I am a planeswalker.
No, not one of those people who walk on planes' wings while the plane is in the air. I don't know what those crazy people are called. (What ARE they called?)
I travel between planes, between universes. And there are many. Infinite varieties of universes.
Once my spark ignited, I was launched into the Endless Eternities, the endless nothing that functions as the border between universes. It felt a bit like trying to swim through molasses with the sound and texture of the grey static that shows up on your TV when it is tuned to a channel that isn't actually showing anything.
Luckily I managed to latch onto the coordinates of Ravnica, and materialized in a marketplace in that city that spans an entire world. It was a little disconcerting, to say the least. I managed to pick up some of the language fairly quickly. I think that may be an aspect of my then new-found abilities with Magic.
I discovered within a couple months that I was drawn to to the Izzet guild, with their use of Blue and Red Magic, to the exclusion of all else. I can use all five colors of Magic, but I find that I feel more comfortable when using Red and Blue. It's probably because I tend to follow my emotions, but enjoy learning and trying to improve myself. I'm creative and intuitive. I can also be logical.
While working with the Izzet, I met another Planeswalker named Ral Zarek. He was kind of a jerk though. I've since met others as well. Jace was aloof and more than a little manipulative. Chandra was a little erratic. Koth was intense, but likeable. I liked Gideon quite a bit, he was a little intimidating. Liliana was scary. I never actually met her, but saw her in the distance. That was enough. I think my favorite of the Planeswalkers I've met was Elspeth. Honorable. And she was always so concerned for those around her.
During my travels in the multiverse, I ended up on Theros for a while. It bore a striking resemblance to Greek mythology. Utterly fascinating place to live for a while. Heroes. Gods. Monsters. It was amazing.
More recently I've been exploring Tarkir. A land bereft of dragons. Culture centers around five clans. Each clan follows its own Khan. It's a rather war-like place, but it certainly has its charms. I've found myself aligned with the Jeskai, a clan of warrior monks. They are aligned with Blue, Red, and White Magic. They look for enlightenment. It is a great fit for my own personality and beliefs. I explored the idea of living with the Temur, but they were a little too ferocious for my tastes. And they liked large beasts a little too much. It was scary.
Now Sarkhan has journeyed 1,280 years into the past to, according to the rumors, save Ugin from Nicol Bolas. I can feel the world changing around around me. In the next few weeks we'll see how everything stabilizes. I'm looking forward to the changes. Will I remember how it was?
I guess we'll find out.
