Prologue: Not A Hero
When I discovered that I, Finnegan Hugo Mertens, was about to travel through time, my first thought was how I could fix every mistake I had ever made.
To save those I couldn't, to mend the hearts I broke, to bring justice to those who deserved it.
If I could change my past, I could live the life my younger self had always dreamed of living.
To be a savior.
To be a warrior.
To be a hero.
A hero.
Puff-fut, the only way my name and that word could be anywhere near each other is if a big fat NOT was plastered right smack in the middle.
I'm no hero.
I mean sure, I saved a few people here and there, stopped the world from collapsing onto itself once or twice.
But I'm no hero.
If I was, I would have done what was right. Cause that's what heroes do.
Problem was, I didn't know what was right. Still don't. All I know is that I made the wrong choice that day.
I'm no hero.
However, I know deep down, I can't change what happened. In order to find some shred of redemption, I need to live with my flawed past.
Still, I'm no hero.
If I was, even after my greatest failure, I wouldn't have turned my back on the people I cared for the most.
My friends.
My lover.
My family.
...my brother.
...I'm sorry Jake.
I am so, so sorry.
…
However, that can't stop me. It WON'T stop me. Not this time. Not now.
Not again.
I'm no hero.
But sometimes, you don't need a hero.
Sometimes, you just need someone who can get the job done.
And that, I am.
So with that…
"YAAAAHHHHOOOOO!" I yelled, diving into the multicolored vortex.
