Also a Fairytale

Dimension of Project Wolf

Dominic opened his eyes and looked around. He was no longer in the tunnel again. There was a deep growl behind him, like a werewolf. He turned toward the sound, but was not afraid. He had seen the werewolf more than once in his visions. “To save everything, you must be with Angel.” The growling hadn't stopped, but a man emerged. A man he had never seen.

“Who is Angel, and who are you?” He was a muscular man but he continued to growl. “A little boy innocently hanging out in my private estate? No one knows this location!”

“You're not Booth.” This was not the wolf Dominic should have been seeing. “I don't know you, who are you?” Why had he been brought to him?

“I am Hero,” the man said. “Tell me how you made it in here.”

“I am traveling through dimensions. I have news I am supposed to share.” Dominic bit his lip. “I know how to stop the apocalypse, but you're not involved.”

“A boy. Blue and transparent.” The man began to bend down and transformed into a wolf. A white wolf. “Are you really trying the excuse of being am Apocalypse Child?”

“A white wolf.” Dominic pointed toward him. “You are a white wolf.”

“I am the only white wolf left,” he said as he approached Dominic closer. “For being near a wolf, you are brave.”

“Not much to fear. I'm probably already dead.” Dominic reached his hand out toward the wolf. “I have to warn everyone involved, or everything is over. The ending will come to everything.”

The wolf slowly crept closer. He bared his fangs, still not trusting him. “Then what are you doing here?”

There was only one white wolf that had existed. Dominic had only briefly seen him. He was related to Booth, the wolf that needed to be with Angel. “You are the good project that got away. Y.”

“I am.” The wolf stopped baring his fangs as much. “How did you know that? Only projects know that, and you are no project. You resemble more of a ghost.”

A ghost. Dominic looked at his hands. “I see in shades of blue, so I can't tell. Am I . . .a blue ghost?”

“For the color, you are blue as much as I am white.” The wolf reached his paw out briefly and touched him. “The dead can't be touched though, you are not a real ghost.” The wolf backed away and sat on its haunches. “I see sadness behind your eyes. You are trying not to let tears fall.”

Dominic rubbed his eyes. He wasn't dead. “You used the word project. No one uses that.” He looked straight at the wolf, concentrating. Kansas was gone, and Cheryl was gone. His life as Dominic Closin was gone. In that way, he was dead. The only thing that mattered was this moment. “I know who you are.” He was Booth's father. This was not the dimension under trouble. Time had taken him backward.

Was there such a thing as time though for him? He was prophesied, but this wolf had heard of him. He was a fairytale himself.

An Apocalypse Child. The boy who had to share the truth. He was crossing into different moments in time as well as dimensions. Booth. The wolf of anger, wanting revenge and justice for his world. It would be Angel that was taken into his world. Booth had been born over there. “You need to go to the other side.”

“What other side?” the white wolf asked. “Apocalypse Child, I am Hero. I do not appreciate others coming into my home. Unless you have pressing news to tell me, you should leave.”

He should. How? He didn't move himself. He faded away, went through a strange tunnel, and appeared there. He had no control over the movement. “I don't choose, I simply appear.”

“You need to appear out of here,” the white wolf answered. “I know you are a young boy, but this is my domain. No one comes here.”

“I don't appear for no good reason. I'm here for something.” He scratched his head. “Come on, Dominic, figure it out.” He saw the future of his dimension, he saw other dimensions, and he even saw himself going into the dimension holes. He was supposed to have answers, not lack them. Why was he here with Booth's father? “One day, you're going to find your way to another dimension.” He couldn't tell him how. He only knew Booth was born in the original wolf dimension.

He needed to be.

“How will I do that?”

“I can't tell you much.” Dominic shrugged. “Through a strange woman.” After he said that, he felt himself become lighter again. He felt himself fading away, that dimension was disappearing from him.

Now it made sense. Booth would not be destined to be born if Hero did not find the right tigerwolf and cross over. Without Booth, there would be no match. With no match, no hope.

Right now, Booth didn't even exist.

Hopefully, Hero found the tigerwolf . . .

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DIMENSION: APOCALYPSE MOON

It was time. The day she had to leave. All of her training had been for this very moment. Apocalypse Child watched a dimensional portal hole appear before her. They often appeared in similar places, and in years past, a stand and a ceremony were added too when a new whole would appear.

People threw out praise and worship toward her while she stared at the black and inky purple pulsating clouds, swirling in and out of it. Beyond that would be the gateway to a new dimension where she must begin.

She touched her arm. A special watch designed to keep track of her time, instead of the time around her, hung on her wrist. In her pocket, she kept a spare for if something happened to it.

“Remember,” her mentor said to her one last time. “Never associate with your counterpart. You are not evil; you are simply following your duties. Do what is necessary. You are following the path of righteousness, even if it is soaked in blood.”

She understood what that meant. By any means, she should perform her duty. He did not have to give her that as a last shout out, it was worthless. This was all written inside of her, inscribed into her by instinct. No matter what small acts she performed, they were for the good of all.

“Now, Apocalypse Child,” her mentor called loudly one last time. “You have now attained maturity in your people's eyes. Your name of choice.”

Name. She watched the portal, making sure nothing sailed through. She was the first to get to choose.

A choice. It was a strange feeling. She wasn't used to choice. It would have Apocalypse in front of it, but the last part was hers to . . . choose. Her choice would confirm what her opposite would be called. She could be called Apocalypse Shadow and the other would be Apocalypse Light. Apocalypse Vinegar would leave the other as Apocalypse Oil.

The names would be counterpart of each other. “Apocalypse Mistress,” she stated. Mistress was a strong name, denoted wisdom for her. Skill. Reputation.

As she said that though, something had flung out of the portal. It drifted into the air and slowly came into her hand. It had been too late.

And of all the things it could have said that her counterpart picked?

Apocalypse Sun. That left her with Apocalypse Moon. That. That.

No one made a different sound, nor did anyone sound disappointed. Even her mentor kept his grace.

“Enter, Apocalypse Moon.”

With that, she begin the long, arduous journey. She stepped into the dimensional portal hole.

* * *

Time had started to pass. She performed her tasks as best as she could, and had no problems so far. She was now on lover 21. It would be more difficult this time, this entity that she must speak to had great power.

Great power. Known as Nightmare King, other dimensions knew of him better as the Boogeyman. The power to walk into people's dreams would scare most away from associating with him, but he was bonding too close to a faerie.

Nightmare King already had so much power that anyone with any power bonding with him would tip the balance. She waited there, dagger in hand. She did not plan on using it, but she may have to defend herself.

It sensed her presence as she called out to it from it's murky darkness, hidden deep within a barren wasteland. She followed her previous steps, giving him the message that he could not be with a faerie or anyone with real power. It wasn't allowed.

If it fussed, she would give him a barren serum to give to the faerie. If its power was stripped away, then it would be okay. The normal. The usual routine.

As her own senses seemed to pick up before she even came though, he did not go down easy.