I lay on my bed, slowly drifting through sleep.

Ariana. Ariana.

What, who is this?! What do you want!?

I am The Traveller, and I have selected You to take my place, as I am dying. When you wake you will no longer be human, but a Guardian of the Universes, you have rules, laws to follow. Three Laws of the Traveller.

Rule One: Never let someone know what you really are.

Rule Two: Never change the timeline too much.

Rule Three: Never bring someone with you.

You will have the ability of the main character, along with Immortality, only ten times stronger. You will look different in each world.

Your job is to keep the balance.

You are Immortal. There is no way to kill you.

But you said you were dying.

You did not let me finish, there is no way to KILL you, but you will die, after you have lived your Seven Million Years.

S-seven Million YEARS!?

Yes. You do have control over which worlds you go to, but be careful. Now, once you wake you will be in another world, which world would you have that be?

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I um, Diabolic Lovers I quess?

As. You. Wish.

Evil laughter.