Warrior Wars Part 1

Dimensions start at the tip of a point where a line such as L can form. The point where the line forms a ninety degree angle refers to the WA or Warriors Arena. The watchers or lookers of this rare dimension represent earths of unique quality with people that understand what it means to be part of the universe. Thus, the L is a representation of multiple dimensions. The point where the L's two points meet is in real life literally a sparkling circle of light where many go into to arrive into a narrow circle where the arena is now shaped like O but more oval and with the edges cut to admit customers and even participate in the Warrior Wars.

Now, here we have a confusing concept to anyone who is willing to accept which is this: Earths other than our own exist. For very few this is only hard to grasp because they don't have time to go to the arena but have family members that have gone and brought back parting gifts. Also, they mistake travel between different earths or dimensions as time-travel. This isn't some idiotic plot to unravel the universe and then ravel it again or, in much simpler wording, put it back together. As it has been a real hassle to even be convinced to tell the story of Warrior wars and different dimensions and such, it would have been rather more annoying and a lengthy pain to try and explain the time I time traveled, saved one world, the earth, "the world" to some, and then put it all back together again. No one believes me now, anyway but it did happen. I was there.

In any case, the point was that dimensions do exist. Otherwise, one couldn't fathom at the beauty of the Warrior's Arena. Here's why. In the year whatever two-or-three-thousand-something, dimensional traveler's really have trouble with the concept of time, the official council was formed. Now, let's think why this happened.

You had dimensional travelers at first. People who could travel between dimensions. What could you do with that? Well, for one, you could bring whatever was in another earth to your earth and anything from your earth could be taken away to those earths. Some of these travelers were nice. They liked the simple things. They would take their wives or whoever they chose as a partner to other dimensions unlike their own, sometimes to what we now refer to as Paradise Earths or earths without the nasty bits of politics and wars. There were approximately six thousand paradise earths last I checked the list. Of course, the list is populated by different travelers and some people's idea of "paradise" is not exactly all that well-placed. However, then, you had the evil travelers, who intended to create wars or deceive people or steal gold, as it was then evident that if you stole money from different earths, it would be useless to you in other earths (different president's on the bills and blue bills and other stuff like that). This formed what was in the past known as The Council, a form of organized crime for travelers. The Council would manipulate all travelers into thinking that they knew what was right for people and even established base on what they called a "real" earth, an earth that travelers could easily travel to no matter what. What happened was that they were attracting the travelers by using a rare item called the Traveler's Magnet, a signal-style device which emits the same traveling wavelength across the known universe and makes travelers eventually travel to it. So no matter how much time passed, The Council began to grow in numbers and in evil because of its ruse. Yet, somehow about twenty years after it was established, it's now unclear to me, The Council got disbanded. What happened, then, was that the universe was left with multiple roaming, evil and good, travelers. Eventually, an underground unofficial council working for the side of good during that time, then, known as the Elders, reformed a council of their own. They became known as The Final Legion. Instead of leading travelers to their earth, they began to send out travelers of their own known as Agents to enforce and let people know of the Rules of Conduct. At that time, this caused much confusion as there was something going on, the universe was being destroyed or something, too many travelers doing bad things or whatever, but eventually everyone got down to realizing that the rules were right. As for the universe being destroyed, an event of universal-cause-and-effect which happens only once in a trillion or more years seemed to have repaired damage to the holes caused by the evil travelers who were, at that time, vanquished by an unknown force (I don't know, maybe it was a real good-looking guy with a light saber). It is said that this event even repaired negative effects of the Big Bang, not that anyone believed it, as many earths tended to believe the universe was created out of a dense matter called the A through Z atom, which itself is created by life and that life was always and will always be. It's so much less complicated than the big bang theory that the idiots from all these different earths chose to accept it, rather than start reading a bunch of lengthy books (similar to this story) on the subject. Next, is what we all came here for. The Final Legion finally got those dope-headed traveler's straight with their rules. The Agents were in a sense successful yet people were still being evil. It was a talent they had. You give people limitless traveling power, they tend to want to use it. In any case, in order to resolve or reduce the number of incidents caused by rogue travelers which the Agents somehow couldn't catch, the council formed the Warriors Arena. First, it was just a ruse concocted by the great Luther Greenford, an elder, to bring forth the mightiest travelers in one place and just place them in a jail cell and throw away the key. This didn't seem like a good idea to The Final Legion, as it was then necessary to keep traveling guards in order to keep in the travelers and people with traveling powers tended to get edgy if they didn't travel. Then, they actually tried to build a warrior's arena but it ended up looking like a K-mart parking lot with a bunch of green thrash cans surrounding it in a wide five-mile circle where they put benches on top of. No one liked this. In particular, because of the smell but the flies were a problem too. The Final Legion, now realizing that they were not experts in building arenas actually used their traveling powers to bring in people who built actual arenas in other earths. These were mostly slaves. Offended by this, a lot of travelers began to complain. The Final Legion solved this by offering to pay the slaves and have them choose a piece of land in the planet where the arena was being built where they could make whatever they wanted. For the typical slave, not being a slave sounded like a damn good idea, money or no money. Others wanted more. They asked for women. They asked for cars. They asked for phones (Ironically, you can't use text-messages in the warrior's arena, later to be discussed). In order to get rid of the heartache that was evil time travelers, The Final Legion agreed to every damn idiotic demand the slaves made, so that to this day travelers are slaves to the slaves, in that they constantly have to travel to another earth to meet some new idiotic demand made by the slaves. The Warriors arena required maintenance, after all. The Final Legion managed to solve this, too. Travelers now have on-call signal-detectors, which rotate at different times. When the red signal light beeps, it means that the Final Legion requires them to acquire something special for them. It usually ends up in the hands of an arena ex-slave slave (for they are slaves to the arena but get paid) . The Final Legion really wanted evil out of the universe, let me say. I know because it's been the seventh time this month I've had to travel to some tropical earth to get a bag full of dried pineapples for these gits. Anyway, so a hundred years ago, the arena was finally built.

It's, to say the least, the biggest achievement in the universe since, well, either the library of Alexandria or the great temple palace of Wen, where a pond surrounded a waterfall on the way to Wen's room and on either side of the temple one saw live lions eating other animals. They really can't outrun the cheetahs but neither could we, so there's a little bit of a benefit in being a traveler at Wen's palace. In fact, none-travelers should probably not take the tour or bring really big cat repellent. In any case, Wen's palace pales in comparison to the Warrior's Arena. It has a stadium so wide that sometimes there's actual empty seats (hundreds of thousands to millions of people show up to watch). The front doors are emerald to the eye, a trick of reflecting paint acquired from some earth long ago. No one remembers or bothered to note down the earth's location. These are big fifty-foot doors with a crack across the front. This was said to have been the work of a well-known traveler known as Billy V. but most jokingly refer to him as Billy the Kid, as he reflects the American gun-wielding hero in respect to time-traveling. No one was better at it, it was said. Also, the doors have an impressive golden frame. All the gold that the evil council had stolen was used in its making. It didn't do much good to return it to the earths where it was stolen from by the time the council was destroyed as that would have caused greed and more wars and political discussions about where it came from in these "other" worlds. Travelers still notice that other earths are important but now that the arena exists...well, they notice other earths but they live for the arena. Once through those double doors a shadowy and narrow passage greets people. On either side the walls are two-man thin, enough to let a cart-roller through. You look up, all you see is concrete, straight up one-hundred feet of concrete, like an ocean of yellow granite dizzying to the eye. This is why the path is so shadowy. Both sides hold this awesome sight of pure yellow wall. As you get closer to the actual arena, where the event takes place, the light starts to illuminate your path more and more as the wall starts to vanish and you start to notice its just part of the stands, an area for sitting, for the on-lookers for the privileged few who are non-participating travelers or those invited especially to watch the arena for the first time. Before it was only travelers but the Final Legion thought that Warrior wars was so impressive and cool that it was unfair to not let others at least see it. The Final Legion uses the signal now to send travelers like chaperones to whoever they deem worthy in other earths (how the legion finds the worthy is a mystery, as a lot of research has to take place and then there's the whole creepy spying and stalking thing) to pick up the special ones. A seat is never denied to the travelers but it is wise to arrive early or else you're sitting or standing on someone. A seat isn't denied but that doesn't mean you get to sit. Plus if you're too close to the edges you might end up participating involuntarily.

Yet, the Warrior wars has changed a lot through the years. Now, only the best among the travelers gets to go. A lot of the evil travelers were let in at first but this only managed to tick off any families they left behind. This was a hundred years back at the start. Then five years later, the rules changed to no killing but a lot of dismembering was allowed. It was like there was a gladiator's version of warrior wars but without the blood since dimensional warfare tended to singe off body parts. It took a good thirty-five years for the rules to change on this. But sixty years ago, the what's now known as, official warrior wars began with a lot of head-butting allowed and punches and fancy dimensional tricks but with the specific intent that no one was to use dimensions as a weapon to cut people in half. (This was done before by travelers because they open dimensional rifts to travel, fifteen foot wide and long arches of darkness to travel, since rifts could be opened at specific locations why not near some bodies and why not sideways, so they could get cut in half?) cut body parts in half or cut any part of a human being at all. The rules changed over the years but the most recent one was no biting. Someone's ear got really messed up last time and there were a lot of complaints and when there's complaints to the legion travelers suffer (as they then have to go to some earth to acquire some thing to "fix" the problem).

We sat in like a round table now like the old knights of England. It was dark blue and a favorable oval shape which extended about fifteen feet from one end to the next. There was about ten of us in the room.

Simon and Earl Hicks were there, the twins. They participated last year but had to take the mid-year tournament off when their mom got sick. These two were red-haired and wore matching pocka-dot shirts and pants with white shoes. Nothing special about them but they knew how to travel and that was a challenge in the arena.

Susan, the fearsome, as she nicknamed herself was there. Susan is a brown-haired woman in her thirties (still-single). For the occasion she wore two gold bracelets, a cobra-shaped fiberglass helm with inside cushion padding and cotton-embedded silk on top for comfort. The rest of her was loose-cut dress, too high above the knee if you ask me. All the running you do out there, it's just risky. And pink slippers. This wasn't for warrior wars. She just liked pink. I asked her once. Nice woman, Susan but her daughter tends to get hysterical in the stands.

Me and Lucinder were there. We were talking about the color of Susan's panties and who would guess correctly this time. The bet was at near twenty bars of gold before Susan ruined everything. "They're white, you perverts."

Lucinder sighed. He was the too-cool traveler in his expensive black suit and sunglasses. He even wore a gray fashion-style hat with a feather at the tip. In the arena, he was the only one allowed a cane because he could be trusted not to swing it at anyone. He was allowed the cane because it was part of the Warrior War persona and nowadays if you didn't have a Warrior wars persona, you didn't get to participate. As I said, many of the rules have changed.

Let's get to the interesting people, though. Janie Frans was there and she didn't speak English well because her first language was French. She was wearing short shorts and a T-shirt tied at the waist. She always came late but was early that day for some reason. On her waist she wore an empty gun belt but she made such creative dimensional rifts that it was hard not to think that she had a gun there. She was pretty but had a nose that wasn't so small. Still, the girl's personality made up for that. "Ey, weee man, weee man," she said, referring to me, "Vet ons me."

Lucinder gave her a wink, "Too easy."

Most of the people in the room laughed.

The next guy in the room sitting at the head of the table to my right was a man named Carlos Ignira. He was from an earth now classified as rare because it was hard to get the exact location of it. Carlos knew it but warrior's of the arena tended to keep their secrets well-hidden. The Final Legion didn't have rules against it. After all, if evil travelers couldn't find your earth, they couldn't really cause evil in it. Carlos was wearing a pair of brown slacks and a brown shirt with pockets. He was smoking a cigar and smiling pretty much like always. Carlos and me were friends since we participated in Warrior wars back when there was less rules. At his side was a baton, small but it hurt like hell. In the recent match, they allowed plastic weapons, so Carlos was hopeful of the future matches.

Next, on the other end of the table, sat Graceful Adept or Gerard Anderson but he had been recognized as Graceful Adept since he often volunteered to travel for the Final Legion. He didn't even wear their tracking device. He was, in other words, a kiss ass. He was wearing an all-white suit with a white top-hat. A handsome fellow, some ladies would say but not the most charming. He had a, well, rule-first, no-non-sense attitude that put most women off. They liked to look at him, though. He was stroking his mustache.