I originally had a regular, normal, boring, uneventful life. From waking in the morning, making breakfast, going to work, then returning home to spend what little time I had available to play video games or watch TV before retiring for the night.

That is the routine for almost all humans in a normal world. Well, I for one have had enough of this cruel, unchanging, colorless world. So I decided to leave it all behind one day. My name is Sora Anderson, and this is my story.

Why did I decide to do that? Leave humanity and planet earth? Well when I was born, I was put into an orphanage. When the orphanage found me all they found was me wrapped in a blanket in a basket with a note on me. The note said my father was in the army but later died and there was nothing about my mother. There was also a small not telling the orphanage to take care of me. And thats what they did.

Over seven years I was being raised by the orphanage and making some great friends. When I was growing up I made eight friends that were a little older than me that I saw like family. They had to leave because they were adopted and I missed them very much. I was later adopted by a nice family and I was very happy there. I had everything I could ever want as a child. I had a loving mother, a caring father and a sister who was ten years older than me. But it was too good to last. One day, we were walking in town and enjoying a beautiful rainbow that could be seen for miles that looked like a sonic boom, then tragedy struck, plunged my life into a spiraling mess of despair and hardship. At the age of ten, when my mother was spending time with me, in the capital, a speeding car hit her and sped away.

It was then that I held my mom's broken body in my arms, shaking her over and over again while trying to call her back to reality. All the while trying to stop the bleeding. But it was all for nought. After a few minutes, my mother took her last breath and died in my arms. Even later, when the paramedics arrived, they had to pry her cold body from me. I was in a state of shock, unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation, my body covered in crimson. My mother was dead, but I couldn't believe it, I couldn't understand it. Death is something in the stories, a pinnacle event where the character is no longer in the story. When my family heard the news, they too were unable to comprehend as well.

After the funeral, things didn't get any better, they simply got worse. My world came crashing down when dad lost his job and soon found himself comforted by the warm embrace of alcohol. My sister, Jullie, started to ignore me and began to hang out with undesirable people, thugs, gangsters and drug-fueled individuals. She later began to use drugs, hard drugs, to pass her time and her money.

I still loved her and she I, but most of the time I had to help her with coping with the loss, needless to say, I helped, but I was only eleven, and she a grown adult, we both dealt the situation better. Dad blamed me for the death of mum, sometimes he would beat me up to a bloody pulp in his alcoholic state, the attacks sudden and quick, ending when blood would only just begin to coat his knuckles.

I endured all of this for five years, five long, painful years, and when I couldn't handle it anymore, I left, left everything and everyone behind. My home was now a rundown apartment block at the capital that was far from anything like my family's suburban house but to me, it was a start, a start of something better. I earned money by working at the local shopping mall, where I spend most of my day as an assistant for the management who owned the complex, mountains and mountains of paperwork becoming my purpose.

The three three years after, things were starting to look great, I actually managed to impress enough people and earn enough respect that I became the general manager of the shopping mall, and with that, the opportunity to propel my life even further. I was even considering the option of pursuing a business or commerce degree at college, the higher-ups were willing to sponsor me once I was old enough.

That didn't mean that I did not miss mother, I still haven't forgotten that incident. Some night's I mourned for her death and occasionally had nightmares on the of the chance I would dream. Dream of crimson, and death.

One day while browsing through the channels of my TV, I stumbled upon a show called "My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic". At first, I watched the show just to pass the time when nothing good was on. And later on, began to love every second of it. I even wished to spend the rest of my life in the world where I would never again be alone and will always be surrounded by friends. Where every day was an adventure filled in a colorful and lively world.

Each day I lived with the hope for a better tomorrow, while I would spend each waking moment, in reality, rebuilding my world little by little with hard work and a little elbow grease. However, when I turned eighteen, another tragedy struck me, I found out about the death of my sister, through my father, who informed me a week after the event, and only called because he 'remembered' to tell me.

My sister and I had become even more distant after I moved, and left my father. But I still loved and cared for her, always trying to contact her when I could. I had even saved up a decent sum of money to get my sister the help she needs and to get back on her feet.

According to the information, the information I had to get from the local police station, who gave more shits for my sister's death than my own father, while my sister was with one of her gangs, hanging out and probably doing drugs, a rival gang appeared. Not much is known what initially happened, how it escalated, but words became fists, and fists became guns, knives and bludgeons. They started killing each other, and in the end, my sister was among those who had died.

My heart broke, all of my kindness was replaced with unbridled fury. Anger towards the world that allowed these atrocities to happen to innocent people, who did not deserve such pain. Anger towards the people that had taken away those I loved. And anger towards myself, for being powerless and weak to save those I cared about.

I loathed myself because of this, enough that I wanted to put a bullet in my head. But again, I was too weak to do the deed. Pathetic enough that I second guessed myself. Afraid of the afterlife, that probably didn't even exist.

I remembered the time working in the shopping mall, I had heard some rumors about people disappearing during conventions. Some of these people I had actually met, and even knew. Janitors stressed out managers and crew members that worked at the dozens of stores in the shopping center, and just random people I came to meet as my life progressed. All vanishing one after the other with no trace.

I thought about this for days afterwards. And came to the realization, if someone can vanish, disappear, then I can. It was then that I withdrew thousands of dollars from my savings, almost all I had. To me, if the rumors are correct their disappeared is the result of purchasing cosplay and related material. This item then would make the person vanish from the convention, while the person who would sell the item would as well, leaving nought but a memory on the individuals who witness the phenomenon. To vanish would bring opportunity, I hoped. I could find refuge perhaps or at least peace. There was really nothing to lose, I had nothing but mild memories of happiness and times long gone holding me to this place, and I was too weak to stick the barrel of a gun in my mouth.

I went to the convention dressed up as Vegito form Dragon ball Z/Super/Absalon. Why ? Cause it's the most powerful character in his opinion in the series also it looked cool and badass.

When I got to the convention center, I saw people moving around wearing different cosplay, from anime, movies, games, comics and televisions. Stores selling and promoting all sorts of things that my fat wallet was thirsting for. But I was not interested in that stuff, I had a mission. After searching for hours, combing the convention center for anyone who would be remotely connected to the rumors, my effort paid off.

I found a shady store with a shady individual working at it who resembled "The Merchant" from the game "Resident Evil" patiently waiting, calmly tapping the glass counter he stood behind, his sky blue eyes staring at me as I glanced upon his.

He waved me over to come to his shop, a shop devoid of any life besides the merchant, the few shops that were set up around him empty and bare, as if no one who had bought the space had even shown. I complied with his wish, and when I got close enough, he made a little bow before rising to speak with me.

"Well hello my friend, I am sorry to take time out of your day, but is seems like your searching for something" he stated his eyes unblinking. "Perhaps something to complete your costume and a few other stuff, or maybe something... else."

I stood there, looking at the merchant for a few seconds, my face stoic and the cogs of my mind slowly considering if this was what I sought. While still considering my attention fell on the goods he was selling. There were several different items on display, whether in the glass counter or the glass shelves that surrounded me, but there were only a few that caught my interest.

I replied each word I considered with scrutiny, "Yes my good man, I see that you have a magnificent collection of items and I'm considering purchasing a few of them".

The merchant's eyes lit with glee and his fingers slowly drumming against the glass. He followed my vision to a bunch of his items that rested on the glass counter and the wall right behind him. He let out a long sigh, and my eyes turned up to see him slowly withdraw a piece of paper from his tattered trench coat.

"It will be $60,000 dollars, sir" he announced as he placed it on the counter-top, and heading towards the nearest shelf to my right.

"For all of this stuff?" I asked.

"For all you're getting plus more along the way, the items that you wish to embark your journey on" he replied

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

He ignored me while placing more of the figures in a bag.I picked up the paper and on its surface was a list, and it read:

-Natsu's scarf
-Fairy Tail Necklace
-Pokeball
-Chaotic scanner
-Avatar bending symbols
-Aladdin's staff
-Aladdin's flute
-Asta's grimoire
-Yuno's grimoire
-King's spear
-Meliodas's sword
-Ban's staff
-Merlin's Orb
-Diane's Hammer
-Gowther's bows
-Guila's rapier
-Howzer's lance
-Gilthunder's flamberge
-Duel disk
-Chest of bakugan figures
-Street sharks figures
-Extreme dinosaur figures
-Potoro earrings
-Toriko armband
-Coco's waist cloth
-Sunny's leg band
-Zebra's indigo coat
-Yosaku's wooden cigar
-Jiro's knocking gun
-Captain Marvel’s cape
-Kagetane's mask
-Leonardo's All Seeing Eyes of God
-Luffy's hat
-One Piece necklace
-Vergo's gloves
-Naruto headband
-Madara's eye contacts
-Discord's lion glove
-Smooze's Hat and Bowtie
-James Heller's Prototype virus phial
-Tokyo Ghoul kagune phail
-Shadow’s golden bracelets

My eyes shot up in surprise, those items were everything that I was going to buy. I looked at the merchant with eyes filled with astonishment and he casually remarked as the last items were placed on the counter-top in a line and got behind the cash register.

"Usually people don't seek me out, and usually they only take items related to one world. You, on the other hand, seek the abilities of many and sought me out. What a strange person".

It was then I realized, this was the person, this was the individual I was looking for. If I was unsure before I was sure as hell sure now. Without stopping, I had literally handed my wallet, or more correctly a wad of paper money with my wallet barely wrapped around it. As the money was exchanged, the fruits of my labor exchanged for trinkets, the merchant eyes of happiness fell into despair as he realized he would have to count five hundred $100 notes. But he still accepted it and began to go through the money.

"So where am I going? What happens now?" I ask with uncertainty.

The merchant eyes quickly glanced up to look at me with critical eyes, before going back to count the money. "You know where you're going" he revealed cryptically, "and what happens, even I don't know".

After a few more moments of counting satisfied with the money on hand, he stuffed it into the cash register after the cash register closed he passed Sora the items he had bought also after putting on the earrings he felt intense pain shot across his body, he wanted to scream but the pain was too much and he slowly started to black out, but not before he saw the merchant giving him a smile and waving goodbye to him and saying "Enjoy your new life !" Sora was confused from what he said then he snapped his fingers then intense pain shot through his body as he felt his body changing, he felt something growing from his back. Then Sora passed out.

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White Void

I was slowly opening my eyes and what I saw surprised me. The whole around me was white. There was nothing around except me. I could walk for hours and feel like I haven't moved an inch. I was starting to freakout that I maybe stuck here forever. A voice came from behind me that calmed me down. "Calm down little one, you are not in any danger." I looked to behind me to see where that voice came from. A bright light came out of nowhere and covered the entire area. When the light subsided I uncovered my eyes. I saw something that would make anyone jump out of their shoes. In front of me were 8 dragons. One was a large red dragon with red scales that cover its entire body.

A dragon with scales made entirely of metal with black eyes and wings made of metal.

A dragon that looked like it was a female dragon. It had white skin and its wings had feathers like they were on a bird.

A dragon that was just as white as the last dragon. It has white scales and long white hair that went along its face that makes it look hundreds of years old.

A dragon that is dark as the night. It looked like it was a moving shadow with red eyes and moving black hair on its head.

A dragon that had scales entirely made of rocks. The rocky scales went from the top of the dragon's head down his back to the tip of its tail.

A dragon with blue scales that looked like it could be on a fish. It had a bunch of body parts that are the same as a creature of aquatic life.

And the last dragon was a long white scaled dragon with large white wings. It had a long body like a serpent.

"Who are all of you?" I asked in a worried tone.

The red dragon first. "I am Igneel, the fire dragon."

The metal dragon said, "I am Metalicana the iron dragon."

The white dragon with feathers said, "I am Grandine the sky dragon."

The white dragon with the beard said, "I am Weisslogia the white dragon."

The black dragon said, "I am Skiadrum the shadow dragon."

The rock dragon said sounding like a female, "I am Endeem the cavern dragon.

The fish-like dragon said, "I am Palax the Sea King dragon."

The serpent-like dragon said, "I am Golos the gale dragon."

"Okay, so what do you all want?" I asked.

"We want to give you the magic called Dragon Slayer magic." Grandine said which took me by surprise. They want to teach me a type of magic that could slayer a dragon.

"Why do you want to give me that type of magic?" I asked.

"The dimension you will be entering will have many challenges you will face." Weisslogia said.

"And this magic may be useful on your journey." Skiadrum said finishing the sentence.

"But what about the effect that could turn me into a dragon and shouldn't that type of magic go to someone you're familiar with like family?" I asked.

"The issue of turning into a dragon is fine because our spirits will be inside of you to keep that from happening." Palax said.

"And as for family, we already see you as family." Grandine said.

"Really?" I asked finding that unbelievable.

"We wouldn't be giving you this magic if we didn't see you as our son." Metallica said.

I couldn't believe that all of these dragons actually see me as family. When I look at them they remind me of those friends I saw as my family while growing up in an orphanage. It even made me look back on my old family before everything bad happened to them. I shedded a few tears for all of my pasts memories but I wiped those tears out of my face.

"Are you okay?" Grandine asked in a worried tone.

"Yes I'm fine. I was just remembering a couple of things from my past." I said composing myself. "How do you give me this type of magic?"

Igneel said, "Just stand still we transfer or magic inside of you. When we transfer our magic inside you, our spirits will go along side them. We will also be transfer the lacrimas for the Lightning and Poison dragon slayer magic inside you." That last statement confused me but I pushed it aside until I wake up.

The dragons got near me and I started glowing. I was feeling strange as something inside me was changing. It must be the type of lost magic. As the magic was entering my body I was feeling the same sensation I felt when I was with the merchant. When the dragons were done with the magical transfer, I lied down on the ground feeling my eyes starting to close.

"I'm telling you to be careful." Igneel said. "Power attracts power, power attracts enemies, and don't let those enemies underestimate you."

As soon as he had finished, my eyes closed and everything went dark.

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