Defender

Playing with Time can be funny. Go back in time, and change a minor detail...someone's parents never met, hence they were never born.

Ixtol, Lord of Prime, led his troops down the Road between worlds, to a tidepool universe that should have, would have, no, WILL BE under his control since long ago. The defender had been rendered never-existent.

He paused, and keyed the tuner that opened the gate, and ran his tongue over sharpened teeth.

With a shimmer of spacetime, the possible became now.

They were arrayed on a plain. The sky was deep red, and his troops stared in awe, armored knight and cybrid infantry alike. Indeed, this world, and the rest of it's reality, would be a fine conquest.

There was a flash of purple thunder. On the horizon stood a lone figure, clad only in argent light.

Ixtol screamed! "No! You never WERE!"

The defender swept a lock of hair from her face. "What is the nature of existence? Do the same cells that gave birth to you exist? How many molecules are a part of you now that were not a decade ago?

"We are ripples on the sea of Time. We are information.

"And Time has a very long memory."

The gate had closed, like a clap of vengeance.

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