Dimensional Warrior
Chapter 2
Ten-year-old Harry John Warkiller watched his mother pace back and forth in her form-fitting red gown as she taught him the history of their universe.
Her crimson hair was in a high bun at the back of her head, and her emerald eyes had a faraway look to them as she spoke.
"Our world came into being when two cosmic entities from vastly different universes met in a void, a space between dimensions called the bleed. One of these beings was called Galactus," she raised a hand covered in a red elbow-length velvet glove.
A giant humanoid wearing a blue and purple suit appeared standing beside her. He wore a purple rectangular headdress in his eyes seemed to shine with the light of supernovas.
"The other was a being called Darkseid."
Another figure appeared on her other side.
His skin had a rock-like texture, his eyes burned crimson and he wore a skintight blue bodysuit with boots that had a silver ring around the top and matching gloves.
She brought her hands together, making the two constructs fight.
"They battled each wanting the knowledge the other had. This battle resulted in their deaths. The constructs exploded. However, their deaths created something new."
Stars began to wink into existence, followed by planets, and then whole galaxies.
"Born from the energies of these two beings was a universe with elements of their respective multi-verse."
She turned to face where he sat in the center of the room, "That, Harry, is why our world is so important. That is why we fight."
Harry stared at his mother. It was no wonder people here called her the Red Queen. The way she spoke with authority and the ease in which she used her powers. She could be nothing else
his eyes shone with determination, "I understand, mom, I will protect our people."
Jean crossed the circular room, her shadow flitting in and out of the arch-shaped lights that decorated the floor from the windows that wrapped around the room.
She stopped before his desk, caressing his face with a loving smile, "I know you will, son." She glanced at a clock on the back of the room, "On that note, I think it's time for combat training with your father."
–XX –
Moving down the hallway away from where his mother taught him the history of the world, Harry stared at the display cases lining the space. An obscuring fog filled the rectangular boxes, keeping an outsider from seeing what was within.
However, according to the stories his mother told him when he was younger, the original Doctor Fate, Kent Nelson, had been trained by an ancient sorcerer spirit called Nabu. While in New Orleans, his mother helped Kent stop a demon invasion.
After seeing her abilities, Kent offered her the chance to become his apprentice and one day become Doctor fate. Something about the title resonated with his mother. For a while, she wore the helmet, but eventually, Nabu try to dictate her actions, and the two battled.
It ended with her gaining the majority of Nabu's power increasing her magical and Psionic abilities to a far greater level, but also binding her to this universe. According to his mother, she was working on a way to break the binding in case she needed to teleport the remaining humans somewhere safe.
His thoughts turned back to the cases that lined the room.
Most of the artifacts were here to keep them away from the general public. She also told him that the castle was once a tower, but when she took control of the mantle, she transformed it into a castle, combining her everyday life with her duties as Doctor fate, so that she would never have to be away from her family.
He paused beside an empty display case, his hand rising up to rub at his chest.
This display case once contained The Phoenix Heart, an object that contained a creature that had been around since the beginning of time.
According to his mother, when he was born, his Psionic abilities lashed out awakening the Phoenix inside the Phoenix heart. It flew towards him and bonded with his very soul before going back to sleep.
Part of him worried about what would happen the day the Phoenix heart awakened, would he be the same person, would it take over?
Shaking his head, he moved into the courtyard where his father's lessons took place. His gaze swept the space as he took in the tree in the center of the grounds and the stone wall that ringed their home.
After finding out he had something merged with him, he spent days in his mother's library looking up the history of the Phoenix heart. From what he could find, it didn't seem to be an evil entity which was good.
According to the text, the Phoenix heart was once an entity known as the Phoenix, a being of destruction and rebirth throughout existence.
A race called the Malthusian's blue humanoids with white or black hair, golden eyes, and vast cosmic Psionic abilities thought the Phoenix was a threat to the universe. So, all of the Malthusians gathered together and attacked the Phoenix attempting to seal it away in an object known as the Star Heart, the collective magic of the planet, Oa.
They succeeded, creating the Phoenix heart, but the energy of the merger destroyed the Malthusians and planet of Oa, leaving the Phoenix heart to drift until it was found by the previous Doctor Fate, Kent Nelson.
Sometimes Harry wondered what life would be like if the Malthusians hadn't died. Would they help them fight the Daemonite's, or would they be a partner to the invading monsters?
His hand curled into a fist; his father told him the last of the human settlements were coming here. Why? Is there any hope left?
"Are you ready?"
James Warkiller strode towards his son. 6'2" tall with broad shoulders, tan skin, and blue eyes. He was everything the gods made him to be, but day by day, it didn't seem to be enough.
Born from the flesh of Athena Greek goddess of warfare, crafts, and wisdom. The heart of Balder and the of mutant James Howlett.
He was meant to be the earth's final defense. The last gift the gods gave humanity before separating themselves from this realm, but in the end, their last gift came too late.
He often wondered what it would've been like if he would've met Athena. Would she, or Balder accept what had been done with their bodies, or would they try to kill him. Instinctively, he curled his hands.
He missed his bone claws, but at least his soul resonated with body giving him a greater healing factor than he had ever had before.
His life as James Howlett had been filled with strife and battle, before finally being possessed by a Daemonite. His last act of defiance was to use the blade of an old friend to kill himself, this blade had been magically endowed to inflict wounds impossible for his healing power to regenerate.
He shook his head, he shouldn't think of these things, he was born to do a job. He had to make sure his son was strong enough to survive.
He looked at his son, but after his birth, that job became even more important.
Harry drew back from his father's mind, turning to face them, he stared at his father, recognizing the same strong jaw and rounded chin he saw when he looked in the mirror. He had the blood of three gods in his veins, he would do his best to protect this world.
He glanced at the walls while reaching out with his mind.
His eyes glazed over as he was overwhelmed by the feeling of despair that permeated the land outside them. He drew back into himself, still staring at the walls.
He would do what he could, but was there anything left to save out there, or had the Daemonite's already consumed the rest of the earth's populace.
He turned to his father, a translucent blue spear appearing in his hand, "So, dad, what are we doing today?"
James Warkiller raised a black eyebrow, "Don't you already know? You were reading my mind."
A sheepish smile spread across Harry's face as he raised his hand and scratched his cheek with a finger, "Yeah, sorry about that. Sometimes my mind wanders and with it so do my powers."
James stretched forth his right hand.
In a clap of thunder what looked like a golden spear with a diamond blade appeared in his outstretched hand.
As he grasped the spear, energy traveled up his body, changing his clothes into a Roman-style halberd, a bronze chest plate, a leather skirt, and leather sandals with straps that came all the way up to the bottom of his knee.
"That's fine, it just means you have to focus more on your meditation. Always be in control of your abilities Harry, never let them control you."
Harry nodded leveling his spear at his father's chest while sliding one foot forward and putting most of his weight on his back leg.
The wind whipped around him, cooling his bare arms and ruffling the fabric of his white sleeveless shirt. He bent his legs, feeling the fabric of his jeans tighten.
He took a deep breath, opening himself up to the feeling of the grass beneath his bare feet.
"Begin."
–XX –
Charlus and Doria stood in a circular stone room.
Torches lit the space.
They stood before a long rectangular stone table.
Candles sat in a ring around the table with Harry John Warkiller in the center.
At the moment the flames of the candles were extended three feet above the boy, joining together to form a window that allowed them to view his memories.
Charlus lowered his hand the silver glow around his fingers fading.
The flames returned to their candles.
"Why did you start with memories of him so young? He is at least fifteen or sixteen by now."
Charlus dabbed his face with a towel from a nearby table before answering his wife, "I wanted to see how he was raised. As well as what he was like as a child. That way I could get a clear picture if we were dealing with a psycho or not."
Doria raised a dark eyebrow, "If we were dealing with a psycho, he would have killed us. He would not have allowed me to capture him."
Charlus shook his head, "I still don't believe he let you capture him."
"Charlus, you saw what he could do. Do you really think he couldn't escape that sleeping fog?"
"He was fighting with emotion. Besides, what possible reason could he have for allowing himself to be captured?"
Doria clasped her slender fingers behind her back, "Well, while we're getting information about him, he's getting information about us". She turned back to the table, "Isn't that right, Harry?"
Harry John Warkiller sat up, causing Charlus to tense. He looked around the room, taking in the square recesses that made up the circular walls, his emerald eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the torches.
Flicking his fingers, he made the candles around him slide apart. Swinging his body around, he draped his legs off the table, before turning to Doria.
"How long have you known I was awake?"
She tapped her temple with her index finger, "Since I felt you looking around in my mind."
"If you've been awake this whole time," Charlus began, "then why did you let us look through your mind?"
Harry raised his shoulders, "Because I have nothing to hide," he looked them both in the eye, "If my mother is to be believed. Then my universe was unique among the multi-verse. It is now gone, but I am proud of my history."
"What are your plans now that you've arrived on our earth?"
Again, Harry raised his shoulders, "I don't know, I was under the impression my parents were coming with me."
His eyes shimmered a moment before the emotion was locked away behind a mental wall.
Doria looked at Charlus, before looking back at Harry, "Harry, my husband and I need to talk."
Harry looked around him, "That's fine."
– XX –
Doria shut the door to the ritual chamber of Potter Manor.
"Doria," Charlus began, "I know what you're thinking, and no!"
Doria crossed her arms underneath her breasts, unintentionally pushing them up, "He has just lost his family and is in a world he doesn't understand. Besides, you saw the power he wields, he needs someone to guide him."
"What are we going to tell people? He's too old for the blood adoption potion."
"There are other ways to make him part of our family if he agrees."
"That's the question right there, will he agree?"
"There's only one way to find out."
–XX –
Reentering the room, they found Harry floating crossed leg it above the ritual table, his hand outstretched, the flames of the candles curling towards his palm. He cracked one eye open, "Finished?"
Doria stepped forward, "We want to know if you would like to become part of our family."
Harry's floating body rotated to face them, "That is a question, but not the one you really wanted to ask."
Charlus shot Doria a look which she ignored.
The Lady Potter licked her lips, "You come from a universe different from our own, and know magics different from ours. Can you help Charlus and I have an heir?"
"Harry steepled his fingers. "I know of a few ways for you to have an heir," he glanced at Doria. "I suspect one of them is off the table."
Silver energy flared around Charlus's body as he took a step forward.
Harry raised a hand, a small smile spreading across his face, "Relax, it was just a joke." He turned back to Doria, "Six years."
"What?"
"I have your knowledge, but no practical skill in it. Spend the next six years teaching me the magic of this world, and I will do what I can to help the two of you conceive an heir."
Doria opened her mouth, but Charlus stepped forward. "How do we know that you can help us with this issue.
"That's where trust comes in," he stared into Charlus's eyes. "but if you need more. My father was created by magic, we should be able to do something similar," he looked between the two of them, "but I have to warn you, there will be a cost."
Charlus and Doria shared a look, before Doria asked, "What kind of cost?"
"That is for after six years, but I will say it will be dark. For none of us have the power of the gods."
He closed his eyes, "I will give you a chance to think it over."
For the second time, Charlus and Doria left the room.
–XX –
Charlus turned to face his wife the moment the door closed, "Doria, we can't do this."
"Charlus, that boy needs some guidance. Besides," her hand trailed down to her flat stomach, "I want to continue our line, I want to feel life growing inside of me." She looked into his eyes, "He has magic that is literally outside this world. His bloodline has at least three gods in it. What would it hurt to try?"
"What about the price?"
"The most powerful magic has always come with a price," she glanced back at the door, "Besides, even if it doesn't work at least we will have passed on our knowledge to someone instead of it being lost."
Charlus reached towards her, "There are other options."
Doria took a step back, "Yes there are, and those will still be available if this doesn't work."
Charlus stared at his wife. He wanted to give her a son, he wanted to continue his bloodline, but what price would they have to pay. He locked eyes with her, his desire to have a natural child of his own blood winning out, "We can try"
–XX –
Charlus and Doria reentered the room and Harry opened his eyes to look at them.
Grasping Charlus's hand, Doria met his gaze, "We'll do it, but if this is a trick", her eyes burned purple, "there will be consequences."
"Fair enough," he tapped his temples, "but I will know if you're holding back". Floating off the table, Harry stretched his legs before allowing himself to drop to the floor, "Let's get started."