The Prophecy of Apocalypse Sun

They were inside the other dimension. Guyver had been there before, but he never had the key to the queen's records. A filing cabinet had been brought from the other side to organize everything, and the key to it all was what Mitch threw to him. “Mitch closed down the Dark Water portal, we'll have to figure out which one belongs to it.”

“So we are going to hop into one to figure it out?” Cheryl asked as she pointed to all of the dimension holes. “Any of these. . .thousands? How can this be a single room?”

The first time he came there, Guyver was overwhelmed too. There were thousands of dimensional holes in that room, extending a long way out. “DIM believes it's a dimension of its own, created by the queen with her magic. We could try any, except the first two.”

“Why?”

“They'd been tested. Results weren't good.” He couldn't sugarcoat it, there was a chance they could end up in a worse dimension. “I watched my teammates skeletons get spewed back over. The other two portals we tried never had any returns, but I don't expect every dimension to have an easy way out. Dark Water is the only safe passage we know of.”

“It's okay.” Dominic jiggled his sister's hand. “We're supposed to do this. We need to warn the others who don't know.”

“Who doesn't know?” Guyver asked.

“The tattooed woman doesn't know yet, and neither does the wolf.” Dominic looked back up at his mother. “The tree guy, the non-mermaid, what about all of them?”

“Tattooed woman?” Guyver bent down on one knee to be level with him. “I didn't see any of those in your drawings.”

“I can't draw everyone, just the ones I see more than others.” Dominic shrugged. “Sorry, Guyver.”

“It's okay. Could you describe the dimensions?”

“One has wolves.” Dominic put his finger to his mouth. “The main guy, he is a wolf human. He is always fighting others, but they're bad. There is a woman though that he can't win against.”

Definitely another dimension they didn't know. “What about the other. The tattooed woman?”

“She isn't sad yet. She doesn't even know him yet.” Dominic smiled at Guyver. “Life is still good there. It is in many places.”

“Anyone else?”

“A woman with a tree man, one sucked into a deadly game, the mafia man, and a mermaid who isn't a mermaid. There are several places, Guyver,” Dominic said. “I only focus on the ones shown to me the most.”

Oh, that was a lot. Guyver tried to count on his fingers. Mitch still didn't bother telling him how they were supposed to help. Getting away from Dominic, Guyver headed back to the filing cabinet. He prayed what he needed was in there, or this was the end. When he opened it, he saw the old scans, translations and pictures. There were more than he could count. Pulling out some papers on top he began to read.

“A scarecrow riding steel of fire with a witch, and a man stealing a bride from water. A ridiculed man in a fairytale with a woman of fancy means.” The queen had pinpointed some, but there were so many papers.

If she had already identified who was needed, then what were Dominic's visions for? Guyver dug deeper, trying to figure out the puzzle. What had been needed from these other dimensions to stop this?

Then he saw a handwritten note. From Mitch.

Tell her I'm sorry, DIM did what it could. Look for prophecy 19, drawer B.

Good luck.

What the hell? Did Mitch actually use the words sorry? Re-energized Guyver opened up drawer B and looked through the files until he hit a folder labeled prophecy 19.

He used words that he normally would never use in front of a twelve year old, but they kept flowing through like venom. He was not surprised as Cheryl covered up the boy's ears.

Cheryl didn't move her hands from Dominic's ears until Guyver came over. His strut was brisk, on a mission, yet a weary approach.

“Sorry. I am sorry.” He handed the paper to Cheryl. “I am so, so sorry, Cheryl Closin.”

Cheryl read the paper.

The Apocalypse Sun born of no one shall give hope with his guiding death. They can rise, but without one, they will all fall.

This was Dominic? “Apocalypse Sun?” Cheryl watched Dominic flinch at the words. She turned her head to Guyver and whispered softly. “That's not Dominic. It said born of no one.”

“Was there a video of his birth? Did you see pictures when he was first born? Did you go to the hospital with your family?” Guyver looked toward Dominic, but continued to whisper. “Are you sure he's your brother?”

“Dominic is not this Apocalyptse Sun.” Cheryl tried to keep her voice low. “He couldn't be.”

“He sees visions,” Guyver reminded her. “Maybe your mother was just a carrier. Like a surrogate mother.”

“A carrier? Not the mother, but a carrier?” Cheryl wanted to slug him. “He is my brother. He is not some mystical being here to save everyone. He's a twelve-year-old boy who is going to have a late supper tonight.”

“It's a prophecy by the wicked witch of Snow White's dimension.”

“Screw the prophecy and that witch!” Cheryl seethed. “Why should I trust some witch anyhow? She's a murderer.”

“She had an extremely fatal flaw on wanting to be the prettiest around,” Guyver acknowledged. “She wanted knowledge. She was called a witch for a reason. All-knowing, she wanted to be that. The best around. Best in smarts. Best in magic. Best in beauty. Losing any of them would devastate her.”

“Smarts and magic?”

“Not every fairytale is told correctly. When she couldn't win, she casted a curse on her dimension, but it doesn't change the fact she had magic and knowledge.” Guyver gestured toward Dominic, who had already been looking back at him.

“Make believe.” Cheryl turned away and went back toward her brother. No prophecy was taking her brother away. “Dominic, move away from the portals.”

“It's not right.” Dominic moved away, but moved past his sister. “Something's wrong.”

“Mitch said sorry. He never says sorry.” Guyver said as he came closer to them. “He didn't even say sorry to his mother when his father died.”

Cheryl turned away again. “Shut it.” She tried to touch Dominic's shoulder, but he shrugged her off.

“No.” Dominic turned his attention and looked toward his sister. A straight gaze, full of honest truth she didn't want to see. “I heard what you've been saying. I'm not your brother.”

“You are. Don't believe that,” Cheryl said as she tried to touch his shoulder again. “Bonding is thicker than blood, even if you aren't. I have always been with you. You are my brother.”

“Guyver.” Dominic moved past his sister, seeking no comfort she wanted to give. “Tell me about that paper.”

Guyver looked toward Cheryl a moment, but brought his eyes back to her brother. He approached him and handed him the paper. “Beings need to be born in different dimensions. You'd have to lead them, if you are Apocalypse Sun.”

“His death would accomplish nothing!” Cheryl shouted at Guyver. She turned to her brother, pleading with her eyes wet with tears. “Don't believe.”

Dominic sat on the ground, and didn’t say another word as he stared at the paper. Cheryl sat beside him. Guyver waited some time, thinking about the next step.

DIM had been established for some time, maybe it withstood the dragons? Guyver moved toward the portal to his world again. “I’m going to see if the coast is clear.” Neither Dominic nor Cheryl said a word.