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// Chapter 1: Enter the Infinite 
// Story: Wandering Through Realities 
// by plsnobully 
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Chapter I: "Enter the Infinite"


(Optional Background Music: Stephan Baer - Sirens of Pandora)

"Damn it to Phyrexia, not now," Adrolon growled as he wandered aimlessly throughout the Multiverse.

The interplanar medium resembled an infinitely spanning bubble bath, with each bubble being its own respective reality. A low humming noise near the first octave faintly reverberated the abyss throughout. Adrolon stood on a stellar platform among the aeons, fatigued.

He was in a place called the Blind Eternities, the interplanar medium which binds the Multiverse together. A void that consists of both Æther, pure mana, and innate energy. A very hostile place that was sure to vaporize any normal being. Luckily for Adrolon, and those like him, they were no normal beings. They were Planeswalkers, mages with enormous reserves of mana which in turn can be used to ward off the harsh environment of the Blind Eternities.

Adrolon finally felt run-down after what felt like forever. He had been nonstop planeswalking, one of the most mana-consuming acts a Planeswalker can do. To planeswalk for who knows how long, one could clearly see why he was exhausted. He had used up the rest of his mana reserves and had to rest in a nearby plane. He was still new to this whole planeswalking gig, so Adrolon had no idea where this would bring him.

Catching his breath, Adrolon looked himself over. He was a mess. He stood at an average 5' 10" with dark brown hair down to his eyebrows, tattered. He was slightly on the heavier side, but it wasn't terribly noticeable. His jagged stubble was hardly groomed; magenta baggage indenting his eyes. He wore a mana-imbued graphene composite armor set, lightweight and durable. Over the armor was a large black robe that went down to Adrolon's ankles, with a closed collar that ended at the top of his lips, and large sleeves that ended at his elbows. On his right wrist sat a mana-imbued datapad with a myriad of purposes. Finally, his weapon consisted of a halberd-staff hybrid that he used to channel spells and engage in armed combat.

All of this equipment was a testament to where Adrolon was from; an advanced super-civilization that discovered how to incorporate mana into technology. In short, they had a bang for their buck. After all, a few thousand years was quite enough time to knead out all of the wrinkles in a society, lest they destroyed themselves in the process. Remembering his situation, Adrolon began the hunt for a suitable plane to stop and rest.

Adrolon passed five massive planes before spotting a slightly smaller, seemingly less volatile plane. Adrolon switched modes on his datapad so it could determine habitability ratios. It was an upside to being a technologically-savvy Planeswalker, while less savvy Planeswalkers had a riskier chance of survival, as they blinked into existence here and there.

Adrolon felt enormous amounts of energy flood from within that same plane that he was standing in front of. Attached to this plane was an even smaller plane, jutting out and connected only by bits and pieces of Æther.

Probably a parallel universe, he thought, though I know not what they could possibly relate to.

Adrolon noticed that the radiating energy is coming off of a medium-sized planet in the larger plane. A closer look revealed a planet lush with vegetative life, an equal land-to-ocean ratio to boot. The oceans appeared to be eutrophic — chock full of nutrients, which was well in Adrolon's favor. Healthy oceans meant healthy soil, and that meant healthy and abundant food for his poor, shriveling stomach.

Despite the beauty it held, Adrolon had to be sure. He stuck his wrist into the plane, and into the atmosphere of the planet. Once the instruments on his wrist did their job, he began sifting through the habitability report, which yielded an eighty five percent chance habitability for the planet.

More of an anomaly was the orbital patterns of the planet. The star that the planet should be orbiting around was instead orbiting around the planet. The energies that leaked off of the planet were being pinpointed around the star and an orbiting moon, coalescing and altering the orbits of the three celestial bodies. Adrolon deduced the possibility of natural phenomena.

This energy, Adrolon concluded, resembles a more concentrated and precise form of mana.

As Adrolon inched closer, the energy he felt only grew.

"That's spectacular," Adrolon barely whispered, his mouth agape. "Its potency is literally resonating into the Æther."

A civilization that understands and uses mana to alter celestial bodies, Adrolon thought, is truly remarkable! It would do me well to study this plane as my mana recharges.

With his decision set, Adrolon managed to find a suitable landing zone to blink into existence there. Some additional sightseeing revealed a land mass that had four visible biomes: deserts, temperate climate zones, grasslands, and glacial tundras.

I should have no problem drawing mana from these vibrant lands, thought Adrolon as he attempted to locate the source of orbital relocation. Such abundance would yield me at full power in two days.

An inspection on the center of the country unveiled the first artificial structure that Adrolon could see on the planet. A white castle, with golden and lavender spires, was sitting aloft on the side of a towering mountain. Glimmering waterfalls flowed off the edge of a nearby plateau, adding a sense of serenity and elegance to the scenery.

With his plan put into action, and almost collapsing from exhaustion, Adrolon used the last bit of his energy to leap through the Ætherial boundary, unsure where his actions would lead him.



Retrospectively, in a castle on the side of a mountain, a large, white alicorn stiffened in surprise and fear, as she sensed that an unknown intruder had breached the dimensional boundary for the first time since the last couple ages. The sensation became more intense before it began to taper off.

Once the initial shock passed, she immediately set a historical investigation into action, beginning with a quill and parchment.