A/N

I own nothing. Except the character. This was going to be it's own original thing that was a part of a series I plan to do, but I incidentally made a Gravity Falls AU based on it, and this-along with a few chapters or so-is the result of it.

In a vast white void, life was absent. No sound, no wind, no nothing. Two lone entities called this stark place home, one of which was floating aimlessly in no true direction.

This entity was a red seven pointed star with a lone black eye that held a white iris and pupil. Two thin black stick like legs protruded from the two bottom points, while two similar arms protruded from the points just above them. The entity was watching, contemplating, thinking.

Plotting.

The past, present and future, all with infinite variation and infinite twist, turns and possibilities. Hitler died in prison, George Washington was a terrible general, the English Government was democratic from the start. America was never founded, the tombs of the pharaoh's of Egypt were never discovered, man was the servant to their simian counterparts. So many ways three simple points in time could go. So many ways these ways could be twisted, spun, changed, altered or even erased. So many events these ways lead to, many being foretold in the past as a warning of the future for the present. So many names for these foretelling's: tales, fables, myths, legends, prophecies.

So many worlds for these things to unravel in. So many variations of these worlds, all for more of these prophecies to be foretold. Yet he already knew what they tell, what leads up to them, what happens when they happen, and how they end. Including all variations of these things he knew. He saw what they foretold, knew what they were preceded by, witnessed what they caused, and knew how they were wrapped up in a neat little bow called "The End". He knew and saw all foretelling's and all connected to them. Yet, he wasn't interested in many, just a certain three.

His sister's rise to power, her destruction, and his rise. All hinging on his decision at a certain time, at a certain place, at a certain moment. Yet the endings and precedents to these were hazy, blurry at best. He couldn't see why, how, or who; and this fascinated him. He had to know; but all he knew was that it started after a boy entered a strange community. One that's not as it seemed.

He made it his goal to learn, understand, and triumph over this blurry haze that plagued his all seeing eye, and all knowing mind. He wouldn't stop, wouldn't rest, wouldn't not care, until this mystery was solved. Or his name wasn't Crimson.

Crimson Prophet.

A/N

Hello everyone, it's me once again. Here with a semi-new story. Why is this a semi-story and not a full fledged new story? Because this prompt is not entirely one made for this story specifically. It's an exert from a part of a series I plan to do, and felt that it would fit in with this story. As I said in the 1st A/N: I incidentally I made a Gravity Falls AU based on this, as well as somewhat everything related to what's in my series. If you want to know more of either my series or the AU, please PM me.