Orion

One hundred years ago, a curse was cast. A gentle soul put to sleep in outer space for a century. cursed never to wake, find love, fit in, or return home. He is a hero who was born into a family of villains. Of course, he was sent to Academy Nightmare with the villains. With his nature, he should have been sent to Academy Daydream. He acted like a Hero among the Villains. And don't we all know that acting different gets you noticed by the wrong people? One fateful night, five signatures were scrawled on the bottom of a contract. The signatures of three evil spellcasters and two hateful parents. That led to the curse. He would never wake, nor be loved, nor fit in. And he would never return home. That night, green neon bands circled around his wrists and his ankles. He went completely still. His body slid into a power pose. Legs shoulder-width apart and arms just a little away from his sides. He didn't move a muscle as he floated out of his house and went starward. He didn't even twitch. He flew all the way to space, and he stood like that. For a century. Until you. An Elite Sorcerer/Sorceress of Academy Daydream, you heard a legend of a boy in space, asleep. Believing the legend, you went to find him. Your magic lets you breathe in space. It flew you to hover in front of him. I don't know how, but you use your magic to break his curse. For the first time in a century, his eyes flutter, and the neon bands fall away.