-3rd Person View-
-July 15th, 2024-
In a DC galaxy far far away, an unknown light appeared in outer space. This light had no reason for existing, in fact, it was somewhat manmade. This light was an energy source that was formed from the willpower and hope of years worth of suffering souls under the sight of the stars.
This energy source had the potential to be something great, it had the power to save the DC Multiverse.
The DC multiverse was being torn apart and rebuilt in front of so many people's very eyes by the Dark Knights, but they can't see it, they can't even notice it. The endless number of people who suffered because of this group of bat clad individuals, had somehow managed to have this light source made.
The light source was searching for someone to successfully become its host. It searched across the DC multiverse for a long time, not finding anyone suitable whatsoever, but the source realized that there were other multiverses to search.
In multiverse G-14, Universe 420, Earth 69, it found him. Isaac. Isaac Allen was going to save the DC multiverse from plummeting into permanent darkness. This man comes from a world where DC is a mere comic book studio company who indulges in TV and movies, but his opinions and beliefs suggested otherwise. He knew something that no one else was willing to believe.
He knew that there was a way to leave his world and explore the ever expanding multiverse. He knew that fiction, could be more than fictional.
He's the perfect host for the Star Force, because he's not afraid of the challenge, he's different. He fully embraces it and would stop at nothing to protect himself and his loved ones, while simultaneously being a cautious and calculated person who considers his and others actions.
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-Isaac Allen's View-
Flash after flash of information was being displayed in front of me. It was like a story being shown in a motion picture. It began from the origins of the "Star Force" all the way till now.
'The Star Force was created off the sheer willpower and hope from the souls of the victims of the Dark Knights. The Star Force was not only was powered by willpower and hope, but was also connected to and powered by all the stars across the DC Multiverse, meaning that this energy source was pretty strong.'
Since it was pretty strong though, that meant it wouldn't be entirely easy to fully utilize its power, but for me, someone with a bunch of willpower, I doubt I'd find it too difficult. And since it was a relatively newly created energy source, it itself could not yet fully accustom to the power, it would take time.
What I found more interesting, is why it chose me. Why was I special? I didn't know, and to me it didn't matter, all that mattered to me is that it chose me out of literally anyone across the multiverse, and I'll be damned if I let the Star Force down.
Aside from the Star Force, what I knew is that the only reason it found me, was because it sensed my soul after I had passed, and absorbed me, essentially making me an avatar of the Star Force. My soul must've been a perfect amalgamation of all the souls and emotions it was created from.
If it hadn't absorbed me, I would've lost all of my memories and found myself in purgatory, awaiting judgement, but it absorbed me in time so I didn't forget anything too important.
I only really forgot my age. I do remember my childhood, but I can't really remember if I had any important friends.
I never had a real family, my mother left me after I was born because of how my dad already was, so my father was physically, mentally, and emotionally abusive to me because of it.
Anyways, me being an avatar allowed the Star Force to reincarnate me just about wherever I wanted to, but it had to be inside the DC Multiverse, because the Star Force had used a lot of energy from entering an entirely different multiverse that it wasn't connected to the stars with. I decided to choose a universe where I would be able to form the life I had always wanted, while being able to gain strength to save the Multiverse.
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*FADING VOICE* "Barry… Barryyy… BARRY!"
"GAH!"
-Barry Allen's View-
-March 14th, 2000-
I opened my eyes with a gasp from the sound of my little brothers voice, Isaac. He was born six years after me, making him five and me eleven as of now in 2000. We like to call him by his middle name most of the time, Tate.
A stinging sensation had suddenly appeared on multiple places all over my face out of nowhere.
I then remembered what had happened a few moments ago, I looked around and didn't see those kids chasing us anywhere. It was just a bruised me and my little brother here on a mostly empty street.
His face was also quite littered with bruises, but what caught my attention were his hands. I immediately noticed how battered they were with cuts and bruises. It was dripping with blood and I could tell it needed medical attention.
I could only sigh, because this wasn't the first time that Tate had stood up for me before, even at his younger age, but never on this level. The bond we shared at this age was impossible to break or damage. I love my brother with all my heart. He knows things about me that even I don't tell our parents.
"Come on Tate, we have to get home so mom can treat us immediately. Maybe dad can come home sooner to treat your hands." Tate only nodded with his family and friend famous grin.
We both made our way back home at a quickened pace, finally making it home to our mom.
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-Isaac Allen's View-
I sat in front of dad while he was cleaning my wounds and was now gently using rubbing alcohol on them.
"That burns!" I hissed. Dad only chuckled at my reaction. Mom hit him on the shoulder as he quickly stiffened up.
"Well Tate, you and Slugger over there gotta stop getting into fights, but just by looking at you two, I can already tell that y'all won. So I'm proud." Dad said with a sly smile. Mom couldn't help but smile too.
When we made it home, mom and dad were already here, so luckily we could both get some medical attention at the same time.
"Tell us what happened." Mom asked us, her face going back to being serious.
"Those guys were picking on kids. Just 'cause they thought they weren't cool. It wasn't right."
"I know Bar'." Mom comforted.
"I guess I wasn't fast enough." Barry said, slightly putting his head down. I put my arm around his shoulder and brought him closer.
'Even as a child he's always tried to help people in need.' I thought with a small grin on my face. Knowing this would be my older brother brought me personal joy, but as someone doesn't only act on emotion, but on logic, and even selfishness, I think his kindness can be taken advantage of by others.
'I don't want to compromise his personality, but I think a little tone shift wouldn't hurt.' One of Barry's weaknesses, was trusting people. He trust people too easily and when he doesn't trust people, he starts trusting them too easily. This exact thing happened with Zoom.
Originally, Barry was skeptical of him after what happened with Eobard, but everyone talked him out of his suspicions. Then it turns out, he was almost worse than Eobard.
'Silly Barry, tricks are for kids.'
I secretly mused to myself as Barry put his head on my shoulder and mom began to talk.
"No, you have such a good heart, Barry, and it's better to have a good heart than fast legs." We all shared a smile at the wholesome moment and it continued into the night..
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My mother was tucking Barry and I into bed, but I couldn't help but feel really guilty. This woman has raised me for years, and there was nothing I could do to save her. I had truly started to come to see her as my mother, as if I never had one before.
Putting that to the side, the Star Force hadn't fully recovered from taking me as its avatar, but I knew for a fact that it would be fully recovered long before the Particle Accelerator explosion. Well, I hope.
'Maybe I can gain a separate ability from the dark matter? It would more than likely be something related to Stars or something.'
I wanted to continue thinking, but my little child body couldn't sustain it anymore and the feeling of sleep overcame me.
"Goodnight my beautiful boys." Mom said. I hugged her extra tight before she walked away, making sure to conceal my eyes that were getting slightly watery. Mom walked out of the room with dad, turned off the lights, and closed the door.
"Goodnight Tate." Barry said happily. His happy nature slightly cheered me up, even though I knew what was going to happen tonight.
"Goodnight Bar'." (Pronounced: Bear)
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(A/N: First chapter down, —- more to go)