Wherever You Go, A Real World/Monster High Story
Prologue: A Lonely Death and A New Chance in Life
My name is Aaron Marksman. I'm an eternally-youthful 40-year-old human who was gifted with the power of magic when I turned 23, at which age I stopped aging. I have a mental disability called Asperger's Syndrome, which is a high-functioning form of autism. But I wasn't just born with Asperger's Syndrome, I was also born with an unknown disability that whenever I get pissed off really badly, I black out and my fists start flying, hitting anything within my reach, no matter if it was my friends and family or if it was objects. They, my therapists and doctors, called them blackout rages, where it was similar to an epileptic seizure. When I get as pissed off as badly as I mentioned earlier, I don't remember anything, to the point where my therapists had to tell me what had happened, after which I would break down and cry. My last blackout rage got me kicked out of my last place called Rise, Inc, after which my friends and family didn't want me anywhere near them. I was shunned by my own friends and family, with the exception of my best friend, Mike Olson, who tried to get me to move in with him and his brother. But I refused his offer, afraid of what I could possibly do to my best friend and his only brother.
So... I did the only logical thing I could think of: I needed to get away from everyone and everything that would be threatened by me. I took what was left of my Social Security Disability money and bought everything I needed to go on a long soul-searching journey in order to get my life back together. After I bought a bunch of dehydrated military rations, a large hiking backpack, and a flat bedsheet to use as a cloak just in case I ever wandered into the Sierra Nevada Desert. After I had everything packed, and I put on my new custom cloak, I walked out of La Grande, Oregon and headed southeast, towards the Sierra Nevada Desert.
But, shortly after arriving in the Sierra Nevada Desert, I ran out of food and water. As I tried to look for more water and food, I was losing strength faster than normal. After fourteen days of no food or water, I gave up. I collapsed on the sandy ground and looked up at the sky, crying.
I then began to pray to God, saying that I was sorry for all the bad things I had done in my life. I also said to God that I would do anything for a second chance, a second chance to right all the wrongs I had ever committed and be with all my friends and family again. After I said that last word, my eyes started to droop as I began to drift off into unconsciousness. But I couldn't keep my eyes open, and eventually I gave in to the fatigue. I closed my eyes in what I thought was going to be my last time on the only place I had called home.
But then something happened to me that would change my life forever.
I was awakened by what seemed to be a bright light, which I know wasn't the sun, for when I opened my eyes, I saw that it had turned to night in the desert. When I looked at myself, I saw that I looked fit and muscular, and my hair felt like it was naturally spiky. But then the light in front of me distracted me. It was a huge mass of misty energy, for when I looked straight into it, I recognized the little moving dots of light as the Angels of Heaven, but that wasn't what had my attention to the portal to Heaven. A big human-shaped mass of light walked up to the edge of the portal and held out its' hand. I was suspicious of this light being, but something told me that I could trust it. So I took its' hand and walked into Heaven with this being.
The next thing I knew, I was standing in a seemingly-never-ending field of flowers, surrounded by a seemingly-never-ending blue cloudless skies that had many rainbows . I don't know how, but I felt at peace here. Something told me that this was Heaven. While I was walking around, I sensed someone behind me. When I turned around, I saw someone who looked deathly familiar to me, except that he had angel wings. I just kept staring at the young-looking angel. But the angel was the one who said something to me.
"Hello... Aaron." The angel said to me. I just stared at him, realizing completely who this angel was now, though I didn't want to believe it.
"Gr... Grandpa?" I said, not believing that the person in front of me was the only one that I had ever considered a father figure, since my real father always ignored me. When he saw that I couldn't believe that it was him, he took something out of his pocket and handed it to me. When I looked at the object, it was the picture I had used for the personal memorial to my grandpa from after he died of his work accident. I now looked at the only person who I ever considered a father with a look of belief in my eyes, Patrick Marksman.
"Grandpa!" I said excitedly, hugging the one person I've been wanting to see again since I was a kid. He hugged me back.
"Nice to see you again too, Pooty." Patrick said with a sly tone in his voice. I started to laugh as I let my grandpa go.
"Now I definitely know it's you, Grandpa." I said as I got a hold of myself. Then I looked at my grandpa with a serious look on my face, saying, "Where are we, Grandpa? Is... is this Heaven?"
"Yes, it is Heaven, Aaron." My grandpa replied. "God heard your prayer, and sent me to personally bring you here.
"Then I'm dead?" I asked, a little scared. My grandpa shook his head.
"No, you're not dead." Grandpa replied. "When God sent me to bring you to Heaven, you were still alive, but barely. But before I opened the portal, God restored your health and even changed your hair color and hairstyle to something you've always wanted. But he restored your health for one reason..."
"What's that, Grandpa?" I asked.
"You will, from hereon out, be the Guardian of the universe of one of your favorite novels." Grandpa said to me. "But, just like what you prayed for many years ago when you made that wish, you will have no memory of who you once were. The only thing you'll have the memories of is your knowledge that it's your first day of high school. And even if a certain girl you know from that universe tries to use telepathy to try to read your mind, she won't be able to see anything, because it will be like what you had wished for. All of your memories will be completely gone as if you were a newborn baby. But you'll still retain your speaking skills and your education."
"Okay." I said, nodding my head as if I understood where he said I was going to end up.
Then my grandpa looked at me with a smile on his face, saying, "Oh, one more thing, Aaron. When you arrive in that universe, you will still be the way you are now and not reincarnated, but you'll have a power you always wished you could have, but... you'll be the last remaining Armenthian. And the only memories you'll have of your original self are the memories of the two of us, both the good and the bad, as well as those memories always giving you the feeling that I was always more of a father to you than your biological father, except that they will only be a feeling in your heart, not memories in your mind. But that's all. But, whenever you face the enemies you'll soon face, just know that I'll be there to back you up if you ever need backup when you can't beat those enemies on your own. Goodbye for now, Aaron. May God be with you in the adventure you've always wanted."
The next thing I knew, I woke up in a place that looked like a city on Planet Earth, except that I was in a mid-sized city, but the voice that told me to trust the creature said it was the 21st Century of Planet Earth, in the city of Salem, Oregon. Maybe it was because of my gift of magic... I don't know. All I know in my heart is that this was the start of my journey as the Guardian of the Multiverse. And if there's one thing I've learned from my favorite movies, it's to never stop fighting, and I never will. The battle for the future of the Multiverse has just begun.