Chapter 1

"And that's time."

Grabbing a bowl from the side I began to pour the curry from the saucepan over the fire. After sitting down beside the fire, I began to munch on my first chicken curry made in this new world.

"Could do with some rice," I mumbled to myself. "But I'm lucky I have these ingredients to begin with."

Staring at what was left of my ingredients I began to recall the family I saved not too long ago and my first day here.

It was just after school, I had troublesome day with a two-hour physics exam, but since it was about electronics, I had felt pretty good about myself. After getting home I went straight to room, throwing my bag into the corner as I flopped down onto my bed.

"Uuuurrgghh," I groaned as both muscle and mind relaxed. I laid there for a while, taking in the soft embrace of the duvet.

Cracking open one eye I starred at the sea of LEGO covering my floor thus sparking an idea for a new build. With the inspirational idea in mind I jumped out of bed, took my leg off (I'd spent 16 of my 17 years with a missing leg half way below my left knee) and got to work.

Hours passed until before me laid a type of quad bike design with what I imagined to be an interdimensional rift gate on the back. Feeling pleased with myself I picked up a LEGO minifig dressed all in black with blonde hair and a silver right hand and dropped him through the gate. I always imagined him to be me.

That's when it happened, the gate and the vehicle it was attached too began to glow a faint light blue and the minifig immediately pixelated into blue cubes then disappeared. Startled in shock I reeled back from the sight before me. As I thought what could have happened my creation began glowing brighter than before.

As I felt my own eyes widen a tingling feeling could be felt in my legs. Looking down my heart dropped into my stomach. I saw that they too were beginning to pixelate and disappear in the same way as the minifig. As I screamed my body began to break up going from my legs to my waist. Then from my waist to my chest.

Then my dad burst in with wide eyes. "What's going on-," as he started with a stern voice before trailing off as he saw me.

At this point the pixilation had reached my head and my lower half had already disappeared. Reaching a hand out I began to cry. "Daaaaad!" I yelled to no avail as my vision began to blur blue.

Before I blacked out I immediately had a thought course through my mind. 'When did he get here?'

When I opened my eyes again I felt like I had just woken up from the best night sleep I had in ages. As I relaxed a little more my memories from before came flooding back. Opening my eyes I jolted up screaming.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH-!" I was cut off with a sharp nasty headache.

Wincing in pain I cupped my head in my right hand. For some reason, it felt cold and hard, and since my head felt like I had banged it against a concrete wall I lifted hand so quickly it felt like a bat hitting my head. Before I knew it I was back on the ground with an even worse headache than before. Go figure.

As the pain subsided I lifted the tool of my knock down so that I could see it. That's when my entire world shattered.

What I was looking at was neither organic nor comprehendible. What was on my hand, what it had become was solid iron. Sitting up so fast that it would make any person who dose site ups jealous I inspected my ligament. Without a doubt, this was a mechanical hand made of iron and there was nothing underneath, in the palm of the hand laid a yin-yang symbol. Thinking that I've seen this design somewhere else I noticed the sleeve over my arm. Jumping up I inspected myself.

I was wearing a white shirt covered by a long sleeved black coat that stretched down to my ankles. It was buttoned from the base of my neck to my waist where it parted revealing dark grey jeans held up by a black belt. As I looked further down I was in brown laced boots that started from below my knees, they reminded me of the middle ages. While thinking if my hair was still blonde, I stretching my hands behind my back where I noticed that I also had a hood to go with the coat.

"Well that's convenient," I mused as I continued to inspect my metal limb.

As I rolled the sleeve up I noticed the design to be even more familiar. Tracing the arm to its base I felt my face go pale as I felt the shoulder. Staring at the full metal limb I could only yell my question, "where the hell did my arm go?!"

Panicking in confusion I checked myself for any other differences. As I noticed no other differences with my physic and my prosthetic leg being where it should I began to calm down.

"Okay, okay. Just calm down look around and understand the situation. Where am I?" questioning the reality, I looked around.

I was standing in the middle of an open field with lush green grass outlined with trees. A strong wind was blowing, causing my cloak to flap in it. For some reason, it made me feel awesome. But that lasted only a moment before I got angry and yelled at the sky, "where in gods' name am I?!"

'Is that an eagle flying over?'

Frustrated, I forced myself to calm down. "I think I've stood here long enough," I said. "Guess I have to figure it out myself. Not like someone's going to tell me out of the blue."

Beginning to jog to the edge of the field, I was determined to find out where I was.

2 hours later

I don't know how long I was running, but I ran further than I'd ever run before. Normally I would start panting after the first minute, but now I'm just starting to feel weak, I started panting a while ago. Slowing down, I stopped to take a breather.

"Nothing but….trees….and bushes…this whole…..time," I huffed to myself slumping against a tree. Closing my eyes, I relaxed my tense muscles. Before I closed them I swore I saw that eagle again. 'Is that a lions tail?' those were my last thoughts before I fell asleep.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up, it was a scream that woke me up. Sitting up with a jolt I listened.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

There it was again. Without time to spare I dashed towards the screaming.

Soon I came upon a clearing and saw what could only be described as something from a nightmare. Before me stood a house completely ablaze, windows cracking under both heat and pressure while beams fell from within.

"What the…..? Oh wait. Is that a griffon?" I asked out loud.

Just beside the house stood a creature with the lower half of a lion and the upper body of an eagle. It's eyes ablaze as it glared at an elderly man lying down. With a straw hat on top and a pitch fork in hand he tried to fend off the beast. "S-s-stay back! I'm warning you!" he stuttered in an obviously frightened tone.

I thought it odd that he would hold a pitch fork in one hand rather than both in this situation, but my curiosity was answered when I saw his left arm. Everything below the elbow was missing, replaced with a bloody stump! I thought about running. I thought about going back the way I came. Turning on the spot I prepared to run.

"Mommy! Daddy!"

I froze. 'That was the scream of a child.' Turning my head around I looked again at the one-sided fight.

Behind the man, I saw a child clutched in the arms of a grown women with blonde hair and chestnut dress. Stretched across her back was a large gash, blood leaking from the wound.

Widening my eyes questions dawned on me, but one screamed louder than the others. 'How can I see this so clearly?'

Suddenly I felt something press against my right arm. Before I could react, I was sent flying through the air smashing though a wooden wall and landing on something soft.

"Ooww," I groaned as I opened my eyes to inspect the damage.

Thinking the worst, I looked to where I felt the pressure. The part of the sleeve covering my right forearm had three big cuts running parallel to each other, but the arm underneath looked fine. "Guess the griffon attacked me while I was distracted," I said while flexing my arm. "Still able to move it, guess I have something to be thankful about this arm."

Suddenly the head of an eagle burst through the wall in front of me. Splinters flying everywhere it starred at me much like a predator eyeing its prey. 'I'm going to die here. And before I even became a LEGO designer,' more of the wall was torn down. 'But I want to live. I need to live!'

"A weapon," I said to myself. "I need a weapon. Like the ones I make out of LEGO." Beginning to recall the design in my head I noted all its details. 'One handed, long blade 70 cm by 10 cm and black as night.'

Suddenly my metal hand began to tingle. Lifting it up I saw that the yin-yang symbol had begun to glow a dark purple. In a flurry of sparks, a black pole formed in my hand. Before a question could be formed, the griffon lunged forward with its beak wide open. Out of fear, and what I believe to be instinct, I swung the pole at the looming terror.

Fwing

There was no sound when I cut it, but before I opened my eyes a loud screech filled my ears. When I opened them, I saw that the griffons' beak had been cut off and there was blood everywhere. All the while the wounded beast was reeling back.

As I looked to the supposed black pole in my hand, I saw that it had become a one-handed sword, 70 cm long and 10cm wide. Completely black as night. Grinning to myself I thought, 'hells yeah.'

Turning back to my foe I saw him galloping towards the trio from before, blood splattering on the ground as it went. "Oh no you don't!" I yelled, picking myself up and chasing after it.

Sword in hand I dashed alongside it, slashing at its legs as we went along. Screaming in pain the beast fell to the ground with wounded legs. Before it could get back up I leaped into the air preparing to run it through. Then all at once, time seemed to slow down just like it did before and very slowly, the griffons wing and tail moved to intercept my strike.

'He's going to knock me away,' I thought to myself. 'He's going to make me miss and strike back. We're all going to die. We're all going to get slaughtered and….. I refuse this. I reject this reality!' "Die!"

With some midair action I span my own body as I fell. Swinging my sword while doing so I heard two slicing sounds and sure enough, I had severed both the trail and the wing. With all obstacles clear, I drove the blade into its chest and undoubtedly pierced its heart. With one final scream the griffon stopped struggling and then grew silent.

"Now be sure to think about what you've done," I said to the beast as I retracted the blade. While caught in the moment I heard some whimpering from behind.

"Mommy, daddy."

It was the child from earlier and she was crying while leaning over her parents' bodies. She was wearing a dirty white dress and had long blonde hair. Surrounded in a pool of blood it was obvious that one of them was about to go into shock. With quick thinking, I threw my sword to the side where it disappeared in a multitude of blue pixels, and ran to the supposed father while taking off my belt. Lifting the bloody stump I strapped the belt to the base of his arm to stop the blood flow then after rolled him into the recovery position (it's when someone's lying on their side and to clear their airway).

Checking to make sure he was still breathing, I concluded that there was nothing more I could do. Examining the mother, I noted that she hadn't lost as much blood and probably just fainted at some point.

"She should be alright with just a bandage, a blood transfusion might be needed for him though," I murmured gazing at the man. Exhausted from what had just happened I relaxed myself and placed my hands down to brace myself from falling over.

'Why is the ground lumpy and squishy?" opening my eyes I saw that my left hand was resting on the fathers' stump. 'Gross. I do wish that his limb would just grow back.'

I was then kicked out of my train of thought by a slight tingling in my hand. Looking at it I noticed that it was glowing like my right hand from before. "Okay, what-."

But I was cut off when the mans' wound began to boil like stew in a cauldron and sparking small red lightning. It became more violent as a white stick come out of the center, then soon followed by the sparking bubbly grease.

"Wait, is that a bone? Is it growing back?" I questioned as the skeleton took shape of first an arm and then a hand with the bubbling flesh covering the exposed bone. Pretty soon everything that was missing had returned in a bubbly state and as it soon calmed down there wasn't even a scar where the arm had been severed.

Picking up my hand, I just starred at it bewilder as the glow dulled to nothing. "How the hell….did I do that?" questioning what had just happened I turned to the unconscious women lying with her wound exposed. "What if."

As I placed my left hand on the gash I chanted, "bibbady babady boo, I say heal." Sure enough the wounded began to bubble like the first time and in no time flat it was healed without even a scratch. "My oh my, I've got some skills," turning to my torn sleeve I rested my hand on the tears. 'Mend.'

Just like that my hand began to glow once again and the seams stitched themselves back together.

"Neat," I grinned while tugging the sleeve.

"Uuuuuhuuurrrr." Turning my head around I saw the dad beginning to wake up. He was without a doubt a muscular man with a slightly trimmed grey beard. The clothes he wore were obviously that of a farmers, brown shirt with a green sleeveless vest over the top with brown shorts.

As he opened his eyes he starred at me with a confused look before shooting up prepared to yell. "Where's the-," but he was cut off with a blur hugging his neck. "Daddy, you're alive!" screamed the girl.

'Geez, I forgot about her.'

"Hannah, what happened? Where's the Griffon? Where's your mother? Who's that man? And didn't I lose my arm?"

"Daddy, that man killed the griffon with this black sword that disappeared, healed your wounds with a purply glow and mommy's then he put his sleeve back together," Hannah was left panting after all that.

'Damn, that girls turning blue. How can she have so much breath?'

"Really?" replied the old man while locking to his wife who looked like she was sound asleep. "Well then," he continued while getting up and turning towards me, "I thank you for what you've done for us today. My names Peter."

'Oh shit, I have to introduce myself,' I thought while looking at the extended hand. 'Shall I go with my real name or an alias? Screw it, alias, alias.'

"My name is," I began while extending my own hand, "Edward. Garmadon Edward." Grasping his hand, I shook it warmly with grins on both our faces till we looked at the burning building beside us.

Long story short, the house was burnt down and almost everything was lost. We managed to salvage some of the items. Peter and Samantha, the mother, wanted to give me something as a reward but they didn't have much. So, I just asked for a chicken, various ingredients, utensils and a bag.

It was then only afterwards they asked me about my eye and arm. Asking what he meant by my eye, he said the right eye looked weird. Confused I looked in what was left of a mirror and sure enough, not only did I still have my blonde hair, but another yin-yan symbol was present. But this one was where my pupil and iris is supposed to be. Saying I lost them both in an accident and had then replaced caused them both to let him go.

Afterwards I asked if I could use their phone. But they didn't have any phones. So we parted ways and now I'm here in the middle of the woods eating curry. With what little information I had to go on I concluded that not only was I in a middle-aged society with possibly no way of getting home. But I had also concluded that I had become a character I created through imagination before coming here.

His name was Garmadon. A being with abilities that I can't remember anything about.