Proposal to form an Alliance

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Paragon Headquarters

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In the meeting room of Paragon Headquarters, three figures sat on the chairs surrounding the circular table.

"Why is everyone so late?" Violet folded her arms grumpily.

"Maybe we came too early because SOMEONE thought that she was going to be late," Steve remarked.

'Why do I have to babysit these overgrown kids? I hate my life.' thought Professor Holborn or should I say my doppelganger, Future Ray. 'I was able to arrange a meeting to propose an alliance to every major faction, giving them the excuse that an armageddon could happen in the near future. However, to make an alliance I need to temporarily stop the conflict between the Extraterrestrial Alliance and the League of Hunters, I guess the Silverheart family and Mage Tower are also at odds with each other. This is going to be tough...'

All of a sudden a blue hologram lit up in one of the seats, showing a young man wearing a blue cloak, he was in his mid-twenties, and he had disarranged black hair and brown eyes. He was the tower master of the current Mage Tower.

One by one the rest of the holograms lit up one by one leaving only two seats empty.

"I thought I was late." The Mage Tower master said.

"No, we just came a bit early, that's all," Violet replied.

"So what is this meeting about? Wait... Why the fuck is the League of Hunters here?!" Melissa screamed.

"I was about to ask the same. I don't have any interest in holding a meeting with aliens." The Leader of the League of Hunters glared at Melissa. He was in his forties, he was wearing a black suit designed to be used for professional meetings. He had black hair with black eyes, he looked like an old copy of Tom Wayne.

"I also think that we shouldn't need these weak-ass magicians to help us with anything." The Patriarch of the Silverheart family gave a side eye to the Mage Tower Master. The Patriarch wore cybernetic battle armour, showing that he was on a battlefield, he had stylish black hair and blue eyes.

"Hey hey hey, guys... We are here to discuss the upcoming armageddon, don't you know how big of a deal it is? Why don't we all just chill out and call a truce for a while? Can't you fight after the crisis ends?" Thomas asked, trying to calm them down.

'Thanks for your help uncle but I don't think that will work,' Future Ray thought.

Bang

Future Ray stood up and slammed the table averting everyone's attention to him in a second. "Do I have your attention? Good, then let's begin the meeting. We have had an otherworlder on our planet for fifteen years... Fifteen years! And we haven't been able to find him till now! Hell, we don't even have a clue! You know how fucked up we all are right now? If that kid dies, it would start an armageddon and it would happen while you guys are fighting each other because none of you care about what happens to the world! All you people care about is fighting each other for your selfish interests!"

All the figures in the room who were at the top of their leagues felt silent, they were ashamed of themselves for being scolded by something who was much younger than them but they couldn't even talk back or say anything because everything he said was true.

"Psst. Who is that kid?" Mellissa whispered to Thomas.

"That's the candidate for the next Principal of the school of Metahumans in Paragon, also one of the best teachers there, Prof.Holborn. He reminds me of Ray for some reason." Thomas whispered back.

"Yeah, they look a bit similar, he looks more handsome," Mellissa said.

"... Seriously? Eww... I didn't know that you were into younglings." Thomas said.

"I am hardly fifty years old and this is 300079, how does age even matter?" Mellissa replied.

"Ahem, if you all are settled down, I will start talking about the important stuff." All of a sudden a cup appeared in Future Ray's hands. However, none of the figures in the meeting except Thomas and Mellissa knew how he got it. Their eyes weren't fast enough to catch his movements.

"I am only going to say this once, so listen carefully... 'If'... I am saying 'if' the otherworlder we are trying to catch is a Speedster... We can't just stop the armageddon like all the others did. When an otherworlder is born as a speedster, the whole timeline is fixed. All of our actions are already decided. Even this meeting is decided and none of us can do as we please... To say this in simpler words... We are trapped in a time loop and we can't escape from it unless a fifth-dimensional being interferes with it or, we manage to alter the timeline..."

The whole room felt completely silent, no one was even whispering to each other. The words he said may seem simple to normal citizens but to heroes like them... These words carried more weight on their shoulders than the responsibility that they carried.

"Now, you may think that... Since we are speedsters... We could just go back in time but the thing that you don't know is that... There are many consequences of time travel." Future Ray explained.

"Think of this cup as a Space-Time Continuum, whenever we go back in time..." Future Ray started to vibrate his hand, breaking a part of the cup. "It breaks... Now you can try and reset the timeline, trying to fix it..." He placed the broken piece on the broken edge of the cup. "But no matter how hard you try... It's never going to be how it was..."

The sadness in his voice was clearly felt by all the figures present there. The sadness he carried in his voice... It was like someone who had lost everything...

That day may have been a painful day for Future Ray but it was certainly one of his most successful ones. That day the World Alliance was formed.

The future had been slightly altered... No one knows what might await them in the near future... The time loop was on the verge of breaking... And I had no clue about it...

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The Orange Zone (Entrance exam of Paragon)

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"I will be damned..." I said.