I can't believe I'm writing these journals again.

Literally. I barely remember doing this. After saving everything that ever was and ever will be, I got sent back in time to when it all started so I could live out my life, with my memory being wiped. I guess some Solaran voodoo mixed with more after-life stuff that I never was told about—hiding details, Uncle Press—started to bring back the memories. Which can't be good.

Ok. Let's back it up. So some time ago—either 8 years ago or 3, however you wanna look at it—my Uncle Press interrupted me while I was making out with Courtney Chetwynde, right before a big basketball game. Long story short, he whisked me away to another world known as Denduron, and we travelled across time and space to stop an evil dude named Saint Dane from controlling every thing, every where, and every when in the universe. I wrote journals to my friends Mark Dimond and Courtney so they knew what was going on, and so that I didn't go completely bonkers trying to save the universe. Oddly, writing journals of my adventure was my only needed yoga.

It was an interesting story. I can imagine it being compiled Into a 10-book adventure series.

Anyway, we defeated Saint Dane, and everyone got to live out the lives that was interrupted. This time we owned in the basketball game because I was there. I'm not gonna get into the physics of the universe right now, because that'll take too long, and I'll probably go to the Black before I finish explaining, which would suck. Besides, you'd probably not believe me and just throw this book away, or go insane.

Anyway, unrest in the afterlife was occurring afterwards. I don't understand much of it, so you'll have to wait for Marshall's installments to figure it out. But an evil spirit named Damon tried to break down the barriers between life, death, and hell. He tried to get help from a spirit named Brennus, but Brennus wanted to mess with the next stop in death–completely tip the scale of Solara, which is where our adventures meet. Solara is where all spirits go after they've reached the right qualities. It's a reflection of man, so if you're good enough, you are admitted. With Brennus and his army trying to invade, then if you're BAD you got permitted. Ask Marshall.

Meanwhile, Saint Dane was trying to do the opposite: make mankind bad and negative so that he could control Solara, and the rest of the Universe. To be honest, I still don't really get it. But it almost worked then we stopped him. Marshall defeated Brennus, and Damon went all good guy, so we liked him now. Then we didn't, but that's later on.

So Marshall lives on in his life. We both live in Stony Brook, and he works with Mark at a trophy shop. He's a geek, and still gets the hottest girl in the high school, Sydney Foley. We had no clue how, but later we learned that her brother was his best friend Cooper, who had died over the summer, and all three of them worked together to stop Damon. Defeating evil spirits that want to completely screw up the universe has really been known to bring people together, it seems. It also turns out that after my basketball game, when everything was worked out for me, Press got sent into hell to stop Brennus the first time he tried to take over Solara, and was stuck there until Marshall and his crew finished their quest. I was wondering why my uncle was on a business trip for 3 years, and I never got to see him.

By the way, my name is Bobby Pendragon. I probably should've mentioned that.

I suppose I should mention that I'm also a spirit of Solara.

See—back to my adventure—Saint Dane was a spirit of Solara that went corrupt. He believed that the elite, the best of the best, should thrive, and the rest should be exiled. So 10 other spirits decided to stop him. They took 10 young spirits, and brought them to Halla—which is the entire, well, Multiverse, but I'll explain that later. The older spirits were to nurture and raise the younger spirits, so that they're prepared for the battle. However, the spirit that was gonna raise me—Alexander Naymeer—joined Saint Dane. So instead I was given a family to raise me, and my Uncle Press to my teacher. He was a great uncle: he took me on adventures like scuba diving, rock climbing, etc.. I never realized it was training to save everything.

Oh, and in regards to my family, they knew about everything. I wasn't like Jesus, joining a family, and like Uncle Press was the guardian angel Gabriel. My family were also from Solara, and volunteered to raise me.

So… Halla. Basically, there are 7 worlds that kinda live in different dimensions. They shouldn't be able to interact with each other, but Saint Dane created cavern-things known as "flumes" so that he could easily travel between the worlds. The worlds are known as Veelox, Denduron, Cloral, Quillan, Eelong, Zadaa… and Earth. However, Saint Dane divided Earth into 3 separate territories—First, Second, and Third—each taking place at certain times in history, to create the maximum amount of negative impact in Earth's history. He also created the territory Ibara from the future of the world Veelox. This is all complicated, I bet. I'd recommend actually reading the journals I wrote for Mark and Courtney to get a better idea.

Anyways, one spirit and one teacher (or in my case, spirit, teacher, and family) was placed in each territory so that they could grow up and understand its culture and history and stuff. We were known as the Travelers, also known as the Soldiers of Halla. We fought against Saint Dane in many territories, but lost Veelox and Quillan.

Unfortunately, he was also messing with events involving Mark and Courtney, and tricked Mark into traveling to First Earth—around the year 1937—to introduce a special technology known as forge to accelerate technological improvement significantly, so that an army of robots known as dados (clever move, SD) to work for him across Halla, namely on Quillan, where they worked for the government, and destroyed our one shot of saving the territory. Long story there, I'll try to get to it later. Point is, Saint Dane tried to "converge" the territories so it's easier to take over. He also had Alexander Naymeer start a cult off of his ideals on Second Earth known as Ravinia, which eventually spread across Halla, and we ended up losing pretty much every territory except Eelong, whose flume was destroyed. In the end, we created a flume on Eelong, bring people that were victims of the "Yankee Massacre"—which was Alexander Naymeer sending 70,000 Second Earth opposers of Ravinia all across Halla—and an oppressed indigenous people to a Ravinia stronghold on Third Earth. The people there were all "Y'know, screw Ravinia. These guys should live." The combined positive energy of these people, the Travelers, etc. was enough to deplete Solara of its negative spirit that Saint Dane was tapped to, and he was destroyed. Happy end!

So I complain to Uncle Press that the main reason any second-generation Travelers originally fought was that they wanted their old lives back, so some weird stuff happened, and I wound back to the 30th second of me making out with Courtney that night everything started, and lived out my life as I would have. I never saw Uncle Press after my basketball game, because he had to stop Brennus. I didn't get to see him for years, until Marshall saved the Morpheus Road.

So… now both Marshall's and my adventures seem to be… converging, if you will. But I'll let him explain what happened first. Besides, a quig that kinda looks like Gravedigger is about to attack–