1. Fateful Meeting

A young boy walked through the American Midwest, strolling along more or less at random. He had dirty blonde hair, pale skin, and green eyes...or were they purple? It seemed as though his eyes couldn't make up their minds about what color they were supposed to be, shifting at random between green and purple. He was dressed in a white polo tee, tan slacks, and black sandals.

Glancing up, he saw a sign telling him where he was. He ignored the name, as it wouldn't tell him anything useful. It was the ancient names for places that helped him find his way. The ancients called this place the borderlands, where this world intersected with another, and the boundary between was very thin. Beings from both sides had a tendency to slip through, leaving a very interesting history in this place.

There was one thing of interest on the sign. "A nice place to live," he read curiously, and chuckled. "Public relations at its finest, I'm sure." He walked along the road into the city he had found.

He ignored most of his surroundings, glancing casually only at a few things. His skin prickled several times, but that was to be expected. There was quite a bit of the supernatural in this place, and he was sensetive to such things.

Having seen everything of interest, he turned to leave. On his way out of the city, he turned a corner and walked full tilt into another person. "Oomph!" He staggered backward, then caught the girl as she fell.

She looked to be about his age, with black hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a blue sweatshirt, brown slacks, white shoes and a red beanie. She looked terrified of something. "I'm sorry," she said, as she moved to run again.

"Hey, hold up! Are you okay?" He didn't know what was wrong, but his parents had raised him to care about others and to help where he could. Suddenly he felt another prickling of his skin, this one far more malevolent, and a blue wisp escaped the girls mouth.

"Oh no," she whispered, turning to look over her shoulder. Two entities - looking like vultures glowing green - swooped in their general direction. She shivered at the sight of them.

THe boy looked up at them. It was clear they were hunting the girl, and they felt malevolent. He decided to take action. He raised his fist, pointing it at the creatures. "Azarath..." Black energy flowed out of his body to gather at his fist. "Metrion..." The energy coallesced around his hand, taking shape. "Zinthos!" Twin bolts of black lightning launched from his hand.

The bolts pierced the creatures right through their chests, and they screamed as the spell took hold, banishing them back to their own realm in a very painful manner.

The girl stared in shock. "How did you do that?"

He grinned at her. "Magic. Why were they hunting you?"

She shuddered. "Let's just say...that I have some Daddy issues and leave it at that."

The boys eyes went hard, and a red tint appeared in their depths. "Your father sent them after you?" he asked, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger.

She nodded. "He just won't let me live my own life." She swayed suddenly, and put her hand to her head. "Ooh..."

The boy caught her. "Are you okay?" His eyes suddenly widened. "You're sick!"

"I'll be fine...I just need to rest..."

"If you're being hunted, you need to be well." He nodded to himself. "I'm going to help you. I'll take you to my Mom. She'll fix you up."

"But you don't even know what's wrong with me!" she insisted.

"Doesn't matter. Mom can fix ANYTHING!" He put her arm over his shoulders. "Come on, she's not far."

"She lives here?"

"No, Africa."

"How is that not far?"

"It's just around the corner." He smiled reassuringly. "Right over there." He pointed to a shadowy alleyway.

The girl looked at him like he was crazy...until they came out the other end of the alley into the African Savannah. Her eyes went wide. "Wow! Cool warp, I didn't even notice it happening!"

He smiled at her. "I've had plenty of practice. THis is as close as we can warp, we'll have to go the rest of the way on foot."

"Thanks." She smiled at him. "I'm Danielle, by the way. You can call me Dani."

He smiled back. "My name's Victor. Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise." She stepped back. "I think I can manage walking the rest of the way, now."

"Okay, come on then."

They headed towards the little house just visible in the distance.