HELLO EVERYBODY, MY NAME IS ThePaperNovelist AND WELCOME TO MY NEWEST FANFICTION PROJECT! As you can see it is a crossover. But it has more then just 2 fandoms in it! IT will actually have more then 20! It's currently my biggest project yet and I hope to complete in within 2-3 years. Mainly because there is going to be sooooo much writing just getting the characters to meet, including a a chapter made just for them all meeting in The White Room (which you will find out more about later!)
Anyways! Currently there is a prologue written (see below chapter) including half of chapter 1, which will be uploaded in parts do to sheer size. So far I have 7 pages written for chapter 1. As more and more chapters are written you will be introduced to more characters and new worlds. As these worlds come into being little bits of information will be given at The Time of Meetings (again, you will have an explanation for this later). So sit back and relax while I spend the next year pumping out this project. In between uploads there will be a "journal" of sorts detailing the progress, this will be uploaded as it's own little side thing. It's gonna be a long one so hold on to your butts!
And yes, this means that my percy jackson/rise of the guardians will be put on hold for the current moment. I had previously lost all of my stuff for it when the old computer kicked the bucket. BUT! I managed to get my stuff back as I found the old usb I used to store it so I could edit it at school. So look for that in a while!
"Vasta, I can't do this alone. There is too much at stake. All I ask is for a little help, any help will do."
A woman stands near a large window shrouded in darkness. Pale moonlight streams in through the window, casting long shadows. A loud sigh echoes through the room before the woman moved to stand before a wooden chest, she kneels down and with a quick tap of her slender fingers the lock pops open. Lifting the lid she spies a shimmering orb seated on a plush pillow. She smiled and picks up the orb, bringing it closer to the moonlight. The orb begins to glow brighter with each step taken. A soft intangible melody fills the silent air, it gains volume as the orb brightens. Suddenly it all cuts off.
The room is silent once more. The women frowns and glances down at the orb. It has grown dark but slight hazy movement within catch her eye. Color slowly comes forth and the picture sharpens.
What she sees within causes a wide and bright smile to break out on her face. Images of heroes doing battle, learning and growing, lives lost and much sorrow, only to be replaced by looks of determination and the will to fight, powers lost and powers gained, groups torn in half only to become one again. Images of the same world but different people, all with the same goal in mind.
To save their world. To defeat any threat. Heal the weak. To be strong but also humble. To be honest and to never take things for granted. To give others a second chance when no one else would. To mend the broken and to bring others from the brink of darkness.
This is what she saw in the orb. And that is where she would find her help, in each universe a select batch of heroes all ripe with potential to right the wrong that had destroyed so much, and would continue till it was all gone. Until everything was gone, and only inky blackness took over. Only then it would stop.
She hadn't realized the Orb was still showing images, although these final images were different from the rest. They showed no battle, no power to speak of, no great task to be completed. Nothing but a girl sitting alone in her room nose deep in a book. The orb flashed and she glanced down at it again, drawing her gaze from the moon above her room. She watched each image play out only to repeat a few more times before she realized what she was watching.
The current image was that of a young girl being bullied, nasty words were thrown her way and she did nothing to stop it. Tears streamed down her face as she cried. The girls taunting her all laughed, though she could not hear it, and left her on the playground alone. The image changed to a slightly older girl wrestling with a darker skinned boy with short black cropped hair. A heavier set blonde boy watches in amusement as they fight, the odd comment thrown in here or there. The image changes again, this time the tone is darker, the girl is sitting silently in her room with a blade to her skin. She digs the blade in over and over again until it bleeds. She removes the blade and sets it down next to her. She does nothing but sit there staring at it as blood flows slowly from the self inflicted wound. The only sign of movement is her sighing, and the image is replaced by her smiling and holding hands with the same black haired boy from earlier. She smiled shyly at him and they kiss. The image changes and she is sitting on someone's else's couch crying. The boy, who is now a teenager, stands over to one side talking. She begins to cry harder and grows frustrated. He seems to be giving her a choice, she becomes angry but accepts the offer. The image changes to her staring down at a drawing, it is rather crude and childish. The word "Smile" is drawn to look like trees, with a beach surrounding it. She grips the paper in anger before tearing it apart. The image changes for one final time, she is looking down at her arm, the same arm she had cut into in an earlier image. There are more scars now, but they are old and faded to white. 9 white scars in a line stand out against her skin, it is a depressing sight to see, but there is nothing she can do. After all it is just an image. The girl pulls her sleeve down and stares down at strange device on her lap. Her fingers hover above what look like letters before the screen goes black and she closes the device. Her hands rest over top of the smooth black cover and her mouth twitches downwards. Her leans her head back and closes her eyes. Suddenly she snaps her eyes open and more a moment their eyes connect. A look of confusion passes over her face before the image grows dark.
The woman stares at the orb in shock. She had felt the girl's eyes on her for the second it was like all the pain she had suffered was sitting in her right breast, where her heart was. Her chest was heavy and her mind was filled with hopelessness, shame, and the underlying tone of desperation. The girl felt she did not belong in her world and it greatly saddened the woman. She now knew that the girl would be important to her quest.
"Who is she?" She whispered to the moon.
"No one….." A small melodic like voice whispered back, it was faint and she almost didn't catch it. She was confused.
"No one, then why show me her, why give me a glimpse into her world, let alone her mind." She felt a pang in her chest at the mention of the girls mind. It was broken, so horribly broken by loneliness. The room was silent but the orb flashed again, in it's place was a sentence written down in small letters.
"She is broken and they are fixers, let them heal her and she will heal all. Do not give up hope yet, for she will aid you in times of trouble. You would be surprised at what one person can do, despite how small they are, despite how broken they are. Let her guide you all to light and banish the darkness in everyone's hearts."
She read the paper over again and smiled. She would bring the girl to her, but first she had to get the attention of those heroes. She needed their help if there was any hope of success. She smiled again and placed the orb back onto its plush pillow. She had work to do, and she knew just where to start. The first world she has seen what would do perfect.
"Earthland..." She let out a quiet laugh and left her bedroom. The moonlight brightened at the name and like a light being turned off, promptly dulled again. The first world had been selected, and its heroes taken into account.
All that was left was to gather them and save the entire multiverse.
Simple right?