Hey guys, so I'm starting a new story and I have to say, it is a huge project.

This saga will be split into many stories according to the universe the protagonist is in.

This story is not called a crossover because each separate story will surround the world she is currently in. But there will be mentions and references of other manga.

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OTHER THAN MY OC'S AND THE PLOT.


Universe One

Tragedy and Recovery

"Will you take this quest to protect all the worlds?"

The man in white stood in front of me as he asked the question. The portal behind him glowed with an unearthly light. A path to another universe.

"You have been trained for this, but now it is for you to decide if you will leave this world behind. Know that if you choose to leave, you may never have the chance to return."

I hesitated and thought of my reasons for following him. I might not come back to the world I was born to, but if I accepted, I would have the chance to protect the world and the people that I loved.

I raised my eyes to his and opened my mouth to answer…


Ten Months Ago


An annoying buzzing sound woke me up from my dream. I opened my eyes and struggled to keep myself from whacking the alarm clock as it kept going. I knew I needed to get up right away, but I decided to lie there for a couple of minutes, letting my brain slowly start running. I turned my head and frowned at the annoying buzzer. It wasn't that it woke me up from a good dream; I was actually relieved that I didn't have to finish it. It's been the same dream for the past two months.

Ever since my parents died.

The dream was always about a group of people arguing about whether someone was ready for something or not. I knew it was a girl since they kept on saying "she" or "her", but I didn't know if it was about me. I mean, they could've been talking about someone else, but it still felt weird.

What am I thinking? It's just a stupid dream.

I sat up and looked at my clock. 4:06 AM. As I turned off the alarm I could hear my foster mom bang on the wall, telling me to be quiet. I was an only child, so when the Child Family Services found me, I was immediately put in a foster home. I stood up and stretched myself out, trying not to fall asleep again in case the dream resumed. I've been waking up earlier every week when I realized that the dream would only follow for as long as I was asleep. Eventually the entire dream managed to fit into my sleep schedule, which meant I shortened the time for it again.

I left my room and headed down the hall to the bathroom, which was quite large compared to the bathroom at my old house, and started my daily early morning routine of a shower then hot bath until breakfast. As usual, I ignored the note for me saying I should stop using up all the hot water and started the shower. Since my parents died, I haven't cared much for anything. Not for school, not for what was left of my friends, not for my foster parents, not anything. I pretty much just closed my heart to everything and started living on a whim.

Sitting in the bathtub, I remembered the dog I fed on the way home from school the day before, and the cat that followed me around when I was walking in the park, and the birds that fed out of my hands when I called them. I'm not really sure why, but I knew I had some sort of connection with animals, any kind of animal. They are pretty much the only things I pay any mind to, besides the weird dream and the manga I read.

Yeah, you could say I'm crazy about manga. But I don't do much besides reading them. Oddly enough, I'm getting interested in more manga than before. Even the ones I told myself I wouldn't read. Like some of the more gory ones I never really looked at, Deadman Wonderland, Hellsing, Cerberus and other various manga.

I just couldn't seem to focus on anything else. It's not an obsession I wanted to have, but it's as if I was studying for a big test, like I needed to know as much as I could about all of them.

I looked over at the clock hanging by the mirror. Because I spent a long time in the bathroom, my foster dad put a clock in here so that I wouldn't hog it all day. But I had school so I got out and wrapped myself in a towel. After draining the tub I went back to my room and got changed. I looked myself over in the mirror. The faded jeans and Evanescence T-shirt I was wearing clarified how much I lost interest in dressing up. My brown hair was halfway down my back and was still damp from my bath, my eyes were a dull brown and my skin was pale from my withdrawal from the sun and society. My body shape was average and proportional with some curves, but I still noticed the thin layer of muscle that my body somehow managed to hold onto. I stopped dancing two months ago, so to me it was a miracle that I was still fit. I stopped looking at myself and walked towards the window. The rising sun lit my room with a light blue glow as I opened the curtains. I stood there for a while, letting the sun's warmth wash over me, before I turned around and grabbed my bag. Shoving my homework and manga into it, my foster mom came into the room.

"How early did you wake up this time?" She asked, leaning against the doorway. I glanced up at her before answering.

"Same as yesterday."

My foster mom sighed. "You know that staying up until twelve and waking up at four isn't healthy at all. You should be sleeping more."

I threw my bag over my shoulder and walked past her to the stairs.

"I know."

Walking to the kitchen, I grabbed a pack of pop-tarts from the cupboard before walking out the door. My school was a half-hour walk away, but I didn't care. I'm always thinking about something, so it doesn't feel that long anyways. Visions of the dream kept floating to the front of my mind. It was being annoyingly persistent today, like it was a ringing alarm telling me that something big was coming. I ignored it and put my headphones on, turning the volume on my iPod all the way up.

Crossing the street, I was about halfway across when a car came speeding down the street in my direction. I didn't see it until it was on top of me. The brakes were screeching, but it didn't stop fast enough. I couldn't move, it wasn't that I was too scared to, I really was trying. I could feel myself rocking forward to the sidewalk, but my feet were glued to the ground and I couldn't look away from the car. It only bumped me enough to send me off flying about a couple meters away. As soon as I made contact to the ground, my vision went black as I lost consciousness.


Vague images of people in white, gathered in a large hall. Translucent orbs were floating all over the place, the largest of which was in the center of the room. There were lots of conversations but I could only make out a few of them.

"Is she ready yet, the shadows are advancing as we speak."

"We must send her out now, else there will be no more time left!"

"She is young, but she will be powerful. Training her now is of the utmost importance."

"SILENCE!"

The entire hall went quiet. One of the older men stood up and spoke to the rest of the hall. It felt to me like he was the most respected figure there.

"The young lady is not ready yet, but that does not mean we cannot begin her training now."

"How can she be trained if she has not fulfilled the requirements?"

One of the younger people stood up to speak. My vision of them was fuzzy, but they seemed to have oddly bright blonde hair. Or was it pink? I couldn't really tell.

"How can we waste time training her if she does not even know who she truly is? She does not know of the power she holds, wouldn't that make her harder to train?"

The older man sat down and held his hands in front of his face, meshing his fingers, and continued to listen to the younger one's ranting.

"We should be spending our time and energy looking for someone more capable, more than one if we can help it. Why should we rely only on this helpless girl who knows nothing? Just look at how many worlds we already lost because we waited." They gestured to the darker set of orbs closer to the edges of the room. "Look at how many stories have been turned off of their path. We are wasting time. If anything, we should at least gather an army to confront this darkness. And yet, why do we still sit here pondering about a measly girl?"

The younger person was panting after their outburst. Everyone else in the hall started whispering to each other, most of them agreeing to the young ones opinion. The older one raised a hand, silencing the hall again.

"What time we have left is willowing away, which is precisely why we must make use of the resources we have in front of us. Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you don't. Even if we could muster up an army, we still don't know what the enemy's motives are or how they are taking these universes we have been protecting for all these years."

He turned towards the young one and spoke to them directly.

"It is true that we have waited for too long, we believed that we could handle this problem on our own. It was our pride that led to the fall of these universes, therefore we must learn to throw that away and ask for help." He turned away from him and faced the rest of the hall.

"The young lady I have set my hopes on has the potential to push back the darkness, in addition to the gift she has already been given by the stars of the creator. She has a pure spirit and a quick mind and has overcome her tragedy. We will begin her training immediately and you,"

He snapped to the youth who flinched under the older ones gaze.

"You will be the one to train her."

The younger ones eyes opened wide at the order, but said nothing. It seemed to me like the old man's word is final. The youth quickly regained their composure and walked briskly out of the hall.

The images in front of me were disappearing as everything faded into darkness.


I heard a blipping noise as I regained consciousness, and groggily opened my eyes to a foreign white ceiling. I immediately realized I wasn't in my room, as it was painted a light blue colour.

I turned my head to the right and found a heart rate monitor beside my bed. Looking around, I found from all the equipment that I was in a hospital room. I glanced down at myself and saw the IV needle stuck in my arm. As I moved my other hand to remove it, pain slammed into my body along with the memories of how I got there in the hospital.

Memories of my dream also entered my mind.

I slowly put my hand down as I thought about the dream I just had. It was very similar to the ones that kept repeating, it was the same place, the same people, and the same floating orbs. But this time it was different.

The door to the room opened slowly, interrupting my thoughts. A female nurse came in and was surprised to see me awake. She was a little taller than me, with blonde hair in a bouncy ponytail and she was wearing the usual blue nurse clothes with white sneakers. Her face was round and she had grey eyes with laugh wrinkles in the corners of them. She sighed in relief.

"Oh good, you're awake. The doctors said that you were in a coma and I came to put on the feeder tube."

I shook my head in disgust, I hated the thing. Another thought crossed my mind and I turned to the nurse.

"Wait, I thought you only give the feeder to people who are unconscious for a long time."

The nurse nodded as she moved to raise the bed and said.

"Yup, you were asleep for two and a half days. Gave your mom quite a scare."

I looked at the nurse right in the face before saying. "My mom is dead."

Her face changed to a confused look before I faced the ceiling and added. "That one is my foster mom."

Surprise crossed her face, followed by sadness.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that." She turned away and started fiddling with some of the equipment.

"Don't be, I've gotten over it and I know my real parents would've been sad if I kept on crying about them gone."

With her back towards me, she stopped what she was doing for a second before continuing.

"So both of them are…"

"Yeah."

I glanced at her and winced when my head started hurting. I winced again when there was an even sharper pain in my left shin.

"Ow."

The nurse quickly turned around and walked right up beside my bed.

"Where does it hurt?" She asked with a calm face while reaching up and grabbing a clipboard hanging on the wall.

"My head, and my leg."

She nodded as she scribbled a few things onto the clipboard.

"Yeah, you got a nasty cut on your leg and you most likely hit your head when you landed on the ground."

She hung the clipboard back up and started walking towards the door.

"I'm going to go for a few minutes and tell the doctor you're awake. Please wait patiently and don't pull the needle out."

She stopped at the doorway and turned to look at me. Just in time to see me looking at her guiltily with my hand around the needle in my arm. I hated having it there and I really wanted to pull it out. But when she didn't leave and kept looking at me, I sighed and removed my hand. Once I did so, the nurse smiled and nodded her head before she walked out and closed the door.


I actually wrote a lot more than this, but it was too long so I had to stop it here. The next chapter will be coming soon.

Please review, it will let me know what you like or didn't like about my story.

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