★ In the entire universe, there was only one being, one race, that was universally feared among all other races. They were called the Starlords- celestial beings of immense power, having the ability to bend the universe to their will, and create galaxies at the tips of their fingers. Thankfully- only 7 of these immensely powerful beings existed, and all had entered a soul binding pact never to destroy or wrap current existing galaxies.
None of them however, ever counted on them ever having the ability to have children. So when word came that one of them had impregnated someone who had gone to term with the baby, there was some panic rising among the other 6. They wanted to get rid of the child- dispose of him - but none knew which planet he was from exactly. They couldn't risk upsetting any individual planet or nation- so the young Starlord was safe. For a time.
The young Starlord in question, was a young boy named Peter Quill, born to Meredith Quill, a single mom in the middle of the USA. Sadly, his mothers health had been ailing ever since his birth, and had nosedived around the time he'd turned 8 years old. Barely a couple months later and she was gone, having died right in front of her son in the local hospital.
Well- young Peter was completely distraught over her passing. As soon as he was tossed out of her hospital room by his grandfather, he was gone, running outside into the fresh, night air. His knees had barely touched the ground, fists clenched at his sides as he sobbed- before a light beamed down on him, pulling him from the ground to a space ship above. As soon as his eyes opened up once more, he was surrounded by aliens, all leering at him--
The young Starlord thrust his hands forwards towards the aliens, expression panicked, screaming-
"Stay away from me!"
And then a small star exploded into existence between him and them. ★
