TRI: I'm back!
I know that it's been a while, but for once this had nothing to do with my computer…so that'ssomething. Some of you might get a little pissy that I'm
starting another new story, but I couldn't resist. It might not start out great but it will get that way.
Inner-Demon: Nobody cares you know.
TRI: Some will care! But that's not the point, I will update my other stories, but this particular story could span at least 100 chapters…potentially. My thanks
go to a recurring daydream that's been going strong for 12 years. So sit back and enjoy my newest, biggest and potentially best creation of my career.
P.S. A movie that I will be in may slow this down a bit, but it will still go pretty smoothly.
P.P.S. Don't get bent out of shape just because you only hear one side of the conversation.
Disclaimer: Seriously, is this necessary? If one of us owned any of these series we wouldn't be doing this.
In the year 1993, the child this story follows was born, but it began years before that miracle.
In an undisclosed location
"I know that this is a trap, but it must be done for the sake of reality itself."
"I want to, but I can't afford to be selfish. Besides, I have a plan."
"Listen, I have to go now but don't worry, this won't be our last meeting, I promise."
In the present
Simon Sarceno was walking home after a very exciting day at school, Thearte was fun as always, Psychology was enlightening, Government was slightly
boring, European History was cool, and Economics was an obsession. Plus one of his favorite songs was on at that moment.
But his normal life was blown to hell when he went to check his mail. Later he would wonder why he didn't go back inside the moment he saw the "meteor"
falling towards him. But he didn't go inside; he just ignored it and opened his mailbox. In fact, he didn't even react at all until it landed in his lawn. When he
went to examine it, he saw that it wasn't a meteor at all; it was some kind of spaceship (kind of like the Saiyan spaceships from DBZ). At that moment, a
hatch started opening and out walked two strange men.
One of them was a normal looking man, a little on the short side, but in some weird looking uniform. The other was Simon's height, which at 6'3 was pretty
tall, but unlike the first man he was in a hooded robe so Simon couldn't tell what he looked like. Then the first man started speaking, "Why did I have to
accompany you on this mission? You're perfectly capable of executing the target on your own."
The hooded man started talking then, and the strange part was that he was using a voice scrambler, "Because if you help out on this assignment, then you'll
be promoted. You won't be a grunt anymore. Now be quiet and help me look, he should live pretty close to our location."
"Yeah!...Now what's this guy's name again, I keep forgetting."
"This is why you haven't been promoted, now for the last time his name is Simon Sarceno."
TRI: Now wasn't that an interesting beginning.
Inner-Demon: No.
TRI: Shut it! I know it was kind of short, but the next chapter'll be longer. Now don't forget to review and let me know what you think. Ja ne!