The Dimension Bender

Origins, Part 2

I slowly opened my eyes to see the dim, faint light of a fire-lit torch. I glanced around at the moss covered walls surrounding me. My body ached as I sat up, putting the pressure on my right hand.

The stone and my phone were lying undamaged on the ground beside me. I stuffed both of them in the pockets of my hoodie. I reached over and grabbed my bag that had fallen with me, somehow it survived the fall. I looked in it, everything was unharmed inside it.

I slowly stood up, my head aching and my body weak from the fall. I used a wall beside me to straighten myself out and balance on my feet. I looped the bag over my left shoulder, careful not to touch my injured wrist.

I grabbed a discarded torch on the floor and used the already lit lamp to create a portable light source. I held the lit torch up to the walls to see the engravings in the wall. They were written in a foreign language, one that consisted of symbols instead of letters.

The carvings on the walls seemed mysterious, with a fantastical and almost fictional feel to them. There were depictions of beings riding on mythical creatures through the sky. There were bits of English in the language, parts that I could understand. The beings riding on what seemed to be dragons were split into 2 categories. One side had old, viking like names. They didn't seem to show up much later on, instead a new group showed up.

This group seemed more like me. They were modern and had closely related names. one of them even shared my nam-

Wait...

I scanned over the walls again, this time looking for details relating to a certain story.

Gotcha

I found it, the word dragon.

That means that this place is the same place that Skye talked about in her story. Dragon...or Draco Forest.

I turned to the wall behind me, there was a crest on what seemed like a door. The crest contained 7 strange symbols, each with a different dragon on them. In the middle was a picture of a portal, with words from different languages surrounding the crest.

I could read some of the languages, and all of the words said the same thing.

The Dimension Bender

I looked at the center of the portal. There was an indentation in the shape of a hand in the wall. There were handprints inside the alcove, as if someone had pressed their hands against it.

I shuffled over to the door, cautious of anything around me. I placed the torch on a convenient holder beside the door so the light shined onto the door. There were some words written on the pedestal I put the torch on.

Only the worthy may hold the right to possess the sacred stone

I looked at it again, thinking about the words carefully.

Is that right huh, would I be worthy?

I looked around again. other than the door, there were no signs of an exit. The walls were sealed by thick moss and stone plates that looked like they had not moved for years. I looked back at the door, the crest shining in the dull light.

I mean... I don't really have a choice. And anyway, if I don't move now, my wrist will get worse. I might not be able to move it soon.

I raised my hand and leaned towards the door, hand outstretched. I gently placed my palm in the carved stone as I tensed up apon contact. For a few seconds, there was silence. Not a single sound or movement was made.

After a few seconds, the room started to shake violently. I lost my footing and slipped, landing on my injured wrist.

"Sh*t!" I cursed as I tried to stand up, only to fall back down. The light of the torched started to flicker, only to go black after a few seconds. At some point in my discovery, the lamp on the wall had also gone out. I was left in a dark, shaking room with no escape. The shaking finally ceased when I lit a match.