Book of the Distant Dimension

Book of the Distant Dimension

Timothy Ward was an aspiring, albeit unsuccessful writer, who was trying to publish multiple novels that editors seemed to be uninterested in. “This will never work,” bemoaned Timothy as he attempted to write another book. “Not enough people are reading,” continued Timothy as he tried to write dialogue even though it tended to come off as stiff and unnatural.

As he was writing suddenly, a mysterious being, which had the appearance of an angel combined with a vampire appeared to Timothy. “I am I insane,” asked Timothy. “No you are not,” replied the being, “my name is Infinight, and I have a proposal for you.” “What is it,” asked Timothy, “I don’t have to sell my soul do I.” “Haha,” replied Infinight,” nothing so dramatic.” “As a matter of fact,” continued Infinight, “you don’t have to do much.” “What do I have to do,” asked Timothy. “I will give you this book,” responded Infinight, “and everything you write here with come to life.” “Anything,” asked Timothy. “Well, within reason,” admitted Infinight, “as in you can’t destroy the universe, because you felt like it one day.” “Haha funny,” responded Timothy, “but really, most things that I write in here will come to life.” “Yes,” responded Infinight, “for instance, say that you wanted a new house. If you write it in the book, you will get it though you will need to be more specific, or the new house will have a random appearance.” “And what will happen everything I write in this book,” asked Timothy. “I am obliged to tell you,” responded Infinight, “every time you write something, a being from my universe will arrive to yours.” “What will they do,” asked Timothy. “You are asking a lot of questions for something who was just granted a book that can make wishes come true,” replied Infinight. “I guess you are right,” responded Timothy, “as we humans say, never look a gift horse in the mouth.” “Of course,” replied Infinight laughingly, "enjoy your new book.” Timothy then quickly took the book, and Infinight quickly disappeared.

“What will I use this book for first,” Timothy asked himself as he was walking in a park. “I know, I want a horse,” continued Timothy. Timothy then wrote the request in the book, and a horse quickly appeared. At the same time, a being that looked like Infinight also appeared. “Who are you,” asked Timothy. “I come in peace,” responded the being, “my night is Deadsky and I congratulate you for using the book responsibly.” “How so,” asked Timothy. “You see, I have seen people use the book for many different purposes, including to rule the worlds they lived in,” replied Deadsky. “That’s very selfish," responded Timothy, “people shouldn’t wish for things like that.” “Well, it happens,” replied Deadsky, “and again I congratulate you for not using the book for selfish means.” As Timothy prepared to ride his horse, he suddenly thought of a series of questions that he was wondering why he didn’t ask Infinight earlier.

“Sir, can I ask you a few questions,” asked Timothy. “Go ahead,” responded Deadsky even though he did appear to be a bit annoyed by Timothy’s suspicions. “How many people have used this book in the past,” asked Timothy. “You would be the fifth one,” replied Deadsky who responded slowly as in that he was choosing his answers carefully. “What happened to the other users of the book,” asked Timothy, “I hope they are ok.” “They are,” replied Deadsky, “if anything terrible happens, we would be able to reverse the damage.” “That is good,” responded Timothy, “if anything happens, it would be important if there was a way to reverse it.” “Of course,” replied Deadsky, “what are you going to use the book next for.” “I will think of something once I ride my horse for a while,” responded Timothy. As Timothy rode the horse through the park, Deadsky began to look more annoyed with Timothy.

After about three hours, Timothy finally decided to use the book for something else, and Deadsky, who was still there, couldn’t be more relieved. “What are going to wish for now,” asked Deadsky. “I think I will wish for a new house,” replied Timothy, “and I am grateful that Infinight told me that I need to be more specific, otherwise the house will have a random appearance.” “That definitely sounds like him,” responded Deadsky who sounded like he was mocking Timothy, “also, you don’t have to spend a lot of time going into detail You can just write what other house you want your new house to look like.” “Thanks, that would save a lot of time,” replied Timothy, “and I want my new house to look like my neighbor’s house, which looks amazing.” “Finally, he is writing something,” said Deadsky to himself. As Timothy wrote his wish, suddenly, another being appeared, but Timothy wasn’t worried. As a matter of fact, he was happy that he had more company. “Infinight was very nice to me,” replied timothy, and it is nice to have more visitors here.” “Certainly is,” replied Deadsky, “his name is Darkwire.” “Hello, Darkwire,” greeted Timothy. “Hello, moron,” replied Darkwire. “Darkwire, mind your manners,” scolded Deadsky. “Sorry,” apologized Darkwire, “I am just not used to people being nice to me.” “Don’t worry about it,” replied Timothy, “the people here are really nice.” “Hmm,” thought Deadsky to himself, “a little too nice if you ask me.”

As Timothy enjoyed his new house, he suddenly had another idea. “Deadsky, Darkwire, can I use the book to solve world hunger,” asked Timothy. “That you can,” replied Deadsky, “you don’t even need to be specific with the request. You can just write that people in your world no longer experience hunger and that is it.” “It is that easy,” asked Timothy, “getting this book is the best thing to happen in my life.” “And it wouldn’t be the best thing to happen in just your life,” Deadsky thought to himself. Timothy then quickly wrote the wish in the book, and almost immediately, humans no longer experienced hunger.

When he finished writing it, another being appeared. “Hello, what’s your name,” asked Timothy. “I don’t think he speaks your language,” replied Deadsky as he approached the new visitor. The new visitor then left and walked towards a local mountain range. “Where is he going,” asked Timothy, “he told me that Infight told him that he is needed in the mountains.” “What would he be doing there,” asked Timothy. Deadsky rushed to think of a response. “We Nightgraves, which is the name of our group,” responded Deadsky, “need solar energy for many of our basic needs.” “Infinight told him to go to the mountains to look for the best place for another installation that will allow us to gather solar energy.” “I’ve told my friends before that we need to use solar power more,” replied Timothy, “it is nice that your group is able to efficiently use it.” Deadsky did his best to avoid snickering.

The following afternoon, Timothy asked Deadsky about it the book could end cancer in the human world. “The book can do that and just like with hunger, you don’t have to be very specific about it,” explained Deadsky. “That’s great,” responded Timothy, ”good-bye cancer then, you won’t be missed.” Timothy quickly scribbled his request in the book, and within a minute, cancer ceased to exist in the world. “This is awesome,” responded Timothy, “now no one has to suffer because of cancer.” Within a minute of completing this request, another Nightgrave entered the world. “Infinight, wasn’t joking when he said that every time I wrote something in this book, another Starruner would appear in the world,” replied Timothy. “If we aren’t welcome, we can leave,” explained Deadsky. “You don’t need to,” assured Timothy, “it is nice to have visitors.” “Of course,” Deadsky said to himself.

“By the way,” continued Timothy, “how is that project in the mountains going. It looks more like a fortress than a power plant.” “The equipment we need to build will make it look like that,’ explained Deadsky, “it should be done soon.” “That’s good news,” replied Timothy, ”we need more solar plants in this world.” “I was meaning to ask,” continued Timothy, “we the other users of the book from my world, or from different worlds.” Deadsky quickly considered what to say, and decided that saying that the other users were from different worlds would lead to more questions. “They were from your world,” responded Deadsky. “If they were from my world, then why haven’t I heard of them,” asked Timothy. “We carefully chose who to give the book to,” responded Deadsky, “and we don’t encourage sharing information about the book with other people as it might attract the wrong kind of attention.” “Will the book later be brought to other worlds,” asked Timothy, “I think other worlds should benefit from it.” “God, do these questions ever end,” Deadsky said to himself. “Maybe in the future, but not right now,” responded Deadsky. “That’s great,” replied Timothy, “other world can use it.”

Timothy then continued to use the book for about a week, and by then at least a hundred Nightgraves had entered the human world. “This is nice,” responded Timothy, “it is nice to have visitors from other worlds.” “Though I need to ask,” continued Timothy, “that is one scary power plant you are building there.” This was where Deadsky decided to finally reveal the true intentions of the Nightgraves to Timothy. “I lied when I said that it was a power plant,” explained Deadsky laughingly, “it really is a fortress, and right now, only you can see us.” “But why would you build a fortress there,” asked Timohty who was shocked to hear the truth. “We needed enough of us to complete the fortress,” responded Deadsky, “and after you used the book enough times, we were able to complete the fortress.” Timothy turned pale once he heard the revelations.

“And that’s not all,” responded Deadsky as he cackled, “with the fortress complete, we will be able to conquer your world the same way we have conquered dozens of other worlds.” “But why our world,” asked Timothy, “we didn’t do anything to you.” “It’s just bad luck for you,” replied Deadsky, “you have valuable resources, and your world were just unlucky enough to be our next target.” “But what about my people,” asked Timothy, “please don’t do anything to them.” “Once we harvest the resources form this world,” replied Deadsky, “there will be nothing left.” “Please, I am begging you,” pleaded Timothy, “spare my people, and I trusted you.” “Like I said, bad luck,” responded Deadsky as he left to join an incoming army of Starruners, leaving Timothy stunned with fear as he watched his world burn.

About a decade after the occupation of Earth by the Nightgraves, Timothy was now in a different world called Flamecomet, and was speaking to a representative there, who had the appearance of goblin combined with a werewolf. “Hello,” greeted the being, “my name is Moonarrow, and I am sorry to hear about what happened to your world.” “Yea, it hasn’t been easy,” replied Timothy who because of fatigued appeared to be years old than he was. “What can you tell me about what happened,” asked Moonarrow. “Well, a Nightgrave approached me years ago with a book that could change reality itself,” responded Timothy, “and said that the only consequences for using it would be that another Nightgrave would enter my world.” “I guess the morale of this story is that in the end, people will try to minimize harmful effects through different means, including hiding important information,” concluded Timothy.