Tracers

My name is Jerry Daniels. I'm nineteen years old... or at least I am for now. Two years ago my parents went missing. I went to the police, FBI, private investigators... everyone. But I got told the same story... that they had never existed. A year ago, I had some trouble at school. It's not exactly easy to fit in when everyone thinks you're a nut-job who created a set of 'imaginary parents.' The school counsellor suggested I seek some 'help' or whatever. But I'm not crazy... I'm not. Yesterday, I had my high school graduation ceremony... or at least I think it was yesterday. I've been losing track of time lately. To tell you the truth... Yesterday I went into the future and as crazy as it sounds it's all true, believe me. Today, I finally started training to control my abilities. Everyone says I'm a 'Royal'... some sort of prodigy. All I care about is finding my parents. I just got word that they're after me. I haven't had long to train, it's all instinct from here on out. 'Death' is coming, 'la morte' or 'Morters' as they like to be called. Tomorrow... they will test me. Tomorrow... I fight for my life.