He tried to speak, tried to scream, but the air caught in his throat. A voice boomed out in the absolute darkness. "Young Christopher. Your journey begins today."
"Who are you?" gasped Chris when he found he could talk.
"My identity is unimportant. From now until the end of the War, time is of the essence for Earth."
Chris struggled for air. "Wh--what are you talking about?"
"I cannot simply tell you the dangers that loom over your planet. I must show you."
And with that, light and colors burst through Chris's mind. He screamed, but the noise was lost in the whirlwind of hues.
When he could feel again, he opened his eyes. He was kneeling down on warm, metal, scrap of some kind. He looked around to see a ruined landscape. To his right was a forest, red with fire, air black above it from the smooke spewing out freely.
Chris swiveled around as he stood. What was this? Where was he?
As if to answer his thoughts, that mysterious voice resounded through his mind once again. "This is Earth, one year from your future."
Chris's heart dropped. "No way. What happened?"
"It is confusing, but I will put it in simpler terms for your brain to comprehend. The Earth Realm lies parralel to another realm of being, the Demon Realm. Sometimes throughout the histories of these realms, a tear will occur between the two worlds. Most of the time, the rift goes unknown and seals itself back up. "
Chris tried to grasp what the voice was saying. It was hard.
"But sometimes, a rift may stay open, and beings that were not meant to be together mingle. As is the case in a year from Earth's time."
Chris gulped and shook his head. This had to be a dream.
"Beings from the two worlds have only crossed the rift once, and that was, what humans referr to as dinosaurs."
Chris's curiosity perked. "Are you saying dinosaurs were actually a breed of demon from the other realm?"
"Precisely. These demons adapted to the new environment. Luckily, humans had not been around, because demons never have a happy disposition."
"So what happened?" asked Chris, brushing a lock of dark brown hair from his eyes, still surveying the burning landscape.
"A group of both humans and Astrals--the dominant and intelligent beings in the Demon realm--closed the rift and brought the dinosaurs back to the Demon Realm, and the humans back to Earth."
A moment of silence past, then Chris asked, "What did you mean when you said, 'Become who you were born to be.'"
Another moment of quiet. "You are to be the Savior."
"Savior?" questioned Chris uncertainly.
"Saviors are those who fight to protect the two worlds. They bring peace back to the lands."
Chris said nothing. He couldn't grasp the situation, and his mind went blank.
The voice went one, however. "You will save the realms, Chris."
Chris's mind blurred back into focus. What was going on? "Only me?"
"No. You will not be alone. Others fight for your same cause."
Chris nodded, resigned to the situation. "Will we travel to the Demon Realm?"
"No..." the voice trailed off. "it has already been lost. The Evil that opens the rifts has swept the land, destroying all that is peaceful. I would take you to show you what the realm is now like, but I do not think your body will be able to handle the journey between realms."
"Will Earth fall?" asked Chris, strangely calm.
"Not if you and your brethren can save it."
Just as Chris was about to answer back, a giant roar erupted. From the forest to Chris's left burst a giant creature. It looked like a giant troll, with mottled gray skin and sharp teeth in a massive jaw. It towered just to the treeline, about forty feet high.
"What is that?!" yelled Chris, alarmed.
"That is a Broll demon. Fierce and large, it is extremely hard to take down."
"That is what we will be facing?!"
"Just watch, Chris. Saviors are not unarmed and inexperienced."
Chris watched as a band of humans emerged from the trees near the Broll. They were armed with large guns and wore heavy looking metal armor. Chris could hear their yells and war whoops as they shot at the demon. The Broll cried out in pain as the bullets struck him, and he wildly slapped and thrashed at the ground. Four of the twelve humans were smacked away like rag dolls, but the bullets from the rest soon got to the Broll, ad he slumped to the ground, shaking it, dead.
"You will have one year to train with me. The rift will then open, and I will send you back to Earth."
"So, wait, we are in the future?" asked Chirs bleakly.
"It would seem so, wouldn't it?" chuckled the voice, and then all Chris saw was white...
~(Sorry for the long post, but I wanted to post my idea. I may make a story out of this, because the plot has now provoked my imagination!