In the beginning, there was Tempus, the god of time. There was also Chaos, the goddess of the cosmos.
Together, they’ve created a new universe. Tempus and Chaos had four children: Aquatar, the god of water; Iggy, the god of fire; Arial, the goddess of air; and Terra, the goddess of the land.
The deities resided on a planet called Oberon with humans, and reptilians. The gods and goddesses of Oberon followed three laws.
• Don’t alter the laws of nature.
• Don’t take away free will.
• Don’t get involved in mortal affairs.
However, Aquatar impregnated a mortal woman, and they had a daughter whom they’ve named Glacier.
Because of Aquatar’s act of treason, he had to give up his powers, and live as a mortal. His powers were put on the line in a tournament.
Even though Glacier was half-mortal, she was forbidden to get involved with human affairs, and she had to live as a goddess.
Chaos, the goddess of the cosmos, broke the third law by helping a little girl named Celeste.
Celeste lived with her parents. Even when Celeste was an adult, her parents would still tell her what to do. They had often resorted to various tactics such as gas lighting, vague threats, and violence to get
Celeste to do their bidding. Celeste couldn’t turn to the authorities, because the people of Oberon had no concept of child abuse. The only thing that Celeste could do was to pray to the gods.
One evening, while Celeste prayed in her room, an old woman appeared to her.
“Hello, Celeste,” the old woman said.
“Who are you?” Celeste asked.
“I’m Chaos. I’m the goddess of the cosmos.”
“Are you here to punish my parents?”
“I would love to. But I have a better idea. I will send you somewhere else. You will struggle at first, but your life will get better.”
“Okay. Send me there, then.”
Chaos used her powers to create a wormhole.
“This wormhole will take you away from your parents,” Chaos said. “Go!”
Right before Celeste entered the wormhole, her parents entered her room.
“What is going on?” Celeste’s father asked.
Chaos slammed the door. Celeste’s father tried to open the door, but Chaos locked it.
“Go, Child!” Chaos bellowed.
Celeste stepped into the wormhole without looking back.
Sometime later, Chaos’s peers put her on trial for getting involved in mortal affairs and she was found guilty. As punishment, Chaos had to give up her powers. Therefore, she had to live as a mortal. But Chaos would not be alone. Tempus, the god of time, voluntarily gave up his powers so he could live as a mortal with Chaos.
“You can’t do that,” Chaos said. “You even said that time and space is ripping itself apart.”
“I’ve chosen a select few that will repair time and space,” Tempus said.
Tempus and Chaos’ put their powers on the line in a tournament.
The last match of the tournament was between Glacier and Iggy.
Glacier and Iggy fought across the entire galaxy, causing massive destruction to various planets. The battle ended in North Oberon.
Glacier rammed Iggy through an ice cave. The both of them were on the ground, flat on their backs. However, Glacier managed to get on her feet, but Iggy couldn’t.
The winner of the tournament: Glacier.
Sometime later, Glacier was in her ice palace celebrating. She walked around the palace, talking to everybody like they were her friends. Glacier eventually visited the science lab.
“Status report?” Glacier asked.
“We’ve tested the machine repeatedly,” one of the scientists said. “It’s impossible to create a machine to manipulate time and to see into multiple timelines.”
“No worries. I have Chaos’ and Tempus’ powers. So, you can scrap this project if you want. But thanks for the effort.”
Suddenly, Glacier felt weak, and she had a sharp pain in her stomach. She also noticed that she was glowing.
“What’s happening to me!” Glacier screamed.
“Your body can’t handle that much power,” one of the scientist said.
“And nobody told me this?”
“We thought that was common sense.”
Glacier transferred her powers that she got from Tempus and Chaos into the machine.
At that point, the machine lit up like a Christmas tree.
“It worked,” one of the scientists said. “It actually worked!”
Everybody in the lab celebrated.
“Excellent,” Glacier said. “I have big plans.”
“What would those plans be?” asked a man wearing a suit.
“Hello, Clarence,” Glacier said. “How is my love?”
“I’m doing good. Congratulations on winning the tournament. So, what are your plans?”
“Having scientists work for me and falling in love with a mortal is getting involved in mortal affairs, which is breaking a deity rule. I will use this machine to turn back time and make sure we don’t make that rule. It will be easier than cutting through all that red tape. After that, I will form a plan to take over Oberon.”
Clarence looked at the machine. “Is that the project you’ve been working on?” he asked.
The machine that Clarence was referring to looked like an aqua-colored, metal trailer. Instead of windows, it had a screen. It also had a door and it had two arrow-shaped lights. One light pointed to the left, while the other pointed to the right.
“Yes, and it finally works,” Glacier said.
“What do you call it?” Clarence asked.
“I’ll call it a reality engine.”
Planet Oberon is divided into different countries.
Glacier had a meeting with Oural, who is the president of a country called Libertas.
“I’ll cut to the chance,” President Oural said. “On behalf of all of our world leaders, we have evidence that you are abusing the power of the reality engine.”
“What is this evidence?” Glacier asked.
“There have been several cases of experiencing déjà vu as well as the Mandela effect. Speaking of which, as I recall, you were always legally recognized as a deity throughout most of your life. But apparently, for the past 10 years or so, you’ve have been declared legally moral.”
“And that’s why I’ve become the leader of the great country of Kratos. Anyway, you don’t have any proof that I did anything. It’s all one big coincidence.”
“Either way, our two countries already had a war, we don’t want another one.”
“Yes. I remember. Both countries fought over oil; a war that you started. I remember all the bullets flying in multiple directions, fighter ships crashing and burning, buildings exploding, and so many were people screaming in agony. Good times.”
“I propose a tournament. Both countries send both of their best fighters to compete. The winning country gets control of the reality engine.”
“Glacier, this might be a good idea,” Clarence said. “Think about it. We could put this tournament on pay-per-view. It would really help the economy.”
Glacier sat down in silence for a moment.
“If this tournament is successful, it could be a part of an international conflict resolution act,” President Oural said.”
“I’ll agree to the tournament under the following conditions,” Glacier said.
“First, I want the tournament to take place and to be officiated from people outside of Libertas and Kratos. Secondly, I want this tournament to be broadcasted on pay-per-view. Finally, I want every federal leader on Oberon to approve of this tournament. Until then, I’ll keep the reality engine to myself.”
“You got a deal.”
Earth – 1983
Monica and Martha were twin sisters. Throughout her childhood, Monica kept insisting that she and Martha were from another planet. Eventually, Monica’s parents brought her to see a psychologist. One day, as Monica sat in an office, a tall man with glasses walked in.
“Hello, Monica,” the man said. “My name is Dr. Noble. But you call me Don. Anything you tell me will be between us. But if I think you’re going to hurt yourself, I’ll have to tell someone. Do you understand?”
Monica nodded her head.
“Excellent,” Dr. Noble said. “Your parents tell me that you and your sister are from a planet called Oberon. What can you tell me about that planet?”
“You won’t believe me,” Monica said. “Nobody does.”
“You don’t know that. The universe is such a large place. There’s no way Earth is the only planet that has intelligent life. So, what can you tell me about Oberon?”
“It has people, just like Earth. On Oberon, the grass is pink.”
“I see. How did you and Martha end up on Earth?”
“We played in a field one day, and we fell down a plot hole. That’s when we came to Earth.”
“Your parents adopted you and Martha, right?”
“Since your birth parents left you behind, do you feel like you don’t belong, like an alien?”
After a few therapy sessions, Monica stopped talking about Oberon. However, she had another issue to deal with, her sister.
Monica and Martha got along sometimes. But they didn’t most of the time.
Sometimes, Monica would get in trouble for that reason.
One night, at the age of 17, Martha got drunk at a party. She noticed a guy wearing a white button-up shirt, sitting on the couch.
“Hey, Emily,” Martha said. “Who’s that?”
“That’s Larry,” Emily said.
“I’ve never seen him around school before.”
“I think he’s from out around the bay somewhere.”
“He looks like a square. I’m going to talk to him.”
Martha stumbled to the couch and she fell into Larry’s lap.
“What are ya at?” Martha asked.
“This is it,” Larry said.
“Where are you from?”
“Not going tell me? Maybe this will this will change your mind.”
In a drunken stupor, Martha shoved her tongue down Larry’s throat. Eventually, Martha went up for some air.
“Where are you from?” Martha asked.
“Dildo,” Larry said
As soon as those words escaped Larry’s lips, Martha busted out laughing.
“This is why I didn’t want to tell you,” Larry said.
“Can you believe there’s a town with that name?” Martha asked.
As Martha continued to laugh hysterically, she tripped.
“What do you know,” Larry said. “You actually tripped over a cordless phone.”
At that point, Monica and Emily picked Martha up from the floor.
“Look who is it,” Martha said. “It’s my best friend, and my best sister.”
“Okay, time to take you home, drunky,” Monica said.
“You can’t be drinking and driving.”
“I’m the other twin. I mean, older twin. And I only had one drink. I’m driving.”
Monica ignored Martha as she and Emily brought her to the car.
“Don’t ignore me,” Martha said. “I had a lot to eat, so the food absorbs most of the beer. Give the keys.”
Monica continued to ignore Martha.
“I said, give me the fucking keys!” Martha yelled.
“No,” Monica said.
“You’re being a baby. Give me the keys!”
“I said no!”
As Monica drove home, Martha continued to annoy her.
“I asked you to do one thing, and you can’t do it,” Martha said.
“Don’t ask me to do anything for you again. Now, pull over and let me drive the rest of the way home. Are you going to let me drive?”
“For the last fucking time, no!” Monica yelled.
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that!”
Martha slapped Monica on the side of the head in a drunken rage. This caused Monica to crash the car into her parents’ garage door.
“Look what you did,” Martha said.
“Fuck you!” Monica said. “You hit me while I was fucking driving!”
Martha and Monica’s parents stormed out of the house.
“What the fuck,” their father said in quiet, yet shocked voice.
“Monica, what happened?” Martha and Monica’s mother asked.
As soon as their mother opened the driver door, the smell of alcohol disgusted her.
“You were drinking and driving!” their mother said.
“No, it’s not like that,” Monica said.
“You two get in the house!” their father said. “Now!”
Martha and Monica got out of the car. Monica walked in the house like she was walking the green mile. But Martha stumbled to the house in a drunken stupor.
As soon as Martha and Monica entered the house, they were about to go to their rooms. But their father ordered them to sit at the kitchen table.
“What the fuck were you two thinking, going to a party and drinking?” Martha and Monica’s father said. “You two are under age. What am I saying? You shouldn’t be drinking a driving anyway!”
“Ha, that rhymed,” Martha said. “You’re a poet and you don’t even realize it.”
“I wasn’t drinking,” Monica said. “Martha was drunk and I drove her home. I was the designated driver.”
“Why didn’t you stop her from drinking?”
“How could I?”
“You’re her sister!”
“You could have called, Monica,” Monica and Martha’s mother said.
“But I drove Martha home! I wasn’t drinking. I was being responsible.”
“You’re not responsible. If you were, you wouldn’t have gone to the party in the first place. I hope you two enjoyed yourselves, because you two will never drive the car again. Now, go to your rooms.”
“No good deed goes unpunished,” Monica said under her breath as she walked up the stairs.
The following Friday, Martha approached her parents, who were in the kitchen, reading the paper.
“Can I get a ride?” Martha asked.
“What for?” Martha’s father asked.
“I’m looking for a prom dress.”
“Can’t you take the bus?”
“The bus schedule sucks.”
“Who are you going with?” Martha’s mother asked.
“I don’t know yet,” Martha said. “Maybe nobody.”
“Monica! Can you come downstairs, please?”
Monica walked downstairs and entered the kitchen.
“Can you drive your sister?” their mother asked. “She needs to look for a
prom dress. So, you might as well do the same, assuming you’re going to the prom.”
“Does this mean I can drive again?” Monica asked.
“Yes. But only when we say you can. Since Martha was the one who drank, we’re not letting her drive ever again.”
“So you’re punishing me by making me drive Martha where she wants, even though I was being responsible.”
“You crashed the car.”
“That’s because Martha hit me while I was driving!”
“I don’t want to hear it!” their father said. “Drive your sister where she needs to go.”
“Fine then. I’ll be in the car.”
A few minutes later, Monica and Martha took off.
“So, who was that guy you were talking to last week?” Monica asked.
“His name’s Larry.”
“I just met him. He seems like a square.”
“The prom is in a few weeks. Why don’t you ask him to go with you?”
“Maybe. Hey, can you turn left at the next intersection?”
Monica turned left.
“Pull over,” Martha said.
Monica pulled over in front of a dilapidated house.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Martha said as she got out of the car. She returned five minutes later.
“What was that about?” Monica asked.
“I owed Emily some money,” Martha said.
“But that’s not Emily’s house.”
“I meant to say Rob.”
Monica noticed something hanging out of Martha’s pocket.
“What’s in your pocket?” Monica asked.
“None of your business,” Martha said. “I need to look for a prom dress.”
Monica drove Martha to a local boutique. When Martha entered the boutique, she saw Larry once again.
“Hey, Larry,” Martha said.
“Hey,” Larry said. “Uh…I didn’t get your name.”
“It’s Martha. What are you doing here?”
“I’m looking for tux for the prom.”
“We go to the same school, don’t we?”
“Are you going to the prom with anybody?”
“No. Are you?”
“No. Want to go with me?”
“Really? We don’t even know each other.”
“So what? It’s just the prom.”
“Sure, why not?”
“Wicket. Anyway, I need to look for a prom dress.”