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D. J. MacHale

The Pilgrims of Rayne

FIRST EARTH

The future isn’t what it used to be.

I know that makes no sense. What else is new? There isn’t a whole lot that has made sense since I left home three years ago to try and stop a shape-shifting demon who is bent on destroying all humanity. At least I think it was three years ago. It’s hard to tell when you’re out of your mind. And space. And time. My name is Bobby Pendragon. I’m a Traveler. The lead Traveler, in fact. The Travelers’ job is to stop this guy named Saint Dane from changing the natural destiny of the ten territories of Halla and plunging them into chaos.

Do I have your attention yet? Stick around. It gets worse.

The Travelers’ mission is to protect Halla. Halla is everything. The normal and the exceptional, the common and the impossible. Halla is all that ever was and all that will be. I know, sounds like a bad sci-fi movie. I’d think so too if I weren’t living it. Every day. When I left home I was an ordinary fourteen-year-old guy whose biggest worry was whether or not Courtney Chetwynde liked me… and if she’d notice the zit that erupted in the middle of my forehead like some third freakin’ eye. Now I’m seventeen and the leader of a group that must protect the well-being of eternity. The future is in my hands. The past is in my hands.

Kind of makes the whole zit-on-the-forehead thing seem kind of lame, doesn’t it?

Why Saint Dane calls himself “Saint” is a mystery to me. He is anything but. He isn’t even human. At first I thought he was pure evil, just for evil’s sake. But the more I learn about him, the more I realize there’s something else that drives him. It’s hard to explain because I don’t understand it myself, but I’ve come to think that for some twisted reason. Saint Dane believes what he’s doing is right. I know, how can a guy who is pushing societies toward cataclysmic disaster possibly believe what he’s doing could be justified? When I find that answer, I’ll unravel the entire mystery of what has happened to me. Why was I chosen to be a Traveler? What happened to my family? Where did Saint Dane come from? Why does he have these incredible shape-shifting powers? What did he mean when he said all the Travelers were illusions? (I’ve lost sleep over that one. ) What is this all leading to?

Saint Dane talks about something called the “Convergence. ” I have no idea what it is, and I’m not entirely sure I want to. But I have to. Is it something Saint Dane is creating or was it destined to happen anyway? No clue. The only thing I know is that it’s up to the Travelers to make sure whatever the Convergence is, it won’t come out the way Saint Dane wants it to. It’s the only way to be sure that Halla will continue to exist the way we know it. The way it was supposed to be.

I write these journals for two reasons. One is to document what has happened to me for the ages. You know, history and all that. A thousand-no, a million years from now I believe it will be important for people to know what happened. The other reason is to let my best friends from back home know what’s going on with me. Mark Dimond and Courtney Chetwynde are the only people from Second Earth who know the truth.