Timemaster Era: Beginning of a new universe! S Niter (i can read books .txt) 📖

me all my life. Even my sister Veronica. I still have issues with my eldest sister in terms of family conflict though. That honest enough for you?”

“Yes. Next question is ‘What if you can wish for anything in the world, what would it be?’

“I don’t know honestly, Mister. Come to think of it, mainly candy, soda drinks, but deep down, I do not know. Sorry I don’t know.”

“That is okay child. Next question is ‘If I grant you with these powers, what would they be used for? Do you have the intention to ever hurt someone with these powers unless in self-defence?’,” Mr. Universe continued.

“I will never ever hurt someone Mister. I promise that my powers will be self-contained within me and be used only when necessary, I promise Mister,” Trixie nervously answered.

“I understand child. You have passed the trials. You may return to where you were last time. Home.”

Trixie nervously looked around the cosmos of the universe. It suddenly went blank black and all the astral, stars, galaxies, nebulas were all gone, marking her as the first Stellar-Being in existence.

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With no memory of the space trance dream or whatever it was, Trixie woke up in the rock cavern cave that was embedded into the ground. She woke up with the sunlight shining above from the skylight of the cave on her cocoa brown eyes. She attempted to climb out of the cavern but fell back down. She looked up and attempted again, thrusting her feet with a sudden burst of strong windful force pushing against her face and dark hair. The razor sharpness of the wind penetrated her face as if pellets of strong currents were hitting her as her body thrust out of the cavern.

She flew with a jump out of the cavern and landed on the surface in the woods. Her friends/classmates were calling out her name loudly. As Trixie looked at her close friends, something extraordinary was happening on her head. A few heavy strands of her hair got in the way of her eye. She could see coloration beginning to happen. Her hair was transforming strand by strand, she could see a couple of her strands were transforming into full white hair. At first, she thought it was due to the glare of the sunlight making it look brown rather than black. She pulled out her cellphone and put on the front camera view, watching the transformation. She saw all her former natural jet-black hair turn completely white, but a few set of strands one by one started to appear with unique pastel colours. A few strands resulted in colours of pastel yellow, brown, green and a couple lighter colours like pastel purple and pink.

Trixie screamed at this revelation as she saw on her mobile phone preview. She muttered to herself, “What is happening to me?” She was having a panic attack and ran. Her friends and classmates heard her scream, as they were rushing to her supposed call for aid.

“Trixie,” Aiden yelled across the woods. “Where are you going? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “I am not feeling well, I need to go home.” She was indeed telling the truth, even though it was intended to be a lie. She was not feeling well mentally and physically due to the alterations going on. The white hair spooked her down to the bone, she was worried sick that she could be transforming into some sort of potential witch.

As she started running away from the others, she began to pick up her sprinting speed immensely. The environment or the world around her started to blur within seconds as she ran, realizing she was not running fast like a normal human. She saw not just the ground swiftly changing as she ran, the entire environment around her was passing in terms of seconds. She was running at the speed faster than a car, faster than a jet, faster than---

THUMP! BASH!

Trixie tripped over another obstacle in her path, landing on grass which was an empty soccer field by the associated secondary school. Stopping dead in her tracks, breathing heavily, she was panicking. She was about to pull the hairs out from the sides of her head. She walked around in a hyperactive mood while panicking. She cried; “What do I do? What is happening to me? Is this a dream?”

Trixie inspected herself and pinched herself, even had part of her right cheek bleeding from a scratch due to resulting debris or a branch that got in the way of her path as the world was spinning too fast for her mind to even comprehend what was going on. She was panting hard, barely could breathe after running that fast. She wondered to herself, how fast was she running? Looking around she saw the ends of the soccer fields which gave her an idea. She tested her ability and ran super-fast like a bullet towards the goalpost and touched it. “This has got to be a trick,” she said to herself. She refused to believe what was going on and wanted to make sure that it was all fake or some weird lucid dream, but it felt very real due to her injury on her cheek and pinching herself was proof enough.

Taking out her phone, she went onto the clock app. She placed the timer on and ran across the soccer field fast like a speeding bullet, touching the next goal post. She looked at her phone as she ended the stopwatch function on the clock app. It resulted in less than 2 seconds.

Trixie trembled with shock and terror, “That’s impossible!”

Repeatedly, she ran back and forth to the opposite ends of the soccer field goal posts repeatedly, recording with the stopwatch function on her phone. It kept resulting as 2 seconds or less throughout. She refused to believe what was on going as her record time improved each run