It All Starts Here
It was just thirty five years, after the start of, The Age Of Exploration. The date read, July second 1835; in Hamburg Germany. A family of three was minding their own business. A man by the name of Leon, was trying to turn copper into gold; using a special alchemic machine that he had spent the last three days building. His wife was very sick, but if they had enough gold, they could get her a treatment. One that would all but completely cure her current state of being!
His one year old Ray, was crawling around the underside of the Device. When Leon begins to turn on the machine. As the colossal thing starts to wore to life.
It shoots out a small green beam at Ray, he in turn is flung across the room, not unlike a paper weight. His father, while an intellectual genius of his field, is also a bumbling idiot; when it comes to just about anything else. Ray begins to aluminate with a multicolored glow. The machine began to shake violently until it fell to pieces. His father doesn’t take notice of Ray's condition, at all. Instead, much more focused on the mostly unharmed machine, of his creation.
Ray's mom was bed ridden, his dad was going to sell the gold on the market, to get some money. Desperately hoping it would be enough for the cure, that his wife was in dire need of. Her condition was very quickly worsening, day by day.
She passed away just a mere month later, her husband unconsolable by her bedside. This broke something in the man, something beyond the boundaries of time, space, gravity and reality itself! Something that will go unchecked for eon’s until it's far too late to stop it!
Nine years later. . . .
Ray was playing around near the dinner table, when he suddenly lost his balance. He fell to the floor with a thud, before starting to feel a strange pain bubbling in the pit of his stomach. Ray's jaws quickly opened, as his throat filled with something that needed to be released. He tried to hold it back, but lent over in defeat seconds later. As a mixture of blood and stomach acids rained from his mouth, onto the dining room floor.
Mr. Leon stood there in apparent horror, the memories of his beloved wifes symptoms flooding his mind. “NO! NOT AGAIN! YOU SHANT TAKE FROM ME ONCE MORE YOU FIEND!” He yelled, as he got his shoes on, as well as a jacket. Oddly enough leaving his wallet and house keys; as he opened the door and closed it behind him, with a soft click. Ray’s father looked around for a second, before opening his arms wide, running into the street. Getting crushed into nothing but meat paste, by an oncoming horse drawn carriage. One that had to weigh at least several thousand pounds, judging by its size.
Ray spent three months grieving for his father. One day he was sent off to live in Ohio, with his aunt. The journey was going to be long.
He boarded the ship July 2nd, 1846 age eleven. They set sail for Virginia, just a few hours later! Ray has started writing down the experiences he’s having on the ship, logging them all in a journal he had bought for a few cents down near the depot; right around the corner from the docks.
July 2nd 1846 I have boarded the St Maria and I set off to live in America with my aunt in a relatively new city called Medina. Medina Ohio, huh I like it. I will be back later signing off Ray Johns.
July 4th, 1846 I’m getting pretty used to the waves, I’m not that sea sick anymore, the captain said that we won’t get to our destination until mid September. See y'all I’ve been working on my English pretty awesome right . Anyway signing off Ray Johns.
July 7th, 1846 If I think really hard, I can make my left hand glow purple. I won’t tell the captain though he hates witches says there will always be something wrong with the supernatural. Anyway more on this when I figure this out. Signing off Ray Johns.
July 10th I was I was fucking grounded, the captain found out I haven’t been keeping up with my learning work. He says that I’m gonna arrive in America not speaking English or knowing math. Who needs math seriously why. But I’m doing pretty good in English, I mean seriously I’ve been working on that, it’s just the math I’m not doing cause. I’m using math time to practice my magic. Like now I just snap my fingers and things like pieces of paper and small nicnacs go flying across the room. It’s crazy anyway. I know this one was long but I just had to say this. Signing off Ray Johns.
July 30th, 1846, the captain is dead now, he died yesterday when he found this book and tried to throw me off the ship and burn the journal. Well he didn’t get to do that instead I imagined him shrinking, and I actually crushed him into millions of little bits. I swept them off the side of my porthole. And apparently I was named captain because of some complication that the next captain had to be of blood yeah he was my uncle.
Yeah it’s been a while but nothing else really happened September 18th 1846 I'm hiking for 3 days to the carriage that will take me the rest of the way there. I got off to the mainland yesterday but was too tired after everything to write. I’m camping right outside of Richmond the locals showed me how to set up and deconstruct a tent. I’ll sign off now RaYjohns.
September 19th, 1846 Forrest’s of America are scary, like there are bears everywhere and these tiny spiders that can, apparently kill me signing off Ray Johns.
I just got to the carriage and I can finally relax. I heard that aunt Lia is mega rich like. I think she has like, 3 billion dollars or something. And her home is like, 24,000 square feet. I can’t wait to get there. The handler said it would take like a week or two.
I am here and it’s awesome her servers give me whatever I wanna eat whenever I ring this little bell. I want to know how she made this much but she said it’s her dirty little secret. Anyway, I'm going to meet the locals and test my abilities. I can really do things now. Signing off Ray Johns .
I woke up last night at the bottom of the sea, I was fine. I just swam for hours down there and when I got to the top I walked on the water like a roadway. I looked up at the moon. Was it always this Beautiful. Mesmerizing almost. I don’t know but I loved it. My friends saw me do something similar and call it ‘All’ I can make myself do anything. It's so bizarre. Well I think that somes things up and I can’t wait to have more experiences.
Back To The Narrative. . ..
Ray and his friends grew up, now at age twenty one, he was taken for a drink. He feels great, having friends and a life that has helped in almost completely forgetting the loss of his father.
Nineteen years later....
One day he was searching for something from his childhood. A journal he wrote when he was eleven, now he looks at it again and thinks to himself. “This is how I got here.”
Ray goes to meet up with his friends, that same night. They chatted and chatted away; eventually a rather interesting subject came up in conversation.
“Hey, hey guys. Like what should we call this superpower thingy of mine!” Ray asked drunkenly. “Well, I guess ‘All’ is a bit childish, as well as a bit overdone.” Ray’s friend said with an equal amount of slurring to his speech as Ray; Whilst irritatedly staring at you!
“Wha-what are you lookin’ at Katmaz!” Ray said with a slight mixture of anger and curiosity to his voice; whilst his gray eyes meet yours! Before continuing. “That's. . . just a wall, there’s not even any artwork on that wall, it's just a boring green ass wall!”
“Anywho, we shou-should call it, ‘Oll’ I don’t know; it just seems more, ORIGINAL!” Mr. Katmaz said, with a delighted and demented tone to his voice. Ray liked it, nodding his head in agreement to finish the night.
A Few Years Back. . . .
Ray met up with some friends of his, there was a man sitting in the corner of the tavern. He was all alone, crying about something. Ray whispers to one of his friends, about how he is going to go see what's up with the guy in the corner. He walked up to the man, even though he was sitting, Ray could clearly make out his height. He was tall, very tall; possibly around seven feet or so. “Hi, I'm Ray! What’s got you so down man,” he spoke softly, introducing himself with a polite tone.
The man turned his head towards Ray’s, he was sitting dead still; he held almost equal level with him. “The names Darrel, Darrel Smith . . .” He said, as he trailed off, something clearly weighing heavily on his mind. Ray asked Darrel, what was going on. Darrel took a long heavy sigh before speaking. “* *** ******, * ****** ****** *** *** *******! ******** ****, ******** **** ******* **!!” He finished that sentence with, unworldly fear coursing through his own body as well as his voice.
“Oh, My. . . Well! Let's sit with me and the guys ok. Uhh. . Not sure what you're on about but it doesn't sound healthy.” Ray stated, whilst leading the man to his friends and hopefully, Darrel’s soon to be new friends, as well. They all had a blast; ending up drinking into the wee hours of the night!
A Couple Years Later. . . .
One day Darrel, Ray's best friend at the time, started acting. . . weird. He would go and stand outside of Ray's window, in the middle of the night for hours at a time. The creepy thing is that his window is on the third floor; when his aunt died she had no one else in her will, so Ray inherited everything. Soon enough, Darrel went missing and the whole town searched for him; they even put up posters.
The Poster Read. . . .
Unknown citizenship missing
Start May 20th , 1885
Back To The Narrative. . . .
He was declared dead at 8:00 am, June 10th, 1885 they never actually found him but it had been almost three weeks.
“I DON’T DIE, YOU IMPULSIVE LITTLE THINGS.”
It’s the beginning of the Great War. People are hiding for survival, Ray hides with the civilians in this basement under his mansion. After a week and a half, things are slightly better but they can’t get involved, otherwise Ray will be taken for experimentation. Eventually, after about several weeks; Ray, as well as the civilians realized that it was safe to come out. Everyone was so joyously blind, to what was soon to come. They ended up throwing a small party in Ray’s honor.
Twenty five years later....
Another Great War or war of worlds, as some called the original. Though this one was far more devastating, because this was started by his home country of Germany. Ray was so moved by this, that he teleported right in front of the chancellor. Boom, he blew hitler’s head sky high and said; “Der Boom, ist vorbei, ” or “ the boom is over, and done with.” The rain of Hitler ended in 1941, with the stone cold loss of three million lives. Ray had a monkey mask on, as well as a hoodie; no one will know who floats away from that scene. Completely and utterly undetected!
In the end, he had unknowingly saved countless lives.