(Quick Authors note: This story was never going to leave the paper I wrote it on, but I was inspired by another author to go ahead and put it here. So here is a special thank you to RebelRocker15. If you have any suggestions for world settings or ideas on how my story should be written, please let me know. I am always open to suggestion. With all of this out of the way, please enjoy the story.)

The lost Chronicles: An Awakening

Prologue

You know, looking back on my life, I can pinpoint the exact moment that my normal life died a horrible and painful death. Maybe it was when I first became an inter-dimensional traveler? No, it was before then. It was a long time before that happy little disaster that I forgot the meaning of normal. Oh, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Daniel. I am a traveler of sorts. But before I became what I describe myself to be, I was a normal teenager on a normal planet in a normal universe. Normal was how I described it then, and since I left, the word normal has been a distant memory. I was 17 during my senior year of high school, and I was harassed by many of the people in my school.

I say harassed, but the reality was probably better than I am willing to admit. Sure there were jerks, but I had a few friends too, and everyone else either didn't care, or were too busy. My studies were simple enough, but I am getting side tracked, and you're probably getting bored. It was lunch time that day, a September Monday, though I have forgotten the date or year. I was walking across the street from the 4th period tennis classes with the rest of my class. Clarisse, a tired looking new girl caught my eye as she crossed. She was slower than the rest of her friends and was shouting after them, not paying attention as she crossed. The light was green when she began to cross, and an oncoming truck blared its horn loudly. The driver slammed on the brakes, but it was too late to stop in time.

I don't know how I had moved so quickly, but rest assured that it was not the girl that was hit by a truck. For my part, all I remember is shoving her out of the way and experiencing this awful, excruciating pain in my back and legs before I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. I remembered the excruciating pain from before, but I felt nothing. At first, I was happy that I was still alive. I tried to sit up, and that happiness quickly changed to fear as I realized something horrible. I couldn't move. I held my panicking mind in check as the doctor walked in. The doctor told me that my spine and neck had broken and many of my ribs had fractured, shredding my lungs in the process. I could not speak or breathe on my own. My family stopped visiting after half a year, and I never saw the driver or the girl again. My new reality was one of silence and stillness.

Nothing of particular interest happens for 7 months or so, and nothing teaches patience quite like being unable to do anything. I desperately wanted to move, to feel the sunshine, to eat real food again, or even to simply sit up. I couldn't do anything, and in a way I was already dead.

Now, by this time I guess the doctors decided I wasn't worth the trouble anymore, or some other reason appeared, because they began discussing the idea of killing me out of mercy. I, not being able or willing to move or protest, watched as they flicked off the machines that were supposed to end my life.

You'd think that dying is painful or scary, but to me it felt like going to sleep. All light seemed to disappear as my reality became surrounded by darkness. I had no body, no mind, I just sort of existed. I knew I was there, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I have no idea how long I stayed like this, but eventually, a voice called out to me.

"Wake up, young one. Your time is only beginning."

I felt a strange sensation in my throat and spine, and even more so in my chest. It felt warm, like that nice feeling you get when you eat a freshly cooked meal on a cold winter day. I opened my eyes, for I did have eyes now, and discovered something amazing.

"My legs…my voice! How is this possible?" I was me again! I had a body, I had a mind, and I could talk!

The voice did not reply, its words echoing in the darkness all around me. Except now it wasn't darkness.

I was in some kind of tunnel. I was floating continuously in one direction with a strange river of rainbow colored glowing energy all around me. I could see a light glowing ahead of me, but behind me seemed to be an endless tunnel.

"I have recovered you from the void for a single purpose."

Again I looked around for the source of the voice, and found nothing other than myself and the tunnel. "Who are you? And, where am I?" I asked, confused.

"You are in a void between dimensions known simply as a dimensional highway, though its true name has been lost to time. As for who I am…" The voice paused, chuckling slightly, "…my name is of no importance. Know that I can only talk to you here, within this void you call a tunnel."

So he can read my thoughts. Well, that's interesting at least.

"So why did you call for me?"

"There is a law of the multiverse, in which all beings that die pass on to the afterlife, yet your soul remained in limbo. It is the belief of many like me that yours is a special soul, meant for greater things than you achieved in your own pitiless and dying dimension."

"Is my dimension truly so doomed?" I asked.

"Indeed, for the people of that world have been corrupted beyond measure by their sins." Was the voices reply.

I had to argue against that. After all, I had known some amazing people in my life. It then occurred to me that arguing with the disembodied voice that had brought me back to life might not be such a good idea. I kept my silence, though it probably knew I didn't agree with it, because it said, "However, no generalization is without an exception." I could agree with that at least.

I pondered what the being had said for a while. I guess the somewhat creepy disembodied voice sensed this and let me do so. I am not dead anymore, some beings that I cannot see want me to work between dimensions, and also there are multiple universes. All good information, which leads me to one single question.

"So where are we going first?" I asked.

"You are traveling to your first dimension. Call it, a tutorial of sorts. This world is the least corrupted of the many we wish for you to save."

"And how do I save these worlds?"

After I asked, a small hand mirror appeared, and i looked into it. My hair was silver and shaggy now, and my eyes had changed color from brown to green.

"Your appearance has been modified slightly, and your body has been optimized for physical strength and stamina. Your task is to find and defeat a being that should not exist. You will know when you see it. Once it is defeated, we can discuss what to do next. Bear in mind that if you die in this world, you will not be able to return to it. Your death will be taken as a failure, and we will continue on to another world."

A light appeared at the end of the tunnel.