Ghost Hunters: The Training

Tesseracts fold time and space. I inherited the ability to both find and control them. Unlimited access to all universes. Sort of. Yea, freaky. I know too well how freaky. So, I spent my life on the move, through many times, and many spaces. Forgetting where and when I'd been, wasn't an option. My salvation was mastering the trick of retracing my path. To find my original home, to find the love I'd lived so long without. It wasn't just missing a normal childhood. If I didn't figure out how to get my life back under control, I'd just be growing older. Alone. Without any home or family or lover to ever call my own.

They call me Mysti. Because of my mystic origins. The beings who raised me almost killed me before they found out my real value. They became my mentors, and then - as my powers expanded - my servants. What they never knew is that "mystic" means both master and novice. So, I left them to find someone who could actually teach me balance between the two extremes that lived inside me. And, like a double-edged sword, could cut both ways. And, like a flip of the coin, either of my faces could show at any time. One of salvation, the other of instant annihilation. Like I was now facing - in person.