The Many Worlds of Alexander Roberts

Prologue

It was a cold night in the Ghetto. The stars shown brightly due to no lights on. Quite a shame that no one would see them due to the mandatory curfew set by the Machting. Here, thousands of people lived in fear, for their ancestors had been forced from their homes and had their most prized possessions stolen. The Ghetto was not much unlike that of a large village, for it was nestled in the middle of a large forest. No one could have been awake at this hour.  However, a single soul was out in German countryside. He rode through the forest on his horse, riding as fast as he could to avoid unseen pursuers. He was carrying  a very special package. He would not have preferred horseback, but it was his only hope for fast transportation. He urged the horse on forcefully, looking around frantically for an unseen threat.  Suddenly a gunshot rang out, striking the rider in the shoulder. He fell to the ground, his wound bleeding heavily. A man dropped from the trees above. 

"You've failed, Winston. The Rebels, you see... They will die with you." he said, smiling and pointing his German Laser Precision Luger MK549 directly at Winston's face. 

"Not quite." said Winston, pulling out a small pulsating glass orb. With a sudden shake, the orb exploded, sending the assassin flying backward. When he got to his feet, the rider, his horse, and his very special package, were gone. He searched throughout the forest, but couldn't find them. In fact, he could have been the greatest tracker on Earth and still never found them. Why? Because the rider had used his very special package. And it had sent him hurtling through time and space, too a whole new dimension....

The assassin cursed under his breath as he scanned the area once more. No signs of human life. He sighed and pulled a small device from his pocket. He pressed a small button on the device in a set order, sending a morse code message to the dozens of German soldiers surrounding the area. The message read a message loud and clear. 

"He escaped."

The assassin threw the device unto the ground, causing a beacon of light to spiral into the night sky. A silent aircraft arrived in an instant, sending a rope down to the assassin. 

"Oi, you didn't get em?" asked a beer bellied solider inside the aircraft.

"It appears the great assassin Adolf Hitler isn't as good as his family name eh?" the soldier shouted, sending nervous laughter throughout the plane. In an instant the soldier's head was removed and his body down on the floor, bleeding.

"Arshloch" said Hitler.