The next chapter should be out in the next day but not every update will be so quick or regular. Expect a varying rate, k? I don't own TT, TDB, or HP. If I did, things in TT and HP would be WAY different. Please R&R. I love you my public! Ps, don't eat Roger Bars; they kill brain cells.

TDB belongs to InTheAsylum. True TDB is comedic and lighthearted entertainment. I have only used it in the sense of the name and the people; they actually do NOT act quite like this. ITA has granted me permission to use it here. Was there only one world after all, which spent it's time dreaming of others? Philip Pullman, The Subtle Knife

Prologue: The Bridge

The Trans-Dimensional Bridge, place between the worlds, was the same as always. Relative calm permeated the atmosphere of the Bridge itself; however, chaos consumed the way-point and ran rampant. It was neither hot nor cold, and time never seemed to pass even though all times surround the niche.

A youth whose long blonde hair was restrained in a ponytail was gazing into one of the many portals. Her brown eyes were glazed over in heartache, for not only did the portals allow her to view the Worlds, but also see every possible future that could play out within. The compassionate being became distraught to the tenth degree.

If only there were a shifting factor...wait. What was that? A possibility, a single possibility...Yes, she would take it. The only issue would be getting the others to agree. She knew that if she could convince one, then swaying the others would be expressly simple.

"Please Skiye. You know I never ask for anything. As your friend, I beg for your hand in this matter. And not that the news is significant, but I baked two pies."

"Well I- wait, did you say pie?"

"Yes, I did indeed."

"What flavor?"

"One is apple, the other cherry. They are nonessential in this equation! Please consider my request."

"Sure."

"Really?"

"Yes, as long as I get some of that pie."

The blonde Bridge supervisor smiled serenely. With their leader, Skiye, in hand, she was sure to succeed. Her smile only deepened as Skiye added, "Of course, I'd still love to have Mari and Alosa's opinion on the matter." Naryu knew Alosa would agree, because he tended to have a sick sense of humor, which meant he would do this for his amusement. Now only Mari's support on the subject was needed. That would be all too easy to gain.