Yay, first chapter!
"Once upon a time, in the void between the first worlds, Worldwalkers appeared. Creatures capable of moving between the void and the worlds. Great and powerful, those about whom either legends are composed and praised as deities, or nothing is said.
They could do absolutely amazing things thanks to the Spark, The brops of blood from the first Mother who brought magic into the world. But there were also those who were higher than Worldwalkers. The Interworlders-demiurgs. The direct children of the Mother."
Talia once read these words in a very old and almost fallen apart book, which had already traveled around the world several times. Despite its condition, the little girl could not tear her eyes away from the text of the legends about the Worldwalkers. About their exploits, adventures and legends.
In her childhood, like any child, she dreamed, albeit secretly. She dreamed of one day discovering the Spark-Star in herself and running away somewhere far away from the League, training and the mortal boredom of the Al Ghul house. She dreamed of going on adventures across worlds, finding the heart of the universe, a city floating in the void where the bravest and boldest live, in the intertemporal wasteland to hear the voice of Old pal Time himself, who with the shadow of his cloak watches over absolutely everything in the conceivable and inconceivable universe.
Talia didn’t think that her childhood and long-forgotten dreams would come true, because what is happening to her now still seems unthinkable to her.
Because now she is clutching her son to herself and flying in the emptiness of space, and some unknown force is pulling them towards something very, very cold. Damian is also scared, not because Talia suddenly decided to hug him of course (naturally he understood that this was so that they both wouldn't freeze to hell), but because they can breathe in space, and even seem to feel good.
–Mother, do you know what's going on? - The boy shakes his head, looking around. Trying to understand what is pulling them.
- Not really, my son.. - Talia also looks around, everything seems so unreal. There are bright stars around, blinking in the distance like sparkles on a black canvas, and the planets are still moving in orbit.
And the native planet Earth is further and further away, and the soul is getting colder and colder. Pressing her son closer to herself, Talia seems to be trying to transfer all her physical warmth to him so that he does not freeze in this emptiness, so that he survives and gets home. But suddenly in the silence of their flight a gentle and tired female voice was heard. "Please.. help me.. please.." it comes from somewhere above. Of course in space the concept of "up" is very vague, but the voice was definitely above their heads, so they unanimously thought that up was exactly there. Raising their dark-haired heads there, they saw a white wide crack. This crack was simply the space of space, and emitted that very cold. From it came the voice. "Please.. I am in pain.. help.." whoever it was, it sounded wounded, tired and sad.
Something elusive, but so familiar and contrasting with the external cold, internally warm. As if the voice of the Beginning of everything, which with the soft veil of its cloak gave rise to life. "Mother" the word automatically spins in head. Talia and Damian float unnoticed in this dark void straight to the white shining crack. Internal heat spreads throughout the body like energy. Somewhere in the chest, in its very center, a source of heat, beginning to take shape and light. Spark-Star.
As soon as they entered the crack, their heads began to spin, and their thoughts somehow fell into place. The smell of pine forest and ocean hit their noses, ears after long cosmos silence, was attacked by sounds of calm waves, birds and rustling of tree branches. A strange combination.
Damian fell backwards on the grass, blinking occasionally like a toad, and Talia sat near a tree nearby, clutching her head. Someone else was lying nearby... also a child? Everything is spinning upside down and sight becoming dark.
–Hey madam, are you okay?–This is... some kind of hut? Only very narrow, like a train car. Talia is now lying on the couch, under her bed linen like from a hospital, and in her nose now there is also the smell of this damned ammonia. Finally, she pays attention to the one standing next to her. It was a fairly tall girl of about 15, athletic build with very bright long scarlet hair, braided into a thick braid that almost reached the floor, on her head her hair is pressed down with a white cap with a green cross. The same cross, only larger, is on her black sweatshirt with hood. On her hands are dark green fingerless rings, and on her legs are shorts of the same color with a bunch of pockets, and a brown belt with also a lot of pockets. Plus high brown ugg boots, or whatever those shoes were called? But these boots were only slightly below the knee and with slightly dirty soles.–Madam??–Girl asks her again. Talia blinks then noddes. "Cross? She is some kind of medic?" Then her gaze was drawn to the girl's forearms. There were chevrons on the black fabric, one on each side, with something written on them, but Talia's gaze had not yet focused, and her body still ached.
–Yes, im.. okay, who are you?–Talia finally asked, trying to get up, but her attempt was quickly stopped by a gentle movement of the younger girl's strong hands.
-I am Murika, Murika Clepot. One of the Forest Watchers, we found you and your children near Fjord Bay, it looks like you all fell from a high place and lost consciousness. But don't worry, surprisingly all three of you have intact bones, only your youngest son got his head smashed. We already stitched him up, since the wound was shallow and not fatal. There he is, lying bandaged.–Murika stepped back, revealing a small sofa where a child with a bandaged head lay, covered with a white blanket and sleeping, he was pale. "This is not Damian, thank god.."
–As for the second one... – Muri added. – He had already woken up and Mike carried him to the next car, to a new bunk.– Mike is also one of the Forest Watchers, like Kelvin and me. He is currently investigating the site where you were found. It looks like there was an accident on the cable car, which could have caused your crash.
It seems that the girl decided to explain the situation completely in order to avoid any questions, or to relieve her anxiety. - Do you remember your name? –She suddenly asks. "Maybe it's for her paperwork." Al Ghul thinks.
–.....–Talia thinks for a moment. –No i don't..
–Hm. That's bad for sure, lets take a look on your head again madam, okay?–Talia's vision finally comes into focus, and she finally sees Murika's face clearly. The skin is slightly tanned, a few multi-colored bandages, a neat straight nose with a slight hump, thin lips, and, strangest of all, the eyes. Yellow eyes, warm as the sun (and the color of light unfiltered beer), set in an Asian slit like a citrine in a ring mold.–No worries, it won't be really hurt, but if it is, tell me to stop, is that alright to you, madam?
–Listen you little american MAUGLI, I'm trying to help you, SO STOP TRYING TO GET OUT! There's just a forest, rocks and a broken cable car around, CALM DOWN, there are no assassins here, and if there are then they've already been eaten by the local creatures!–Damian is being held by the scruff of the neck by a 15-year-old guy with bright orange hair that looked more like hedgehog needles or sharply protruding feathers than hair, in which a dark green bandana-ribbon with very long tails is tied. He is wearing a black turtleneck, dark green pants with knee pads and ordinary blue sneakers like Converse. At that time that guy was yelling at him because Wayne tried to sneak out of his gaze, saying shit about assassins. How this guy kept stopping him and still held Damian by the scruff of the neck like a naughty kitten, our prince didn't know. But he didn't particularly like it.
–Let me go. - Damian says, burning a hole in the red-haired guy with his gaze. But he only raised an eyebrow.
–No, you'll try to run away, kid. And then Murika will hit me on the head with pink shovel. I don't want that.
–You afraid of some girl?–Damian asks mockingly.
–Yep. Since this girl is bigger, stronger and knows exactly what dose of medicine give me so that I would have to sit on toilet for three months of summer. So shut yor little wild ass up, and sit down.