Emissary

Prologue - The Multiverse

Our world is a fragile one.
No matter what we say, no matter how much we deny it, our world will die eventually. But the worlds we create? Those are eternal. They last forever, or at least until someone else destroys them. That is because, like every world, they have heroes to protect them, not to mention they can be immortal if they are remembered.
These worlds are well known throughout ours. After all, WE are the ones who help the heroes win.
These worlds exist in the games we play. They exist in the books we read and the movies we watch. All of them have one thing in common.
They were created by US. People who thought outside the box. People who believed in magic and impossible things. People who DREAMED.
We call these people the Authors. In our world, they are mortal, human beings. In theirs, they are demigods in their own right, creating and toying with the inhabitants of that world.
Everyone can be an Author if they wish. Most people, however, prefer to add onto already existing worlds. If they follow the ground rules of said world, it may turn out well. But if they make their own, personal addition to that universe...well, that's a tale for another time.
Today, I'll be talking about the games we play. The Multiverse of these worlds is formed in a circle, with each world having it's own gateway to the others. When the gateway is opened, the inhabitants can travel to the worlds on either side of theirs, or to the centre world.
Only a select few of people can travel to the centre world.
Today, I'll be telling you a story about when some of these people gathered into the centre world and saved it, along with their own worlds. It didn't take place long ago, almost...why, almost eight years, now.
Today, I will tell you how the Subspace Emissary was defeated.