Christopher (DIMENSION: ZERO - LOCATION: REALM CITY, EQCAUSEAR):
Standing on the edge of a crumbling tower, I looked down at the sea of Darkblades scaling the building. Midnight Metal scraped against each other as I moved, the armor glittering in the black sun's anti-light as I felt the heat radiating off the sword and shield warm my flesh in this multiverse full of nothing but the cold darkness. Stepping off the edge, I felt my blood surge with power, my bones vibrating as I dive-bombed into the ocean of evil. I closed my eyes and thought about how ten years ago, I was dragged into the Realm Wars, losing so much for the sake of reality.
Eleven years ago:
The streets of Realm City were lined with its citizens as people mourned the loss of their queen. Due to the government being in a state of anarchy, riots were breaking out across the multiverse as people took advantage of the chaos, with only Realm City still standing peacefully since the bulk of its army was located there to make sure everything stayed orderly. A family sat in their home, the mother cradling her son in her arms and the father watching the news intently as he comforted his family.
An albino man, presumably the host, was sitting behind a table. He was dressed in a blue tuxedo and had large bags under his ocean-blue eyes. His short purple hair was unruly, as though he hadn't slept in days. Once comfortable, he started to address the people of the multiverse, or at least those who knew that it existed.
"As almost all of you may know, this morning it was confirmed that our beloved queen of the United Realm Empire, Francine Dragonheart, was confirmed dead, having been successfully assassinated by the individuals known as fifteen-year-olds, Aadil Karim and Alisha Patel, who are still at large. They were previously wanted for the murders of multiple government officials, and at this time, it is unknown whether they received any aid from any others." He took a break for about thirty seconds to let the audience digest the information that they had just received.
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"All we do know now is that the empire will be vulnerable, as our king recovers from his loss and other officials scramble to get things back in order, and with the recent attacks from a group only known as the Darkstar Empire increasing, the future of the URE is uncertain, so for now, all we can do is to advise you all to hold your loved ones close."
As Aadil and Alisha watched the inter-dimensional broadcast from their shelter in the newest reality that they were hiding in, Alisha pulled out a device that allowed them to track Frenzil, As Aadil and Alisha watched the inter-dimensional broadcast from their shelter in the newest reality that they were hiding in, Alisha pulled out a device that allowed them to track Frenzil, a general of the Darkstar Empire. Their only hope was that if they caught and arrested her, it would get them a chance at a trial, allowing them the opportunity to a fair trial so that they could clear their names.
In the Shadow Agents' main headquarters, Michael stood with Provisonius, Samron, and the three Damage Control members, watching the news as their entire world came crumbling down once they realized that everything was going to change now.
Elsewhere, Max slept soundly, while his brother, Christopher, sat upright in his bed as his adoptive parents yelled downstairs in their drunken stupor, mutually abusing each other. Glass shattered against the wall, once again causing the neighbor to yell that they were calling child protective services and the police. Christopher knew that wouldn't work, as it never did the previous four times, in fact, it only seemed to make things worse.
He shed tears, thinking about his life with his brother, wondering if their foster parents would finally put them out of their misery that night by suffocating them in their sleep. Finally closing his eyes, he fell asleep, not knowing what awaited him in the near future and unaware that the multiverse existed, therefore ignorant of its problems and preoccupied with his own.