Dimension Portals Romane & Geschichten

I pushed away the thoughts of panicking and overthinking, figuring neither would do me any good. Taking a deep breath, I closed the keyboard by tapping “fuck,” then tapped “off” and spoke. “Auth, this is Portal. I’m in a location that doesn’t have a database entry, standing in a blood-red sky, not sure if that means anything to you. I portaled to it without even meaning to and now my portals won't open. Although I know you’re likely busy with real-world matters, I’d appreciate it if you could contact me as soon as possible.”

And now, the latest report in my hand trembled—not because of the wind, but because of what it contained. A map of Scotland, glowing faintly with red ink blotches that hadn’t been there yesterday. I stared at it, my jaw clenched, my gloved hands slowly curling into fists. “They’re opening,” General Baelen said grimly beside me. “One after another. The scouts confirmed it. The dungeons aren’t just old caverns anymore. They’re portals now.” “Portals to where?” Alpha Khy asked, his voice rough from hours without sleep. He leaned against the edge of the table, still armored from the last encounter, his blade propped beside him and flecks of ash staining his boots. His sharp eyes never left me.

It seemed he had recently finished his since he was back in Ehnrelil. The big question now was if he supported my leadership, and I was going to find that out minutes from now. The portal we chose was shaped like traditional double doors, except that it had a mirror-effect with no reflection. It can be used by the inhabitants of Ehnrelil and Phanteon, but on this occasion, we planned to use it to reach the main bridge, Vantena, where the guardians of the realms stay. This was the main entry point of all creatures who wished to cross realms; like a server to its computers or Grand Central Station to its trains.

A protector named Arthor didn’t know enough about mages to understand mages. “They don’t deal in these portals though. The portals they deal in are but a fraction of what we deal in. The portals they deal with barely touch the doorjamb to the Dream Realm. Their trips are like walking a line along the doorjamb, and never stray to either side of the woodwork. Our portals tear right through it to the other side. They’re the hardwood door or in this case the blast door that’s been blasted away.” “Okay. That changes everything.” It took minutes to have everyone divided up. The mages had given them several videos and reports on all five portals to show them what they’d find.

If it had been breached, the consequences could be catastrophic. A portal materialized before them, its edges shimmering with an eerie light. Through the portal, glimpses of otherworldly landscapes and echoes of distant eras flickered and danced. It was a doorway into the unknown, a gateway to dimensions beyond their own.

Frix nervously laughed, "Well, that's easy." The heavy, thick, wooden door slowly opened in front of us, revealing a dark, portal with swirling smoke of ashes and dust particles. It discharges energy, forming thin bolts of lightning inside, making it appear like a swirling storm stuffed inside this door. A portal to another dimension. The Underworld. "We'll jump?" Frix asked, his face grimaced in obvious fear, not knowing what will happen after we get into that portal. "I say we all must hold our hands so just we won't get separated to different places," Kelly suggested which made sense for a little precaution. We have no idea how that portal works yet and holding on to each other to prevent

"Then on the right side of the Palace, you'll see the beginning of the forest, and on the further side of it, there are the Portals. You'll see them. That is an interesting place. Because of the energy of the portals, you feel a peculiar, soft throbbing in your head. Once a portal opens, and the mirror is assigned, people get in, the opening disappears, and a new one takes its place. You can wake up and sleep again as many times as you want, you would still go back to the spot you were last in where you woke up. There's always something you need to accomplish so you can leave the mirror. They are fun places, but you'd definitely want to go with someone else." Dominik had been telling Annabel

“So, I will have to be standing in front of that mirror in order to be sent back. Correct? How will that work if I’m supposed to be dead?” He knowingly smiled. “Ah. I see that I am strolling with the investigator this morning.” He took a deep breath as if to prepare for a long speech. “Okay, miss investigator. I will tell you. There are multiple portals on this property. The mirror is only one of them. The portico also acts as a portal, as does the silo that is attached to the barn. Unfortunately, they each lead to a different place.”

He said. “Yes…and?” “And you fell through the dark portal”. There was silence after that. “What do you mean dark portal?” Hagne inquired. “There are two portals in heaven. One, the clear portal is for angels sent on assignment on earth. When they are done, they can return to heaven safely without trouble. The dark portal is a different thing. It’s the portal for rebels, those who turned their back on God would be thrown out of heaven from the dark portal”. Hagne widened her eyes and stared at Azaliah. “She doesn’t look like a rebel”.

He asks. “I don’t know, Arles. When I went there and found everything has changed, I got scared. I-” “I was scared too,” He interrupts me before I look at him in wonder. “I was scared that you’ll be lost and I won’t be able to see you again. You were the first one to travel between two realms without using portals. Portals are important to swap realms as they help to adjust the time frames and dimensions but you didn’t require that. You just used traveling sand. I think it was possible for you because you were there initially,” He explains while I continue looking at him.