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Report 01: The normal world and the first inciting incident.

Alright, let's try writing this introduction Animorphs style.

My name is Alex.

I could be lying here, and I won't tell you my last name. Or where precisely I live. Unlike in Animorphs, this isn't for security reasons. All the dangerous stuff I'm facing is occurring in another universe, so your all safe... Unless of course said stuff ends up with the ability and willingness to travel through the multiverse, in which case I'm not putting you in any additional danger by telling you about it.

Also if you're reading these reports then that means that you are either an inhabitant of my native dimension so you already know who I am. (because let's be honest, my departure from my version of Earth wasn't exactly subtle.) Or the dimension this report (or a copy of it) ended up in wasn't the one where I was abducted by the call. So it doesn't really matter who I am.

I'm not telling you who I am because ever it's not relevant. It doesn't matter if you like or hate me. It doesn't matter if I lived next door to you or on the other side of the world. It doesn't matter how you may be different from me, in any way, shape, or form. What matters here is that I have a story to tell that if it could happen to me… then it could have happened to anyone... and it involves dragons.

Now after reading that last line you either thought to yourself, cool, another story with dragons in them. Or you thought to yourself, o god, another story with dragons in it. Perfectly understandable, after all, it sometimes feels like dragons have been done by every major fantasy author and their mother. So while stories like The Hobbit and Dragonriders of Pern asked novel narrative questions in their time. No one feels the tension from stories that derive tension from if our heroes can defeat the dragon[s] anymore, and no one feels a sense of wonder from asking what it's like to be a dragonrider either.

Therefore, if you want to write a story about dragons, [or about anything really] you need to derive tension and/or wonder from narrative questions that haven't been explored much before. As it turns out I believe I've come across a few of these questions and one of them is this; What is it like to be a dragonrider... if you grew up in the modern world.

If that particular concept has already been explored then I certainly haven't seen it. If anyone who reads this has the ability to let me know if they're already stories like that, please do so I would love to learn about them until then let's start with my story.

It's hard to know where some stories really start. I can say with confidence that this is not one of those stories. In fact, so far this adventure roughly fits with the typical hero's journey.

The hero's journey usually starts with an ordinary world which the audience is most likely familiar with and the hero is definitely familiar with. The purpose of this place from a story perspective is to give a comfortable status quo to start from and to make the impact of entering the world of adventure have much more of an impact because let's face it; without the ordinary world, the world of adventure is just… a world.

So the day I ended up leaving my ordinary world began as it almost always does on a weekday, my smartphone started to ring and I picked it up without any conscious effort, The 6:35 AM alarm was dismissed and I got out of bed with my phone and earbuds in my pocket.

Without thinking about anything else except getting over waking up, I walked out of my room, went to the kitchen, got the bacon from the fridge, and started to cook breakfast when I noticed that it had snowed last night.

Snow. For the first time in years, it had snowed in Portland Oregon. Then my mood soured as I thought about the extreme cold snap in the Midwest states causing trouble to the point of being potentially deadly to the people living there which in turn made me think about the mutant orangutan's tweet about how said cold snap proves that global warming isn't real and/or destructive, (excuse me, global waming) which then made me think on how nobody ever said that it would never snow anywhere ever again yet people still use that as an excuse, which then got me thinking about the general stupidity and greed that exist in the world and how…

"Alex?" My dad's voice called out from the living room where he preferred to sleep.

"Yes?" I called back.

"The twins don't have school today."

"Dow!" I thought as I brought to myself back to the present. Realizing that I was halfway towards cutting opening a new package of bacon while the previous package I've been thrown out with the last of it's the bacon inside in the frying pan.

I shook my head in self-amusement. "I managed to think of everything snow-related except the fact that snow means that there is no need to cook on weekday mornings."

I stopped cutting up the new package and put it back in the fridge, then I tried to figure out what to do with the bacon already in the frying pan. I ended up deciding on putting it in a Tupperware container, sure it was going to eventually turn into another dish that I'd have to wash, but it was my fault it was needed in the first place.

As I walked back to my room to get some extra sleep I reminded myself why I stopped keeping up with world news. I was going to drive myself crazy[er] if I focused on the things I couldn't control.

After sleeping for an hour and a half, I decided to play some Starcraft 2 for a few games on my personal computer, re-watching the replays whenever I didn't know what I could've done better. Afterward, I looked up at the newest Ted Talks about science and engineering then I thought about what it would be like to live in a world where these things were commonplace, and next thing I knew it's noontime.

This was the time I usually took the family dog on a walk to a relatively close dog park, and this day was not an exception. Especially because the said dog loves the snow and it's fun watching him play in it.

So I got up and got dressed for the moderate cold and looked at my reflection in my bedroom mirror, looking back at me was a man in his early twenties with jeans, a hoodie, short dirty blonde hair, and dull green eyes. All and all somebody you would never remember unless you were making an effort to do so.

Satisfied I left my room to the front foyer, opened the glove compartment to get my hoodie-matching-gloves, and I made my announcement. "You want to go for a walk?" I asked to no one in particular, and the predictable results immediately followed.

Suddenly there were sounds of four-legged and very excited running from the other side of the house, getting louder and louder until right beside me was a hyper-energetic ball of fur waggling his entire butt, a habit that he picked up from his boxer side.

I got his leash and turned it to find that he was bowing in his usual manner, [I never found out where he got that habit.] After he was done I put the leash on him and off we went.

Looking back at that moment, I tend to think about Hammer from Fable 2 and how she reflected on how she couldn't remember if she said goodbye to her father the last time she left him. And the funny thing about goodbyes was you never knew if you would get another one.

But at that moment I was walking the dog to the park while enjoying the view of the suburban-esque neighborhood covered in the thin layer of snow

As I mentioned earlier the city I live in is Portland Oregon, if you're curious about whether or not what they say about this city being weird is true or not, I'll just say this; one at the store so I can go to as a sign saying keep Portland weird, kilt-wearing unicycle-riding bagpipe-playing Darth Vader is just a site I spent a few seconds being amused by before I continue my day, and I once saw a ninja riding a motorcycle with a big samurai sword on his back.

Okay, maybe the part about the big samurai sword might have been something I misremembered due to my dad joking about how this guy might have had pick-up lines involving swords.

So anyway, after me and the dog spent some time at the dog park where my canine companion decided then he was mostly interested in getting petted by the other dog owners rather than playing with the other dogs after he was done playing in the snow, we were heading home along the usual route as we usually did for just about any other day like this, not expecting anything taking place on our way back.

So you probably figured that this is the part where… it happened.

The thing that happened began when we were watching the vehicles go by, waiting for our turn to cross the street. The sign that something was amiss was that my canine companion, [I'm not telling you his name.] Began barking at one of the trucks about to pass us before it got the red light.

"What is the truck full of skateboarders or something?" I thought to myself as we moved across the street.

Then I heard it too, this sound that was both a deep rumbling and a high-pitched shriek coming from the completely normal looking commercial truck.

As I would later find out I always remember what happened next differently each time I think about it, apparently one of the drawbacks of this particular method of extra-dimensional travel is that it causes you to gain memories from other versions of yourself making the journey.

One of the few consistencies about all these versions of events is that I ended up in the pod that was being transported in the trunk, followed by a feeling of time becoming completely meaningless and that eternity was now all.

Ya, I know it sounds weird, but that's what comes to my mind when I think about what traveling there the void between universes is like.