This is turning out to be quite the adventure, isn't it?

It's your story you make it up so you must give yourself a complement.

Are you still talking?

Are you still boring?

Just do the disclaimer already.

Alright, he doesn't own anything except the concept of the story.

CHAPTER TWO: THE WIZARD OF ALTERNATE DIMENSIONS

After what seemed like endless minutes of yelling through the tunnel, Mithos and Kratos emerged in a rather large room that was completely darkened. Only a spotlight shone on them. The Happy Mask Salesman also appeared beside them, still smiling. The tunnel disappeared in a white flash.

"Why do you constantly drag us into situations such as this?" asked Kratos to Mithos who was twiddling his thumbs.

"I didn't think he would actually do it," replied Mithos. "I just thought the whole mask-has-powers-beyond-our-measure thing was just a lie. Is this my future?"

"Obviously not," said the Salesman. "We're in another reality…or dimension, I forget. Anyway, we're here to see if you seeing your future is alright with the person in charge of this place."

Suddenly, the room quickly brightened up and revealed that they were in a room with swirling colors. Even the ground was swirling in color.

"This is quite the room," said Kratos.

"Who dares defile this sacred ground with impurity?" boomed a voice.

"Who said that?" asked Mithos.

"That would be the Wizard of Alternate Dimensions," replied the Salesman. "Just get out here already!" he called out through the room.

Immediately, an old man wearing a wizard's robe came out of nowhere. "So…it's you. Well if you're here to trick me again, it won't work."

"Trick?" asked Kratos.

The Salesman gave a sheepish laugh. "There's a funny story about how I acquired the mask your friend was holding. I accidentally stumbled on this reality and met this old man. He said if I was able to stump him on a riddle, then he would give me something that would allow me to cross dimensions. If I didn't, I would be trapped here forever."

"He cheated," the old man mumbled. "It was a stupid riddle."

"What was the riddle," asked Mithos.

"Not important, kid."

"Who are you?" asked Kratos.

"Normandy Fernandez William bo-bana banana-bana bo-banna fe fi bo-banna the third."

"Why don't we just call you Norm?" asked Mithos.

"Good enough."

"I need permission to show this boy's future," replied the Salesman.

"Why do we need his permission?" asked Mithos. "Why don't we just do it?"

"Because the universe is built on rules, kid," replied the Norm. "If you were to travel through time and alter it, then you would have a different future. Imagine someone travelling through time to undo something that would benefit many and disadvantage others. See how bad that would be? That is the reason why this place exists: So that the rules of space and time could be monitored. If there is something that is endangering a key person or persons, then we undo that."

"Do you have any power over the Eternal Sword?" asked Kratos. Norm gave him an eye.

"We even monitor origin's actions. If he can't stop something like…I dunno…splitting the world in two, then we try to urge him not to do it. We can't stop a summon spirit like him, just try to change his view."

"Who would split the world in two?" asked Mithos.

"You'd be surprised. Enough of this Q&A, Salesman, you know the rules."

"What are the rules?"

"We try to stump him," replied the Salesman. "Giving him a riddle not even he can solve."

"That's a piece of cake. Alright, I'll give it a try."

"Mithos, are you sure you can do it?" asked Kratos.

"Don't worry, I can and I will," replied Mithos.

Mithos walked up to Norm who was standing rather indignantly.

"No way can you stump me kid," said Norm.

"We'll see about that." Mithos and Norm's eyes locked. Mithos asked, "What more powerful than the most Supreme Being in the world, lower than the most evil demon in the world? The rich have it, the poor have it and if you eat it, you'll die. What am I?"

Norm gave this a lot of thought. Then, he came up with a series of answers. "Is it peace?"

"No," replied Mithos.

"Love?"

"No."

"Ignorance?"

"No."

"Rat poison?"

"No."

"Fish?"

"No."

"A bird?"

"No."

Norm continued with his list until he was left exhausted. "I give up kid, what is it?"

"Nothing," replied Mithos.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing because there is nothing more powerful than the most Supreme Being in the world or lower than the most evil demon in the world; the rich have nothing because although they possess wealth, they forgot their values so what they possess is nothing; the poor have no wealth and if you eat nothing you will die."

Kratos and the Salesman were stunned.

"Whoa," the Salesman said, "he's good."

"No kidding," replied Kratos. "Good work, Mithos."

"Not bad, am I," said Mithos smiling, giving them both the peace sign, "I told you so."

"Dammit!" yelled Norm. "That was my last guess!"

"Too bad, you lose," said the Salesman. "Now, give us permission to see this boy's future."

"………"

"Norm?"

"Alright, alright. By the power invested in me, yadda, yadda, yadda, I give you permission to see young Mithos' future."

"Yes!" exclaimed Mithos.

"On the condition that if he chooses to interact with the people of the future, he must change his appearance, avoiding revealing who he is."

"What, I can't do that!" yelled Mithos.

Kratos gave a chuckle.

"That goes double for purple boy over there!"

"Damn…"

"Why do we have to change our appearance?" asked Mithos.

"Just think of it this way," said Norm, "You'll thank me later."

A blinding flash transported all three of them to a field.

"That was fun," said Mithos. "Now where do we go from here?"

"We'll start of by seeing events that will happen in the near future," replied the Salesman. "Although you will not like what you see."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Kratos.

Suddenly, there was a sword clash coming from a nearby road.

"Someone's in trouble!" exclaimed Mithos. "Let's go, Kratos!" He tried grabbing his sword, but it wasn't there.

"Uh, Mithos," said Kratos. "Do you feel…different?"

Mithos looked at himself. He was wearing a dress.

Well now, this doesn't look good doesn't it?

You never make it look good.

Point taken. Anyway, please R&R and no flames.