Time-Twisted

The Beginning: The Hall of Summons

Somewhere far away, in another dimension, the Lord of Time was playing a round a chess with his floating assistant, Leslie, the Illusionary Feline. And he was losing.

"Hm..." Chronos thought as he scratched his so-called chin. "Aha!" He dragged Queen Elizabeth chess piece across the board, while exclaiming triumphantly, "Checkmate! Haha!"

"Aye, boss," the psychedelic cat harrumphed, swishing its large tail as he did a full three-sixty in the air out of slight frustration. "Ye' always do. Ye're the God the Time! Of course ye' can tell!" 

"Ah, Leslie, my right-hand man, or should I say, cat?" The entity shook his round head, swinging along the pair of massive ram horns perched atop of his head. "You know me too well. But I swear, I was alone this time! No tricks." He raised his hands as if to show his surrender.

But the skeptical feline wasn't easily fooled. "Ye' mean, even with the Kray's you got over there?" He lifted a hefty paw as he pointed into the darkness that laid behind his master. A curled grin spread across Chronos' face as he bellowed in laughter. 

"Ah Leslie, you really do know me too well," Extending a hand behind him, a large bird-like creature stretched its horrifyingly long, thin neck and tucked its head onto Chronos' palm. Behind Leslie, a similar bird with the same elongated neck stretched out to greet him, nuzzling its head onto Leslie's fur-covered cheek as a made a weird, gutteral purr-like sound. 

"Aye, gerroff' me," he said as he gently shoved it's beak away. The bird retaliated by snapping its beak and made an irratated clicking sound with its tounge. "Aye Ronnie, betch' you thought you better keep that beak to yerself, eh?" Chuckling as he swished his bushy ringed tail, he once again faced Chronos and said, in a serious tone, "So, are you still gonna do it?" Chronos looked up.

"Do what exactly?" he said in a seemingly cool tone.

"Ye'know what I mean," Leslie replied, a low growl evident in his voice now. "Those poor innocent children..."

"Ah yes," Chronos smiled as he continued to stroke Reggie the monster bird in his hand. "Why of course I will. I've gotten so much fun, I can't just stop here now, can I?" Leslie gritted his jaws. Tension grew heavy in the air. Eventually he sighed defeatedly, leaning back into the air. 

"Guess I can't do anything then," he closed his eyes. "I can't really disobey ye' now can I boss?"

"Of course not," Chronos chuckled. "And how many times must I tell you, call me CC."

"Alright then, so who are ye' gonna summon this time, CC?"

"Well, we haven't been paying much attention to World War 2 now, have we? Let's take a look now, shall we..."

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As one of the most destructive world wars in history, World War 2 had torn apart many families and ended millions of thousands of lives. Although history is unable to repeat itself, thankfully, it can however be reinacted. For the God of Time, this was no big deal, obviously.

Somewhere far far away in Russia, hidden by the dense leaves of the East Siberian Taiga, a little boy was chopping down the thin stalk of a tree for firewood. A boy as young as twelve years old, no taller than a Siberian Fir sapling, chopping trees in the middle of a snowstorm of minus forty degrees, if you saw him you would've thought that he'd lost his mind. He blew out a cold misty cloud as he adjusted his oversized ushanka on his head, dragging a small axe a tad heavier than he was. The harsh wind slapped against the child's back, his winter jacket twisting and flapping in the brutal storm. He continued to persist against the winds and slowly trudged through the knee-deep snow.