1 Prolog

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Null sat in the evening darkness with a lamp on. He'd just finishing reviewing some papers. As he straightened his papers his eyes caught on the words, *transferring for* and *summons of.* Null had already read these papers and had a more important and nagging question. A question he had yet to receive a satisfactory answer for.

He stood up, turned off the light and ran his hand down the wall behind his desk. A portal rippled before him and he stepped through.

Portals always left him feeling as if he was soaked but there was never any moister. Teleportation was the better way to travel. But he couldn't teleport to here. To his room of treasures and haunted items.

Tonight, he had a particular item in mind. One he frequently visited. It was a mirror. One that could answer any – every question asked of it.

Null stood before the mirror and said, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, head my call."

The image of a trapped and ancient being that had traversed all of the time lines in existence appeared. "You're going to ask that question again, aren't you?"

Null grimaced inside, he'd spent too much time with this being. Given it too much knowledge on what he valued. When it finally escaped, he'd have hell to pay. For now, he'd still seek its knowledge because he knew how things would go if he couldn't help the one he cared for. He knew all too well how things would – could go.

"Will he become a legend?"

The being grinned. "I need a name."

Null's fist clenched. "You know his name." He took a deep breath and relaxed his hand. "Kyrie, will Kyrie become a legend?"

The being smiled. "Unfortunately for you, yes."

"In all time lines?" The being liked to play tricks with words.

"No."

"In this time line?"

The being huffed. "I cannot know which time line this is yet. But know this there is very little time left in which you can change things so that he might remain as he is. Or at least an ally."

Null frowned as he nodded. He'd heard all of this before, but he'd hopped the answer would be different.

No matter what he did or how many times he'd asked the answer never changed. Nor did the task he needed to do. If he couldn't get enough people to learn who Kyrie really was, then he'd lose him. He'd lose the child he wished so much to protect and save. Maybe, just maybe the tournament and jobs in cities that weren't about to be lost could do it. Could help him get enough people to trust in Kyrie so that he could still be himself. So, he wouldn't become just another hero turned legend.