Adventures of John: The Adventurer and the Snow Queen
Introduction
My name is John Smith. Not really. But in order to protect my identity, I usually refer to myself as such. Our world, our reality, is not the only one there is. There are an infinite number of planes of existence beyond our own, realms of myth and magic filled with all manner of beasts and creatures. There are those among us, ordinary people in all other aspects, that have a connection to one or more of these worlds. Their connection to these worlds of magic can often give them abilities beyond those of normal men. Many of these special individuals aren't aware of their abilities.
I am one of these people, except I know of my abilities, and I am not merely connected to one realm. I am connected to all of them. Because of this, I have the ability to separate my soul from my body and travel to these realms. Not only can I send my spirit to these other realms, but while I am in these other worlds I can do anything my mind can dream of. These are the tales of my journey's through the magical realms. These are the Adventures of John. Why am I posting my tales on a fan fiction site you ask? Well, you wouldn't believe the people I've met.
Throughout all my journeys, I have been restricted by a single truth. While my spirit is free to travel the dimensions, my body is forced to remain in this one. Not only that, but the fantastic abilities that I have in those realms I have never been able to utilise in this world. For years I have struggled with this, seeking a way to have those same abilities in this world and to travel physically between the realms. Finally, a few days after Christmas I had had enough.
During my travels I had encountered many varieties of magic, each with varying degrees of power, some of them natural and good, and others that were unnatural and dark. I saw these magics, and I swore an oath that I would never attempt to wield such unnatural powers. That day I broke my oath, and began a ritual that I myself had once helped stop, a ritual to create a rift that would act as a door between the realms, which I believed at the time would grant me my full power. But I was wrong.
I was finishing up the ritual, and I could see the rift opening before me. I could feel my power waiting for me on the other side, just waiting for me to reach out and take it for my own. In hindsight, I can see that the entire thing was a horrible idea, but at the time, all I could think about was the power. That was when everything went wrong. I do not know whether I said something incorrectly, or if my protective circle was not strong enough, or simply that in my foolish pride I attempted an act that was beyond my capabilities. Whatever the reason, the ritual failed, and the rift transformed from a doorway to another world into a dark maelstrom, dragging my into its gaping maw. It consumed me, and all was darkness.