Voyage of The Valkyrie

Prologue

      The two boys sat anxiously as scientists ran past in all directions, their long white lab coats trailing behind them. In front of them loomed their fate. A towering time machine, built with a collaboration of technology and magic.

     It rose twenty feet in the air, a tall copper Tesla coil that shone bright with a riot of magical colors. At the base rested two plain steel chairs, two large glass cylinders were suspended above them, reflecting the bright light from the spot lights up above. Two weaved steel tubes protruded from the top of the cylinders, one connected to a shiney metal air canister, while the other disappeared into the top of the tesla coil.

     The idea was to use insanely high voltage and magic to zap the target into separated atoms, and then use magic to create/send it in the past.

     The scientists kept saying it should work, but it will hurt immeasurably. The boys didn't feel very reassured.

     An old short guy approached the boys, waddling up to them on his short legs. He had large spectacles resting on his long pointy nose, and a nervous smile on his wrinkled face.

"You boys ready? It's show time!" The man declared.

     Without waiting for a response, he shuffled the boys over to the changing room to prepare for time travel. A  small plain steel room, only 6 foot by 8 foot. A small metal stool sat in one corner and a large boring mirror sat opposite the door. To the left hung a set of light armor, including the helmet, jet-pack, and boots. To the right was a weapon rack stocked with two small rail guns and two celestial blades (A weapon imbued with an element), one golden blade, with a bright white aura. The other a black blade, with a dark grey aura.

     The boys quickly equipped themselves with the provided gear, making sure every strap and buckle was done right. they took a minute to examine themselves in the mirror, going over every choice, every event that led to this moment, then anxiously exited the room.

     "You're ready!" The old man said excitedly, herding them to the tall, ominous time machine.

     "What are these for?" The smaller of the two boys asked, holding up a sheathed golden sword and rail gun.

     "Just in case." The old man said quickly. He carefully got them seated, strapping their wrists and ankles to the chair with thick white straps, then rushed off to the control console.

     "Danny." The smaller boy said.

     "What?" Asked Danny.

     "Good luck."

     "You too Mathias." Danny replied as the glass cylinders slowly lowered around both boys.

     "Activating in 10!" Shouted the old man. "9... 8... 7... 6..."

     He continued counting down while thoughts of life and death flew through the boys minds.

     "5... 4... 3..."

     Danny grabbed his arm rests tightly, turning his knuckles white with the strain.

     "2..."

     Danny and Mathias squeezed their eyes shut, anticipating the worst.

     "1" The old man threw the massive switch and in a flash of light and two screams of agony, the boys and their chairs vanished.