The library was a strange place, you had to give it that. Fascinating, yes, but as you explored deeper within the stacks you found weirder and weirder things; pickled heads floating in jars, a huge tub of what looked like...wolf paws? Only they were enormous, each one at least the size of your head. You couldn't even imagine how big those wolves would have been, but it rather disturbed you that they were being kept as if they were some sort of prizes. You sighed, moving past them to a shelf filled with dusty tomes, some as thick as both your arms put together. You were about to pass it by, however something caught your eye. You moved closer, eyeing the one book on the shelf which was dust free with curiosity, reaching up and pulling it down with a grunt of effort; it was really rather heavy. You thunked it down on the table of a nearby reading nook - there were many dotted throughout the library, each one of them different - and peered at the title, which was surprisingly in modern English, a chill shooting down your spine as you read it.
Multidimensional Theory: Practical Applications for the Magically Gifted
"What the hell..." you opened the book to its contents, a massive list of what you assumed to be these 'dimensions' filling several pages before actual chapter titles appeared. You read them aloud as you ran your eyes down the list. "How to locate a dimension...how to see into a dimension...how to search a dimension according to specifications? That's...a little too exact." You frowned at the next one down, simply titled as 'portals'. You flipped to that chapter, reading with a deep sense of unease.
As you know, there are many dimensions with many differences to our own (see pages 40 to 723 for brief descriptions of known dimensions - for detailed information on each dimension locate the appropriate book, sold separately), so it stands to reason that there are many ways of accessing them. From spells to water to mirrors, this chapter will guide you through the methods of viewing and crossing over.
You frowned. Mirrors? Now that you thought about it, as you were falling asleep the night you were switched with Yui there had been a strange glow coming from the direction of your mirror, however at the time you had attributed it to something outside, but now...? You continued on, the yawning pit of dread in your stomach expanding with each word.
Mirrors: these versatile devices can be used in a number of ways. Contact, verbal and/or visual can be established across dimensions so long as the correct spells and arcane signage are utilised. If the magic user is strong enough they can move through mirrors to different dimensions, again so long as proper magic form is adhered to. However caution is advised when using this particular mode of dimensional travel as the mirror realm has been known to sever souls from their bodies, keeping them trapped as reflections.
You sat back, troubled. Had that been what had happened to you? If so it could only mean one thing: you weren't here by pure chance. Someone, or something, had brought you here. Then again, it didn't quite explain how you had ended up in Yui's body of all things. You considered the book for a second longer before ripping out the pages on mirrors and how to use them, stuffing them into your bag and re-shelving the book. You never know when that information would come in handy, after all. You left the shelf behind and moved further into the stacks, more bizarre things cropping up along the way. Mummified corpses in airtight glass coffins, strange creatures mounted on shelves and, once, an enormous glass case filled with water that wouldn't seem out of place in an aquarium, except it was teeming with odd, fluffy creatures in various pastel colours, all floating aimlessly, occasionally bumping into each other and the wall. Whenever that happened they would swell in size as their fur stood on end, mouths opening to reveal multiple rows of razor sharp teeth that rotated aggressively in their throats like the world's most adorable blenders. A seating area caught your eye, and you couldn't think of a reason why until you realised...the lamp was switched on. All the others were dark and almost unused, except this one. You moved over to it, noticing that it also seemed a lot more luxurious and comfortable than the others, the chair was a state of the art recliner with a series of buttons along the left arm, and the table had a book on it, open about half way. You inched closer, peering at the title on the open page.
