My name is Jasmin Parker, and I'm a superhero.

You heard that right. I can fly, shoot energy from my fingertips, punch right through a building if I wanted to. I can jump through time and space, I’m immortal … but as great as it is, I still can’t forget this isn’t my life, not really. My life was stolen, along with my entire world and everyone in it, by conqueror from another dimension.

We kicked his ass back to his universe, and afterwards I found this timeline. It’s the same as the one I remember in every way, except one: here I was never born. I know how it sounds. Sometimes I don’t believe it myself, but if it was a nightmare I would've woken up by now.

It isn’t the home I knew, but it’s all I have, and now all I can do is try to scrape the shattered pieces of my life back up and fit them together again, except I don't think the universe is done with me yet. I just can't help myself. If I see a problem, I need to fix it.

The thing is, powerful as I am, some problems can't be punched away, and if I'm gonna be saving the world on the regular, I'll have to learn to use more than my fists.

It's hard though, when my fists are so much fun.