A Woman named Olivia Sparks is a Shifter, a being that has psychic abilities and can control time. She is chosen by a mysterious man, to join his team and protect the timeline. Shift to save the world!
Rated PG-13: For Strong sequences of Sci-fi Act...
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As we fall through the vortex, I can feel time and space itself ripping me apart. I see the many things that have happened throughout the flow of time, the creation of humanity, the advancement of technology, the rise of leaders. So many events, I possibly could not process them all. Owen and I then find ourselves falling rapidly into the void, our bodies being stretched out to the point of extreme strain.
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I then wake up in what appears to be a living room of some sorts. I walk around the room and I recognize this place. This is where my parents were killed. I then look over, and I see an injured Johnny, on the floor, writhing in pain.
"Where are we? This is not the location of my mother's death." He says.
"No, this is where you killed my parents, you shot them right here, in this room." I say to him, with disdain.
"...Well now, you now have the chance to save your parents, if you can stop me that is. Just know this, you will have to live with the weight of your choice." Owen says to me.
I then see my mother and father, coming back from their trip to the store, ready to celebrate my 10th birthday.
"Mum, Dad?" I say to them.
Somehow, they can't see me. I then see my younger self, hugging them tightly.
I begin to feel my heart skip a beat, every minute I am watching this, wishing that I could always rewind this moment.
"Mummy, Daddy!" My younger self Says.
"My dear sweet daughter, already a bright young lady, you make me so proud." My father says.
"I want you to have this, when you're away, this will always remind you of how much you mean to us." My mum says.
I then see what she gave me, and it was a picture of them, that I still have in my pocket. I then shead a tear, knowing how much I feel about this moment. Suddenly, I begin to hear a booming sound, of the front door being broken down.
"Are you Mr. and Mrs. Sparks?!" Asks the younger version Owen.
