally decided to stop thinking about life and matters outside his reach of influence. And so, he got up, dressed himself and made his bed, then got to the bathroom, cleaned his face and brushed his teeth, and ultimately went to the dining hall to have breakfast.

Thankfully, while intelligent, capable and independent, Cyrus was reserved, and wasn't one to start conversations, so he could evade silly talk with too young to be funny teenagers (even if in his past life was 18) without looking too out of place, he was way more mature in personality and temperament, so it would be pretty awkward and annoying.

He finished quickly, put the plate in the kitchen and went to catch the bus. While looking trough the window at the weirdly, disgusting, and pretty city, his mind went adrift, blackness, red, violet, thunder, clouds, while screams of all kind of tortured and in pleasure beings reverberated in his head growing more and more loud until... it stopped, as the most illuminating, powerful light cleared everything in his sight, followed by the apparition of a man made in fire, with the most empowered, awe inspiring voice who said:
"Rejoice child, this time, work your gifts, as they are the bane of the enemies of humankind"

And then he open his mind and eyes, and became fully aware of himself and the world.