//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: Worlds Collide // by ponybrony //------------------------------// It wasn’t supposed to be this way. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Why did it happen? It was all so sudden... I need another chance. I had things to do. Places to see. But... I can’t. It’s all over. There are no second chances. Not in life. So... What happens now? Do I ascend to Heaven? Do I descend to Hell? Somebody... Anybody... Please... Tell me. TELL ME! TELL ME, GOD DAMN IT! TELL ME! Tell me... Please. My life is over. Not yet. Huh? Who’s there? Why can’t I see you? Why can’t I- Hush, child. All will be explained in due time. For now, just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. What? What show? What do you mea- It was at this point that I noticed a few flickering lights off in the distance. Some red, some blue, and even some yellow was mixed in. But, with every passing second, they were getting closer. I was soon enveloped in a seizure-triggering wave of colors that would make Pablo Picasso proud (try saying that five times fast). Eventually, from the hypnotic colors of the rainbow, I fell asleep. I was thinking about Skittles. ______________________________________________________________________________ Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re probably thinking about who I am, what this past scene was all about, and how I got here. So now I think it is time I properly introduce myself. My name is Zeke McCabe. I was born on a hot, sunny day during the middle of January. The forecast had predicted a snowstorm, but that day didn’t seem to be the case. Anyways, I grew up in the rural town of Gladstone, Michigan. I had a perfectly normal life. Up until the disease came. In the middle of November 2007, I was diagnosed with malaria. The problem with this is that I had never gone to a warm climate ever. My family never takes vacations, so I was stuck in Gladstone. This baffled scientists for a while, but they eventually gave up on the case. So, this left me and my heart-broken family, wondering what the hell happened. My mom didn’t give up the fight though. She fought for me and everything that I stood for. But, the doctors had given up on me. They said that it was over. That I had no chance. They gave me one month to live. Boy, I proved them wrong. I fought the disease. Fought with everything I had. One year passed. I was still alive. I was homeschooled now, due to the disease. Another year passed. Still alive, still going. Another year. Then, another. The doctors were impressed. They said that this had never been done before. If I was able to go another year, they said that I would break the world record. Sadly, that I wasn’t meant to be the case. I woke up on the morning of April 6, 2013. I got out of bed, put on some clothes, and walked out of the room. Then, I fell over and died. What I felt at that moment, well, it can’t really be explained. But, to put it into a visual scenario, it felt like flying. I flew out of my body. I saw it and realized that I was dead. I saw my mother rush to my body, and she screamed at me to wake up. She screamed at my little sister to call 911. During this my dad rushed at my mother, and told her that everything was going to be alright. If they only knew. But, this isn’t the story of how I died. This is the story of how I saved the world. Well, two worlds to be more exact. You’re still probably wondering how I didn’t die, and how I saved the world- no, two worlds from certain destruction. Hush, child. All will be explained in due time. For now, just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.