[ WP ] The protagonist often breaks the 4th wall , and so the narrator decides to break the 5th . Things are getting heated between the two .

The sky was dark, with ash filling the air. Bullets and spells whirled past the heads of soldiers and civilians alike. Thousands of men, women, and children alike perished on a minutely basis. The worlds of Althmir and Earth have never been the same since the Rift occurred. 
 
 It started years ago, in the year 3,072 U. Althmir was a planet that had perfected its civilization; it created a blissful utopia for all of its inhabitants. There was not a day with strife, not a soul was starving, and death was just a mere legend. Children were eager to learn and play, whilst still retaining kindness for one another. Bigotry had faded among adults, with people of every sort lacking judgement for each other. All the issues their ancestors thousands of years in the past had faced were gone. But what is the source for this flawless society, you may ask? 
 
 Magic. 
 
 Unlike our world, Althmir lacked significant progress in scientific, mathematical, and philosophical study. Rather, it was a world dedicated to magic. Studies occurred, yes, but they were focused to getting in tune with one's soul, learning to harness their inner power. Day and night intellectuals of the past worked to fine tune their spells and tomes, to try to find the solution to all of their problems. For generations they struggled with these answers, until one day, a magical prodigy was born. This prodigy, who has been given the name Alek Braxton, was born into a family that was peculiar in society. The Braxtons, rather than having tried to learn traditional magic, took a liking to dark magic, a far more powerful and more secretive sort of magic. They were regarded as kind people, but everyone knew their secret, however due to the obscurity of dark magic, no harsh judgement was received beyond the raise of an eyebrow. This study of dark magic heavily attributed to Alek's ability. 
 
 From the moment he was born, individuals were aware of Alek's abilities. Upon being conceived, the child had turned the one who delivered him into a toad, equipped with a smile upon his face. He continued to showcase his unique abilities throughout his life, being happy and eager to practice spells, his parents growing more and more excited to teach him their ways of dark magic. Once he reached the age of which he was capable of actually being taught how to use and control such abilities, he was immediately schooled in dark magic, with traditional magic sprinkled in to allow him to better fit into society. His parents also had taught him to care deeply about others, something we will see become crucial soon. Day after day he excitedly learned, becoming more and more gifted in magic, better learning to control his powers. Eventually, at the mere age of 10, Alek surpassed his parents in his powers. He also began to take more of an interest in traditional magic, and after reading various scholarly tomes, learned to harness both dark and traditional magic on an equivalent level. However, due to this, he began to become more distant. Alek became extremely introverted, and utterly refused to talk to other people, including his family. In the extremely rare exchanges he did have, he only made slight noises and grunts, in a way to ask for food and drink when he was deep in study or meditation. But, in spite of his being against socialization, he became extremely powerful, and by adulthood he was one of, if not the most talented sorcerer on Althmir. Upon reaching this age, he decided he would abandon his family and become a hermit, further dedicating his life to magical study. This left his family grieving, as they missed their young, once happy and eager boy. But, amazingly, despite him despising social interactions and not caring for his parents' grief for him, he cared deeply about Althmirian society as a whole, thanks to his parents' teachings. This, in combination with his magical study, led to him eventually discovering and creating powerful spells and enchantments that would completely remove any problems Althmirian society had, which were much similar to those in our world. 
 
 But this was not without cost. 
 
 Shortly after accomplishing this, Alek had decided to go for a long walk through the woodlands. It was then that he discovered a strange appearance in the midst of the densely packed flora. It was a tear, not of any describable color, that floated in mid air. As Alek approached it, it shot energy at him of the same color. He took cautious steps back, deciding he would magically analyze this. He began to ponder of what spell he should use, when it hit him. This... tear, was composed of raw magical energy. It was a representation of the world's magic, somehow compacted in a form he could see. Alek realized that it likely appeared due to his usage of a large dosage of magic, something that no being has ever had before. 
 
 In terms we can understand, he had created his world's equivalent to a tear in the fabric of space/time. 
 
 Alek then realized that more and more of these would appear. Unless the source of this raw magical power was eliminated, they likely would end up destroying his world. Thus, he only knew of one solution: 
 
 His sacrifice. 
 
 Alek proceeded to jump into the rift, his being dissolving into magical energy. He had become one with the Althmirian universe, as well as one with magic. While his body faded, his consciousness did not, and from the magic he became, he received an abundance of information, including things about the future, past, other worlds, and things no mortal could comprehend. 
 
 From this, he also realized that his existence is based purely within a Reddit post in another, more scientific and philosophical universe. He also realized that I, the narrator, was telling all of you this, which angered Alek. While he cared deeply for his world, as we know, he did not like to deal with other individuals, and to have one such individual breach his privacy and the secrecy of his accomplishments only to reveal it to a relatively large gathering of people on a subreddit provided no shortage of agitation for him. 
 
 This agitation caused him to get incomprehensibly angry, with each word I type only adding to his rage. His near-omnipotent and near-omniscient magical ability, while failing to give him complete access over our world, did grant him almost full leverage over his. So much so that, in what was mere seconds to him but years to the Althmirians, caused him to appear to mortals in the year 3,072 U, the U of which stands for'Utopia.' The mortal beings saw Alek as a God, and proceeded to bow in His name. Alek took advantage of this and, in a fit of rage, commanded the beings to attack another world that he grant them access to via a Rift. This world was Earth. 
 
 Thus began a war that was waged between the two worlds. On our planet, every nation united in an attempt to protect their world from the Althmirian invaders. They used all sorts of weaponry, even nuclear weaponry, which decimated parts of both planets. Millions, no, *billions* have died due to this, and it is all my fault. 
 
 Outside, I can hear it. I hear Alek yelling my name. The Althmirians are closer to my location, their magic proving stronger than the weaponry of the Earthlings. He's commanding me to cease this, to delete this Reddit post. He claims it will all be over once this is done. But, I do not believe him. I know he is reading this, and I know it is too late now. I am the narrator over both of our worlds, but unfortunately I am confined to one of them. This world is far too damaged to save, with the last remnants of humanity fading. I must keep typing, no matter what may occur. I must ensure this post survives, as it is all that will remain of us. While Alek could easily guide his soldiers on how to access my account and delete this, it wo n't do much. It may remove this post from my universe, but I have a bit of knowledge that transcends his near-omniscience, knowledge that will allow people to read this and know of my mistakes, and to allow them to only view it as fiction, to perceive it as a bit of fun a writer had one evening. This knowledge is of what will happen to this post. You see, after this post is sent, it will not just be sent to my universe, but to an alternate Earth. One that is beyond Alek's knowledge. It is capable of transcending his near-omniscience, for in that Earth, we are but a smaller universe, a pocket one, so to speak, that is but a bubble in what is a bubble that is so incomprehensibly large to us as well as to the residents of that Earth. And, that Earth is within another bubble that is in another bubble, and so on so forth. 
 
 I would go more into detail about this, however my time is drawing short. I can hear the spells disintegrating my house, and now I must allow this tale to come to an end. I can only hope that my world's history is never forgotten, for that is a fate worse than humanity's extinction. Farewell, dear reader, and never forget u- 
 
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 So this was my first time writing a story for /r/WritingPrompts. How did I do?
