Author's Note: Hello, everyone. I have decided to introduce myself into the exciting world of fanfiction. Let's see how this goes

Disclaimer: Fairly Oddparents belongs to Butch Hartman, the Keyblade, Power Rangers, and all related concepts belong to Disney, The version of Amaterasu I am using belongs to Capcom, and a certain surprise character from Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.

Crossroads of Reality

Track One: Origins and Omens

It's Tuesday night in Dimmsdale, California. February 2nd, 2010 to be exactly. I'm way out of my element here. I'm used to working New York, not the west coast.

Oh, I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. My name is Michael Riddle. I'm a CEO of a weapons manufacturer by day, magic wielding armored warrior anytime else.

Now you may be wondering, what does this have to do with the wacky misadventures of 11-year-old Timmy Turner and his fairy godparents? Not that much, actually.

My story and his intertwined last Memorial Day weekend. He fought a sentient black whole and won the heart of his Chinese crush. But then this big pseudo Austrian jackass made everyone forget about it. Not me. I don't forget that easily.

Another question you might have is "OH NO. IF THIS PAIN IN THE ASS KNOWS TIMMY'S SECRET, HE LOSES COSMO AND WANDA". Da Rules say that happens if a HUMAN knows his secret. I'm saving the secrets of my parentage for a later occasion where I can use it to end a chapter of this story, but I'm not exactly a mere mortal.

I'm here to reawaken Timmy's inner hero and take him on as my apprentice for the trials and tribulations ahead in both our lives. More importantly, I am here to rekindle the flames of love him and Trixie Tang have within their hearts.

Before my origin story happened, I used to watch Fairly Oddparents al the damn time. Oh, you probably sound shocked I broke the 4th wall. Well, I was originally from the same world you're reading this from.

Then a boy named David introduced me to the Chronix heart when I was 14. A very powerful artifact that warped my reality and placed us in a patchwork universe where superheroes and villains existed and our favorite shows, games, and comics were as real as you could imagine.

We had powers. I could bend light into any weapon and use any technique I observed. David had control over space and darkness. But, as a side effect, David's inner evil, a man named Kenio decided to bring together a bunch of supervillains and kick our Asses. We stopped him, but it cost me my left eye and David's life. I revived him of course, but he had to be partially cybernetic to survive.

Now, I'm here because I found out that I was chosen to use the heart because there will be a large war between the forces of light and darkness. I need to bring together all the ones that have been chosen and make them a army. Timmy may not have any apparent powers, but his imagination is one of the strongest I have ever seen. The problem is that Jorgen made him forget his destiny.

This is going to be a lot tougher then I thought

Timmy was asleep; it was 10:00 by my watch. I have a good track of time in that way.

"Mike! Where the hell are you?" screeched my armor built headset. It was David.

"You sound surprised" I snarked as I flew from rooftop to rooftop. "I decided to expand business to California"

" In a middle of nowhere town like Dimmsdale? We both know you care way too much about Timmy Turner. Just let it go, dude"

"NO" I yelled, "Not until I get Timmy and Trixie together"

I heard a deep and frustrated sigh on the other end of the line

"Fine" he groaned "But if this blows up in your face, I'm going to make you apologize"

"Princely respect, huh, Dave"

I forgot to mention. In this new universe, David is the prince of a advanced society of human reptile hybrids called the Dreygans. I'll get back to them later

I materialized a mirror on one rooftop and observed my appearance.

A warrior reflected me. I was still wearing my Solaris Knight armor.

Gold armor over indigo spandex and a red cape. I had not materialized Twilight Edge yet, no need to scare the kid. Yet. Tomorrow, the adventure begins, to borrow a ancient cliché.

END TRACK ONE.