Dimensionwalker21 Origin Story

                                                             Dimensionwalker21 Origin Story

Have you ever had a dream that you were sure was real and even after waking up no matter how much you try to convince yourself you couldn’t shake that feeling of foreshadowing events yet to come? I have had several dreams like that. Except, this particular dream proved that instead I was the fictitious character by trying to confine reality to the limits of my own understanding. I’m getting ahead myself so I will start from the beginning. It was a night like any other dream filled night. However, this particular dream was an epic fantasy. Become the hero; gather a team of followers, save the world from destruction, and gain fame, fortune & a harem of beautiful women always at your side. Ok, you might get the harem if you’re lucky…with like a snowball’s chance in the sun. Even better was that it was one of those unexpectedly long dreams that you can actually remember fairly well. Well, after my triumphant victory over the forces of evil, I gave my heroic declaration to a cheering crowd with my sword lifted to the sky. However, the crowd grew silent and I could no longer see their faces. I tried to speak but words even failed me. I looked towards the princess whose grand kingdom I saved. I could scarcely make out her face anymore as she worded, “Help us re-…” as tears started falling. I tried to get closer to her but the stage I stood on tore itself away from me as if it was a loose carpet. As I made a slow dramatic decent into a crowd who would not catch me and sunk lower than the street the last words I could make out from the crying princess who came to the edge of the stage were, “Help us re-… Hero, please save us from ex-… You’re… only hope.” as I continued my freefall somehow with sword still in hand. I didn’t answer back as she wouldn’t hear anyway. My falling dream came to an abrupt stop luckily in my bed although I awoke with an adrenaline rush. Slightly sweating, I noticed that my hand was heavily weighed down but, I had to adjust my drowsy eyes if I ever was going to figure out with what. It was only then did I notice the weight of a sword of intricate design that shouldn’t have been real.

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It was still early in the morning when I awoke so I did the obvious and tried to go back to sleep. It was fatigue, adrenaline, and an overactive imagination that contributed to the weight in my hand and delusions of a sword I thought. However as the adrenaline wore off, the weight of the sword persisted. With eyes closed once again I tried to shrug it off as a sore muscle but, when I lifted my hand from my side the sword made its presence know with a hilt-to-kneecap wake up call. I jumped a little and shuddered at the pain while cradling the kneecap. In a slight rage I grabbed the sword which further proved its existence which caused me to examine it. Intriguingly enough it looked a lot like the blue and green long sword from my dream. However it had the weight that my imagination couldn’t create since I never held one before. It could easily be mistaken for a two handed sword due to its weighty appearance but was actually quite light and could be held with one hand. Although unlike my dream it had circuit-like markings throughout the sword that seemed to serve no purpose. While I wasn’t quite convinced that I wasn’t half asleep or having a concussion induced reaction, I decided to swing the sword a bit. Slowly I swung this mysterious blade being careful to damage my possessions. The blade made gravity and even the air seemed inconsequential with its smooth movements. I even copied some mock sword handling poses I had seen for fun. Then I gathered my courage for a big and fast downward swing but misjudged how strong the forward pull would be and within a flash of blue light left a tear as big as myself in the wall of my room. Surprisingly it was soundless besides the squeaky floorboards under my feet. My family was made up of heavy sleepers so I was safe from waking anyone up. I stood aghast at the hole that couldn’t be hidden. Before the thought of economic responsibility drove me to panic I noticed that the edges of the hole looked unnatural. The edges were slightly wavy and fluorescent but for the most part stable. Curious, I used the sword against better judgment to open the hole wider by gently spreading the edges. The hole should have led to a small attic next to my room but, instead revealed a much larger space. By now this looked a lot less like a hole and a lot more like a portal.

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This portal (?) created no obvious fluctuations and rather looked more like a seamless and clear pool of water reflecting some unknown destination. It surely wasn’t my room that I saw on the other side but pitch blackness. I wasn’t sure how to proceed from there but, I had to at least confirm the damage (?) done to my room. I slowly stuck the sword through the portal which caused a ripple effect. Half way through it jerked away from my hand suddenly and appeared to clang on a hard substance on the other side. I could make out part of a tiled floor thanks to the sword’s glow. Slightly ticked that I had lost control of the sword for the second time, I contemplated retrieving it. The area could be in a vacuum since the blade’s fall was soundless. I could easily die if got stuck on the other side. On the one hand I could forget the whole thing and hoped the portal closed. On the other hand I might have opened Pandora’s Box and who knows what could climb out (shiver). No contest. If either scenario turned for the worst, the sword was my trump card. I slowly stepped through the portal which left a tingling sensation on my skin. I then took a deep breath. I wasn’t gasping for air so I decided to proceed. In the pitch blackness it was hard to decipher where I was aside from the cold tiled floor. I immediately went to grab the brightly shining sword which served as my only light source and possible means of protection. Suddenly, a loud humming caught my attention. All at once it became bright. Once my eyes adjusted, I saw that it was a facility of some kind. Near the hole I made was a computer that covered a very large area of the wall. It started activating itself and I felt the need to make myself scarce so I made my way to my exit. However, the portal closed suddenly leaving me stranded. I was suddenly scanned from an unknown source. I braced myself in anticipation of an alarm and for a possible fight for my life. A few minutes went by, but there was neither any apparent alarm nor rushed footsteps of base soldiers. Meanwhile, the computer as a result of the scan created a digital replica of me on the screen. The language on the computer screen was definitely foreign to me. However, the computer, which spoke for the first time, seemed to be cycling on all possible human languages including dead ones. When I reacted to the English dialect it stopped cycling. It translated the text on the screen which localized my species, planet, and even the galaxy I was from. “Help us re-… Hero, please save us from ex-… You’re… only hope.” These were the first words I understood from the scrambled computer. I was 18 when my introverted existence was opened to countless worlds beyond my imagination.

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                                                                       To Be Continued...

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