Introduction
You have probably read this before dear reader, it has happened before, hundreds and hundreds of times. Like some sort of infinite spiral outwards that keeps branching off into different possibilities with each and every little change from the universe before it.
You see it all starts with this little fact, time travel is impossible. There aren't many hard facts of reality but that is one of them. Don't let ancient dragon gods tell you any differently. You can't travel through time, you can only venture into another alternate time line, or universe, or well... something. The point is this, you can't travel through time. There are several reasons why time travel is impossible; the amount of energy it would take, the fact that you are on a planet spinning rapidly through space and traveling back even one second in time would put you somewhere past the moons orbit, or perhaps the fact that if you change one thing in the past the future would change, making anything after that different, and there for separate from your point of origin. There really are lots of reasons why time travel is impossible, those are just the few I came up with at the top of my head.
Anyway, when you start messing around with time or traveling dimensions in order to do whatever it is that you traveled back in time to do, well, even with the intervention of gods, things tend to stop ending up in neat or somewhat ordered little boxes, things tend to get a little... weird. Basically it comes to this, when you create or really rip your way into the past or alternate universe, you create the possibility for every sort of alternate to happen.
The one that I am going to tell you about isn't the weirdest one, nor is it the one of the more normal alternates. It is one of the middle worlds before everything just starts to go to hell and the story starts becoming unrecognizable. Maybe one day I will tell you about one of the weird universes, not today though.
Like I said before, this one is almost like the usual story, tactical-genius avatar of Grima found in a field by the prince of the kingdom of Ylisse with his sister and blah, Blah, BLAH. I am sure we are all familiar with that little scene, just bear with it one more time. The story doesn't truly start until later, but you can't just start in the middle, not if you want anything to make much sense anyway.
Constructive criticism is always welcome, I haven't written anything in a while so I am happy to take any advice or anything you have to give. Sorry about the length, chapters after will be much longer