Prologue

  Somewhere, far away from our home, two ancient, powerful entities made a choice that would save everything or destroy it.

 They had been given the final decision by the others, as it was their worlds that would suffer first if things went wrong-or if nothing was done.

 “You know we cannot risk him escaping.” said one figure.

 “But do you really think your choice will give us the best chance of preventing that?” inquired the other.

 “My choice..I believe it is the right one. Remember, we need one of mine. This one is the best I could find- well, in the area around the rift. To be honest, I have my own doubts about the companion you selected for him. His connections to-”

 “I understand.” A pause, and then, “Very well.”

These beings could be described as godlike, but they were not gods. They were not perfect. The future was not laid out before them and they were not all-knowing. They were wise though, and were quite sure they had made the right choice. I doubt that you would think the same though, considering that the fate of the Ten Worlds was now in the hands of a preteen boy.

A boy named Trace Thompson.