@y_intercept@cassius_knightfall@_animus_@autocrat
2033
Even in the most dire of circumstances, Jacob Grayson had never wavered in his vision of a better future. In his heroic arrogance he had always thought that as long as he could keep on fighting just another day, everything would end up being okay. But now, everything had gone to hell..
The shock-waves from the powerful tremor induced by the faux-Champion had thrown off his equilibrium. Buildings were torn asunder all around him and his legs were pinned to the ground by a falling slab of rock. His left leg was shattered completely under the weight but even then, he repressed the human instinct to cry out in pain and instead got back up, pushing the heavy debris to one side with a telekinetic wave. Dragging his dead leg behind him, the crippled hero crawled towards the building where the soldier's had told him that this "Eldrick" was hiding out, intent on helping in any way he could. That was until the sky lit up in magnificent shades of neon blue. Many of the soldiers who were trying to get back up were immediately entranced by the beam of light but the Guardian knew he had to focus on the task at hand.
He had lost too much blood. It was becoming all too clear that Death was slowly but surely creeping over him, it's long, bony fingers shivering with the anticipation of finally claiming the resilient hero for itself. Jacob Grayson, the Last Guardian of the Lightforce, the man who had fought a hundred battles in outer space and who had resisted bravely in the face of an earth-shattering robotic menace was now too weak to fight another day. However, resolute as always, the aging hero was determined to not let this be his legacy. He refused to go out as the failed leader of a false Sanctuary, who let his carelessness and false sense of security get the better of him. He would not be a footnote, just another name in the Third Society's long list of victims. No, he was determined to make a difference. Even if he couldn't change the present, he could at least try and change the past, and maybe even the future.
With one last burst of energy, the hero crawled up to a wall and pulled himself up using equal parts waning human strength and telekinesis. Now, in this most dire of times, he would attempt something that he never thought he could. Ancient legends of the Guardians told of how a select few of the order could, under extreme duress, exit the flow of time and essentially walk along its path. In doing so these Guardians could observe multiple pasts, presents, and futures, even influencing past and future events in small ways to alter the flow. It was said that if a Guardian was spiritually unprepared to undergo this otherworldly experience, his or her mind would not be able to process the infinite amount of information and could go very easily insane, becoming lost in the flow of time for eternity, a fate far worse than any hell.
Feeling the extreme heat from the oncoming beam, Jacob closed his eyes and put all of his focus in the Lightforce, for only it could guide him to where he needed to go.
Present Day
The young Guardian walked the broken steps of the once-majestic feat of architecture. During his four years in space there wasn't a day that passed in which he wasn't wishing he was back here, back home where he belonged. Little did he know that the building had fallen into such...disrepair. He crouched down to inspect a large boulder buried halfway in the ground. Unearthing a little more of the boulder revealed three unmistakable letters, three letters that meant the world to him...
W...A...L...
It was the great stone that stood in the middle of an arch at the entrance of We Are Legend HQ. He remembered once trying to move the stone on a dare from NeVann. He failed, of course, and was mercilessly made fun of for the next week for even attempting it. The young hero had grown strong during his time in space, however, and now he wanted to test his progress. Focusing all of his telekinetic strength on the heavy stone, he attempted to pull it out of the ground. At first it wouldn't budge but once he got it moving just a bit, it easily slid out if its crater. The Guardian lifted the stone into the air once again alowing his mind wander to days gone by, imagining it resting majestic upon its arch, where it belonged He wondered if it would one day stand there again.
"JACOB!"
The sudden interruption made the young Guardian drop the enormous boulder, letting it land with a huge thud into the ground. Drawing his emerald-bladed lightsaber, Jacob turned to the face the source of the voice that had intruded upon his reverie only to see a strange, bearded man with outstretched arms, glowing with an unearthly blue light.
"Jesus?" The Guardian asked.
"Stop being an idiot, Jacob and listen, I don't have much time!" The apparition shot back.
"Who are..."
"I am you, I am Jacob Grayson from the year 2033. I've come to warn you! In a few months a group called the Third Society will reveal itself to humanity. It will come bearing gifts but you will immediately know that they are not what they seem. They seek to eradicate all organic life on this planet. Your first instinct will be to set up a defense, to hide and harbor survivors but, Jacob, that is wrong, you will be wrong just as I was wrong and too many people will die as a result. You must go on the offensive. Hunt these people down!"
"Hunt who down?" The young hero asked, still recovering from the surreal shock that with talking to one's future self.
I...I...don't know. But I know a few people who might. Jacob, it is very important that you remember these names: Animus, Y-Intercept, Cassius Knightfall, and Bastian Klemens. One of them may hold the key to changing your future, changing our future.
The apparition's glow suddenly became much more intense before unexpectedly exploding in a flash of blue light. Jacob immediately felt sick to his stomach, as if a piece of himself had just died a horrible death. Just as before, the night was now quiet with only the occasion cricket breaking the veil of silence. Jacob stood there replaying the message from his future self in his mind. Cassius, Y, Bastian, Animus...Cassius, Y, Bastian, Animus..
Walking back to his swoop bike, he logged into his built-in computer and ran a quick search. Immediately a result came up for the name "Knightfall." Apparently, the name was quite famous. The Guardian, now on a mission from is future self hopped onto his swoop bike and rode out into the night, all the while wondering how long it would take him to grow such an epic beard.
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