Dimensional Warrior
Chapter 6
Harry stood in the middle of space, streamers of green energy beneath his feet trailing in all directions. Images flashed within the streamers, clips of different worlds flickered in and out of existence.
A bright green light shone a few feet away, taking the form of a curvaceous woman. Green energy danced like fire down her back, and luminescent white eyes stared at Harry, "What do you think?"
Harry looked around him, "Where are we?"
"We are in the Sage force. The streams you see before you flow into every reality in both the multi-verses."
"So, what happens to me now?"
"Though your energies were used to create it, I am its guardian, you may live your life, but know that you are forever connected to this place. Your body has been remade…"
Harry tensed, "What do you mean by that?"
"The energy released during the creation of the Sage force broke down your body, and we forged it in yet unknown ways."
Unconsciously, Harry slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
Looking down, he found himself barefoot wearing jeans, and a red T-shirt.
How had he been changed, what were his limits now? What was he going to do?
Well, that last one was easily answered, he was going to stop what happened in his world from happening in this one.
Shaking his head, Harry took a step forward offering his hand to the Phoenix, "well, Phoenix…"
She cut him off, "Call me Sage, my time as the Phoenix or the Phoenix heart is done."
"Well, Sage, I guess this is where we part ways."
"For now, yes," she grasped his hand, "but I will be watching."
Sea green energy flared out from their joined hands.
–XX –
Sea Green energy flashed into Harry's eyes as he fell onto something soft. His eyes snapped open on impact, Psionic blue flames bursting into life in his left hand.
He lay in a large four-poster bed.
A crimson comforter and white sheets were draped over his body.
Curved golden pillars sat at the four corners of his bed, holding goldenrods that supported heavy red curtains.
Throwing back his covers, Harry winced as he stepped on a white marble floor. Closing his hand, the Psionic flames winked out. With a wave of his hand, the heavy red curtain slid back.
He was in a large room. Two small tables made of wood sat on either side of the bed he had just vacated. A few steps away from him a balcony looked out over what he assumed was Asgard.
Moving forward, he stepped out onto the balcony, catching a brief glimpse of a sprawling city made up of stone buildings spread out before him before a cool breeze wrapped around his body, making him realize he was only in a pair of boxer shorts.
He quickly stepped back into his room, wondering how he had lost his clothes, and where exactly they were.
Glancing around the room, he saw a set of golden armor sitting on a stand.
Closing the distance between it, he thought back to what his father said about armor, letting his eyes wander over the golden gloves, the shimmering arm guards, the shin guards, the boots, and the chest plate.
His father had told him about his life as James Howlett and the regenerative healing factor he had as a mortal. Ironically, he had an even more powerful healing factor after being reborn but chose to wear armor, saying if he didn't have to deal with the pain of an injury he could fight longer.
Apparently, there had been a tournament in the afterlife to decide who would be reborn. The final battle came down to Achilles the ancient Greek hero, and his father.
His father won, gaining a chance to return to earth as its new divine guardian James Warkiller. His soul entering a divine body made slight changes, enhancing its already impressive healing factor, increasing his animal empathy, and ridding him of the beast-like rage he carried in the past.
Shaking his head, he flicked his hand, the armor floated off the rack, fitting onto his body like the pieces of a puzzle. Once it was fitted to his body, golden chainmail grew in between the gaps.
Twisting at the waist, he jumped up and down, marveling at how light it was.
The door to the room opened.
Odin strode inside, his spear clutched in his left hand.
His single blue eye locked on Harry, taking in the golden armor now adorning his body.
"Good, you are dressed. Come with me."
–XX –
Ten minutes later found Harry standing in the center of a circular arena.
People packed the stone benches, their excited voices joining together in a cacophony of noise.
Odin stopped in the center of the well-packed dirt that covered the arena floor.
He slammed his spear down, sending thunder echoing through the sky and lightning dancing in its wake.
Instantly the crowd fell silent.
"Today," Odin began, his voice booming, "we witness something interesting. A legacy of Asgard from another dimension fights our crown prince…"
Harry's eyes widened.
He was going to be fighting Thor. How was this fair?
"For his right to be among us," Odin continued oblivious to Harry's inner thoughts.
Odin turned to Harry, "Show me you have the right to be here, show me your strength, your courage, and most of all that you are worthy of the power you wield."
Slamming his spear down, Odin disappeared in a crackle of electricity.
The doors at the far end of the arena slammed open, and Thor strode out. His pale shoulder-length blonde hair fluttered in the wind, muscles bulged from his 6'6" frame, and his light blue eyes danced with excitement.
Leather armor covered his chest, with chainmail covering his arms and legs. Knee-high boots protected his feet, and a red cape billowed behind him.
He clutched his legendary hammer in his right hand.
Stopping three feet away from Harry, a wide smile stretched across his face, "So, little nephew, are you ready for the festivities?"
Flexing his hands, Harry inclined his head.
"That's the spirit."
In a lightning-fast motion, the god of thunder raised his hammer, a bolt of lightning arced from its metalhead.
Leaning to the side, Harry allowed it to breezed past him.
It hit the ground a few feet behind him, sending a small cloud of dust into the air.
Cycling Psionic energy through his body, Harry closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Knowing he would not be able to match Thor and physical strength, he threw his fist forward, an outline of psychic energy trailing his appendage.
Pivoting on his heel, Thor brought his hammer around in a sideways swipe.
Raising his left hand, Harry released a pulse of telekinetic power, launching himself away. He cartwheeled in the air once before hovering in the air.
With a slight twitch of his legs, Thor launched himself into the air. He hovered before Harry, the excited smile on his face holding a bit of pride.
"You fight with grace," his eyes hardened, "but that will only get you so far."
The wind began to pick up around the stadium as the god of thunder raised his hammer.
Dust swirled and the hair of the spectators rose into the air.
In the blink of an eye, a vortex appeared around the stadium, condensing until it surrounded Harry.
Lightning crackled in the grey colored wind.
Thunder shook the ground as dark clouds rolled in.
Bright flashes of lightning lit up the eyes of the spectators.
–XX –
"Why are you doing this?"
Odin glanced over.
Freya, his wife, and Queen closed the distance between them.
A white gown accented in gold hugged her curvaceous muscular frame. A crown held her silver hair on top of her head, and her light blue eyes had a hint of hardness in them.
She moved with grace, her sharp nails reflecting the light as she rested her hands on the railing of the spectator's box.
Turning his gaze back to the fight, he spoke, "I think I've already explained why they are doing this."
"He is our blood!"
"His father was a mortal given the body of a god to fight a race of parasites."
Thunder shook the stadium, and both turned to see a humongous lightning bolt pierced the hurricane Thor had created.
–XX –
Harry glanced up as the lightning closed the distance between them, a small smile curving his lips.
The lightning consumed him, shattering his body into specks of sea-green light.
Thor looked around as the stadium shook, dust rose up from the blackened ground.
Harry phased into existence behind Thor, his hand outstretched, his eyes shining with energy.
Thor began to turn, only to freeze, sea green light shone from his eyes.
–XX –
Thor stood in the middle of the arena, his head slowly moving back and forth.
Stands were now empty, silence hung heavy in the air.
Each movement sent an echo through the quiet.
"Where are you, boy!"
His body tensed as a voice seemed to come from every direction.
"Everywhere."
A pair of luminescent sea-green eyes opened up in the star-filled sky above him.
A mouth split the darkness, showing two rows of straight white teeth.
"Welcome to my world, Thor Odinson."
Thor thrust his hammer into the sky, but nothing happened, his light blue eyes widened.
"This is my world, Thor. You are within my power."
"I am the Prince of Asgard, I am within no one's power."
Thor tried to leap into the air but found himself sinking into the earth.
"We shall see."
Swords began to rain down from the sky.
With practiced skill, Thor knocked many away, but some got through.
He cried out as blades pierced his body, sending spurts of crimson liquid out to paint the earth.
–XX –
Freya chewed on one corner of her bottom lip, her eyes locked on Thor and Harry. Both their eyes were glowing with sea-green energy.
Odin leaned forward, Interesting, he knew he couldn't beat Thor in a physical battle, so he attacked his mind. Not a typical move of a denizen of Asgard, but he is a quarter Greek.
Suddenly, a scream pierced the air.
Everyone watched as Thor thrashed in midair, wounds appearing on his body.
Blood dripped off his muscled body like rain, creating small dots in the dirt BELOW.
–XX –
Thor stood in the center of the arena, his body hunched forward, blades sticking out of him in every direction. A large pool of blood pooled beneath his feet.
Harry marveled at his uncle's fortitude. Even after everything that he'd gone through, he was still standing.
Streamers of wind began to curl around Thor, bringing Harry out of his thoughts.
Small bolts of electricity danced along his body.
Thor's head snapped up, his eyes rolled back into his head, the whites glowing. With a roar, he exploded forward.
The illusionary world shattered.
–XX –
Thor spun in the air, the wounds along his body growing shut. His teeth bared spit rolling from the corner of his mouth. With a roar, he lunged forward, his hammer raised, lightning dancing around its head.
Crossing his arms, Harry braced for the impact, while outlining his body in Psionic energy. Just as the hammer was about to impact his crossed arms, he released the energy in a blast that sent Thor flying backward.
In an instant, he righted himself.
In a blink, he was before Harry, the hammer slamming into his face.
Cartilage crunched and blood flew on the air as Harry rocketed towards the earth.
Impacting the ground, Harry rolled, feeling his nose flow back into place as Thor's knee slammed into the ground where he had been.
Climbing to his feet, Harry shifted forward.
In a blur of motion, he was inside Thor's guard.
With practiced movements, he slammed his fists into Thor's head over and over, rocking his skull backward.
As Thor took a step backward, Harry slipped his foot behind the man's ankle, sending him tumbling to the ground.
Sea green energy swirled around his body as a psionics spear appeared in his hands. In one swift movement, he slammed it into Thor's forehead, using it to funnel his rage away and return him to sanity.
As consciousness came into Thor's eyes, Harry offered him a tired smile, his shoulders slumping, "Can we be done now?"
Thor stared at him for a long moment, before accepting Harry's offered hand, a smile appearing on his face, "Aye, you are worthy to be here in my book little nephew."
For a moment, the stadium was silent, then cheers split the air.
In a crack of thunder, Odin appeared beside them.
"Well, it appears you have passed my test. Your training begins tomorrow."
"Training?" Harry asked he had only come here to learn from the dwarfs.
"Yes," a new voice said.
Freya closed the distance between them, her 5'11" frame radiating strength. "it has been a long time since Loki needed my help with magic, and from what I've seen here, I think you would take to my teachings well.
Harry dropped to one knee, his head bowed, "I would be honored."
A slender but large hand landed on his shoulder, "Rise, unlike some," she shot a glance at Odin, "I do not want my family to bow to me."
Harry slowly rose to his feet, for a long time he had wondered if because of his father's resurrection into their ranks if the Asgardian gods would accept him. In the end, they had, maybe it was time for him to look up his father in his mortal form, maybe it was time for him to speak to James Howlett.
–XX –
A portal of swirling white energy appeared in a void between universes. A silver sphere the size of a moon seemed to pull itself from the vortex, its form stretching until it was completely out. Blue fire shot from four vents equally spaced around the sphere, propelling it through the ever-expanding darkness.
Sitting at the core of this sphere on a throne made of blue metal was a green-skinned man. Silver wires flowed into his well-built frame. His red eyes stared out of the darkness, his blue pupils expanding ever so slightly.
Finally, he had escaped the collapse of his old universe. Brainiac the collector had come, and this universe would be his as was his right as an elder of the universe.