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Prologue
“Kenzo!”
I turned my head only to be faced with a blinding light and Vulcan-level heat. A massive shockwave knocked the life out of my soul together with a glass-shattering-ear-drum-exploding boom. My body was off the ground for a solid 10 seconds before shooting into the cobblestone ground at speed.
Ba-dum. Inhale. Ba-dum. Exhale. Ba-dum. The fucking heat… I can’t see… Ba-dum.
Those were all I could remember before my memory went blank.
“You up yet? Come on. We need to move NOW.”
My eyes were blasted again with a blinding fluorescent light. As it adjusted, I moved my head to the source of the blabbering, and there she fucking was, my arch nemesis, my bitch, Theresa Le.
“Dude, what happened?” I questioned as my head finally remembered to ache.
“You exploded your own bomb on yourself, you idiot. What do you think?”
“Did I?” I continued as I groaned in pain.
“Enough with your nonsense, dummy, we’ve got our final plan.”
I tried to get up, but a sharp, burning pain radiated on my torso.
In the war room, Kyiv slams down a map on the table.
“Valkyries, we’re running low on supplies. Please, make this count. The divinities are attacking the Purrasia Settlement. We have to do this now. Athens Port is the only open port remaining in the region. We’ll be using everything we’ve got left.” She commanded as she pointed to the map.
“Woah, woah wait. I’m still in pain, can we do this later?” I looked up to the black raven who was calculating her next chess move.
“No fucking ‘later’s, okay, you’re a divinity-”
“A man-made one. I’m a fake.”
“Let me finish. It’s either now, or Guinevere, Ruby and Aeolus fucks us all up, and you will NEVER see the light of day again.”
“You’ve been saying that the past few years, Sylver.”
“Guin is at her weak point. If we kill her, the other two are a breeze. Just believe me this time.” Kyiv looked up at me as she spoke. “I have something for you.”
I followed the raven into the equipment room, and the first thing I saw was my glowing-black Divine Core of Spacetime.
“You re-energized it. How?”
“We contacted all of the global organisations to combine their elemental energy.”
“Even Blue Angeles? Our rivals?”
“They’re rivals. Not enemies. We have a common goal. And it’s here.”
I picked up the core as it began to rid me of the pain in my body.
”It’s going to work. We’re going to save Nyx.”
The Odyssey IV fired its jets toward Athens. As we closed in, thousands of other airships and militaries were waiting for us.
“It’s the entire Human force. From the entire world.” Kyiv stared at the windscreen, shocked.
A voice blasts through the telecomm.
“Sylver Kyivsma from the Raven Organization. The world has been waiting for you.”
“Isn’t it supposed to be only us?” Kyiv responds.
“We’re here for support. We will deal with the lesser battles.” Another voice boomed.
“We are going. Now.” A third voice spoke.
“Give us a countdown.” Kyiv said.
“5.”
“4.”
“3.”
“2.”
“1.”
Time seemed to slow down as the entire world’s fleet raced their jets toward Purrasia from Athens.
“Kenzo and Theresa. Out onto the deck. Now.” Kyiv ordered.
Holding hands, Theresa and I braced for the inevitable greatest battle of our lives. I held out my sword as she pulled out her railgun.
The Purkovina Island was in sight. There were plumes of black smoke coming out from Purrasia. A distant explosion sent shockwaves which hit the entire cabin.
“This is going to be the end of an era.” I muttered.
The ships ahead of us had already made contact with the settlement, and began fighting with the divine minions. We took sights of our main target. Guinevere.
“Both of you. When I say go, you go.”
I looked at Theresa.
“Go!”
We both dashed off the moving airship and straight for Guinevere. Theresa fired up her railgun as I began taking a massive swing of my sword, filled to the brim with the world’s elemental energy. Guinevere, who was oblivious, turned to her back and with her instincts, summoned a brand new weapon we have never seen in the history of humanity. Spacetime itself.
- The Story of the Space-Time Reason, authored by Kenzo Siegfried and Theresa Le, 2012
Chapter I
Suboptimal
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! UH-WAAAAA! UH-WAAAAA! BZZZZZZZZZZZ-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP! DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!”
My phone’s alarm shrieked with an unholy mix of high-pitched squeals, grating buzzes, and relentless beeps, each sound more obnoxious than the last. It hammered into my skull at the worst moment of any nightmare, sending me up panting.
Looking over at my pathetic phone which is now a little vibrating noise polluter, I quickly tapped the “close alarm” button and sighed. Today’s the same old day: wake up at 6am, shower, go to college, have breakfast and then go to a lecture about some stupid politics and science and shit. I’m only there for the attendance.
As I left the house and got into the bus, I heard a very faint bang coming from everywhere, no particular direction. I shrugged it off as I was too tired to deal with shit right now. As the bus began to move down the street, the corner of my eye picked up on a glowing thing leaving a massive trail of glowing clouds moving up towards the pitch-black sky. I looked at it straight on, before another massive glowing thing, seemingly like a meteor, lit up the sky directly above us before colliding with the first object and forming a colossal light show, almost like a nuclear-fueled firework.
Moments later, the shockwave hit without warning. No words can explain my sudden deafness and the glass shards ending up in my fur. The blast knocked the wind out of me. I didn’t think of it much since this wasn’t a rare phenomenon, I just hated the fact that I was caught in the blast radius of the explosion this time. And yet, I still had to go to school afterwards. I declined emergency medical services because I really don’t think I needed it. Goddamn this economy.
I reached the Howlton University campus an hour late with shards of glass still plastered into my fur. The atmosphere seemed almost different, almost like the world just avoided a meteorite blast, probably, I thought. As soon as I stepped into the campus, I headed straight to the ladies’ to get all the shit out. Honestly, that explosion ruined my entire day.
I headed to my lecture hall. Same same. I sat at my seat, but then heard an unfamiliar voice. It was the sounds of a young girl talking and giving a lecture instead of some grumpy old T-Rex who I did find slightly entertaining. When he scolds, at least.
Looking closely at the front, I saw a long white fluffy tail, dotted with yellow and grey patches. A Calico? I scooted my head to see more, and lo and behold, it was a gorgeous-looking young Calico cat. She spoke in a familiar German accent that I would attribute to my family’s historic hometown in Münich, Germany, a state in northern Howlton (Some of you Earthlings may confuse it with the Germany in your world, but the Germany we have here is a state, not a country!). She looked really young, almost child-like, which was definitely very strange in a way, but who knows? Maybe child prodigies are simply just this good now. Either way, she did teach topics which I was genuinely interested in, which was an extreme rarity in my time with the university, so I paid attention.
The lecture ended around 2 hours later and while I was walking to a cafe in the campus, my tail was suddenly yoinked backwards by a pair of small grabby hands, and I jumped. Turning around, it was that same little kitty lecturer who apparently knew way more stuff than I do. My heart raced thinking I was getting into trouble for being late.
“Hey you, one second?” She asked in a serious, not-so-childish voice. I gave a nod and we headed to a corridor with very few students. She was still grabbing my tail. (Take note she’s like, 3 to 4 feet tall. She’s tiny.)
She then spoke to me in Austrian-German. “Miss Barker, are you aware of the asteroid today?”
Understanding German, I responded in English. “Yeah, that’s why I was late today.”
“I’m here to pick you up. My name is Theresa,” the cat responded, still speaking German.
“For what? I don’t need a hospital ride,” I looked at her confusingly.
“Your dad needs you.”
My dad?
Upon hearing the mention of my dad, my eyes lit up. I haven’t seen that old man in a long while now that he’s become more involved in this weird company known as Boston Labs, or the Council of Entropy, whichever one he works for.
“Isn’t he at work though? Why does he need me?”
“That’s why he needs you. Come, I need to take you somewhere.”
Still grabbing my tail, Dr. Theresa yoinked at it.
“Okay- okay- ow.”
Suspicion grew within my mind as she took me to the carpark. A pretty unassuming car sat in the middle. We got in and she took off in a hurry.
“Where are we going, exactly?” I asked, in German.
“We’re driving to your dad’s workplace.” Dr. Theresa now responding in English.
“… and where is that?”
“In Eastern Murkatinnya.”
“Eastern WHAT?”
Murkatinnya is a whole ‘nother country bordering Howlton via a mountain range known as the Extrax. The westernmost points of Howlton border Murkatinnya, but they’re fucking thousands of miles away? How the hell does she- woah.
The car enters the autobahn and I immediately felt a lift from the floor of the car, almost like a plane was lifting off. As soon as I see the road below us move further downwards, I panicked.
“ARE WE FIGHTING SPACE?!”
Dr. Theresa giggled. “No, sweetheart. We’re flying to Murkatinnya.”
It suddenly hit my mind. Wait, hold on, flying cars? This is so cool!
I know. I’m weird like that.
Chapter II
Valkyrian Destiny
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