"If you don't give it back," he said, "you're really going to be in trouble."

Emerald watched her opponent closely. Besides the tenseness in his muscles, there wasn't any sign to how he would fight. He didn't get into any stance and he didn't draw a weapon, but Emerald wasn't stupid. She had been living on the streets long enough to know that Blondie was just trying to bait her by not putting up a defense. He probably had a hidden knife that would strike her the moment she got close.

They remained in deadlock, Emerald taking one step back every time he took a step forward. Neither of them were willing to attack first fearing the unknown counter, but Emerald recognized that Blondie was getting anxious as he keep stealing glances at the book she had quickly stashed in her side pouch. Whatever was written in there was important enough for him to look away from her weapons. In a war of patience, Blondie was going to falter first, but a little taunting might help him along.

"Why is this book so important to you? Does it have all you deepest, darkest secrets?"

"In a way, but there's nothing in there you could get anyone to believe let alone sell, so just give it back."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Don't make me do this."

"Try me." Blondie took a heavy breath. Emerald tightened her stance and prepared her semblance, whatever he was planning was about to happen. Blondie brought his hands to his mouth and turned slightly to the side. Was this some weird fighting stance or was he using his own semblance? The air was thick as he took another deep breath and…

"Help! Thief! Someone call the police!"

Emerald's weapons nearly fumbled from her hands as she abruptly stopped herself from luging the guy while he had been distracted. She recovered quickly, however, and rushed him. "What the hell are you doing?" she screamed, planting her heel right in his gut.

His shouting stopped and he collapsed onto his hands and knees in a coughing fit. The fight was over and Emerald had won, but instead of the relief of knowing she got to live another day, she felt embarrassed. She had been prepared to fight this guy to the death, yet he had obviously not been prepared to do the same. How bad had her life gotten that she had consider this guy a threat?

His coughing fit ended and he looked up at her, still on his hands and knees. "Give it back."

Emerald couldn't take it anymore. "Are you crazy! You think you're in a position to be making demands from me? How stupid are you?"

The boy looked around, seemingly evaluating his position, and confirming she was correct. He then slid his arms forward and put his forehead to road, bowing to Emerald. "Please, give it back."

"Are you serious! Why would I do that?"

Blondie jumped to his feet, looking just as fed up as Emerald felt. "Well, the cops apparently decide to take a day off, I can't take it from you by force, so what else can I do? Why do you even want my journal? It doesn't have any value to you."

"It's doesn't matter why I want it," Emerald said, not wanting to admit her mistake. "I stole it so I can do whatever I want with it."

Blondie grit his teeth and raised his hand like was going to try and grab her, but one look at her blade made him reconsider. "Look, how about a trade. You give me my journal back and I'll see what I can give you in return."

Emerald made a show of thinking about it for a little bit, but in her mind, she already knew what she wanted. There were some things that couldn't just be stolen. "Buy me dinner and I'll consider it." Her stomach grumbled in agreement.

Jaune sulked behind the green-haired thief. If he tried really hard, he could pretend this was a date, and not the extortion scheme it was. She looked so happy about it, too, with a spring in her step as she led them to wherever they were going. Jaune just hoped she would keep her end of the deal. Making that journal once was hard enough. He might go insane if he had to do it again.

"We're here," the girl said.

Jaune looked up at the clearly high-grade restaurant with a lush balcony, fitted with stone archways. The few people he could see dining were dressed in nicer clothes than he owned. "I don't think we really belong in a place like this," he said. "Besides are they really going to let you in with those." Jaune motioned to the two very deadly looking weapons she had.

"It will be fine," she dismissed. "Just remember you're paying."

Jaune could hear his wallet cry out as they approached.

The host greeted them skeptically, obviously questing what a couple of tattered teens were doing in a place like this. "How can I help you."

"Table for two, please," Jaune's companion said with the confidence of someone who belonged.

The host was still, understandably, concerned. "I'm sorry to inconvenience you, but there has been a string of dine-and-dashes coming from the nearby district." The implication that the two of them were a flight risk was obvious. "So, I must ask you to be willing to pay for your meals beforehand."

"That's perfectly fine."

The host still clearly not believing them, but not having any reason to deny them, grabbed two menus and lead them to a small table. It was towards the back and obviously meant to keep them out of the sight of other, more respectable, customers. The two sat across from each other and were told a waiter would be with them shortly.

When Jaune saw the item pricings, he almost cried. "Please, have mercy on me. I'm already broke," Jaune pleaded.

"Do you live in a place with four walls and a roof?"

"Yes."

"Then you've got lien to spare.

When the waiter did show up, she ordered one of the most expensive items on the menu. Jaune didn't even bother to try and get her to change her mind. "Just some water and the house salad for me," he said handing the man the majority of the money in his wallet.

"Wow, Blondie I thought for sure I was going to have to steal your wallet and pay for it myself."

"It's Jaune, and if that was your plan, why didn't you steal it on the way here."

That earned a frown from his dinning partner. He had kept an iron grip on his wallet ever since they made their deal. Not even the best thief could steal a wallet when the target was clutching onto it like his life depended on it. "Whatever," she mumbled.

"Would you mind telling me your name? I would at least like to know the person who's going to put me in debt. That way when I'm forced out onto the street, I'll have a connection."

"Nah, I don't think so. I have enough trouble taking care of myself. Don't want some dog following me around."

"Okay," Jaune conceded, "I'll just call you Greenie."

"You're really annoying, you know that."

"Sorry, normally I'm a lot more sociable when I'm not talking to a person who's holding my property for ransom just so they can wolf down some expensive food."

"What did you say!" she said, slamming her hands on the table. Jaune flinched at the sudden outburst of anger. "Don't you dare accuses me of being a glutton. Do you know what it's like digging in the trash for your next meal? I'm lucky to get one hot meal a week." Her hand absently coasted closer to the handle of her weapon, and Jaune noticed people starting to stare.

"Okay, I'm sorry. That was over the line. Just calm down." Greenie seemed to remember where they were and brought her hand back to the table. Jaune sighed in relief. A criminal with an anger problem, just the thing he needed to top off his day.

There were a few moments of silence between them before the waiter came back with their food. "Enjoy your meal, but madam, I must ask you to tone down your voice. You're disturbing the other guests." The waiter didn't get a reply and obviously hadn't expected one since he walked away right after.

Jaune couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't just kicked them out since Greenie had nearly pulled a weapon, and Jaune was pretty sure that wasn't an acceptable practice around here. In fact, no one had even mentioned them. Jaune looked around to see if anyone was taking frightened glances at the armed girl but no one even seemed nervous.

Jaune turned back to Greenie, examining her through the steam of her freshly roosted meat. She was trying to slow her eating down for presentation sake, but she was still inhaling her food at an abnormal pace. "Why isn't anyone commenting on your weapons?" Jaune asked when she was midway through a bite.

She narrowed her eyes, angry that he had ruined a very special moment. She pulled the fork out of her mouth with a plop and set it down. "I'll answer that if you answer one of my questions first."

"What is it?"

"What's in that book that's so important to you."

"You're telling me you didn't take a look?"

"I flipped through it, but it was all a bunch of nonsenses to me. Magic is for kids, and the only monsters in this world are the grimm and other people.

"Would you believe me if I told you it was all real, and I need it for work."

"Nope."

"Then sorry I don't have another lie to tell you," Jaune said, picking around his salad with a smirk.

She narrowed her eyes again, but this time to considerif he was just crazy. "I'm not going to answers you're question if you don't tell me the truth."

Jaune rolled his eyes. "I told you the truth. You just don't want to believe it, but fine, I'll tell you something more believable. I'm an inspiring horror author and that journal is where I write all my ideas."

"I can tell you're messing with me. Do you think you're a funny guy?"

"I like to think I am, but this isn't a joke. Now spill, why isn't anyone noticing your weapons?"

"As if I'm going to tell a liar like you the truth."

"Pretty ironic coming from a thief." It was a miracle they hadn't started yelling at each other. It was probably only their location that kept his dinner date from stabbing him, and Jaune was making sure to use that advantage as much as he could.

"If you're really telling the truth, prove it. Cast a spell and impress me."

"I'll need my journal for that." Jaune soon found his journal being tossed towards him. Sadly, it didn't quite make it to him and instead landed right in his salad.

"Oops," Greenie said, taking another bite of her steaming steak.

Jaune knew that using magic in such a public place and directly in front of her was a stupid thing to do but pettiness won out, and he grab a napkin from the table and drew an etch, using his journal as a reference.

The thief watched it all, clearly not expecting anything to happen, so when her steak suddenly turned ice cold the expression on her face was all the better.

"What did you just do?" she growled.

"Giving you proof."

"Bullshit, you're probably just some two-bit magician who's good at using some sleight of hand dust tricks. That or it's your semblance."

"Come up with as many theories as you want, but what you just saw was definitely magic, trick or not, so now you have to tell me yours."

Greenie looked down at her weapons then back at Jaune with a glare that would send must men running, but Jaune was just pissed enough to stand his ground. Her jaw clenched at his stubbornness. "It's my semblance. I can make people hallucinate. Anything complex I can only do to one or two people, but something simple like making my stationary weapons appear invisible, I can do to a lot more."

"Still, it must be taxing to keep it up on some many people for so long."

"For a meal like this, it's worth it, or at least it was," she said, looking down at her slightly frozen streak. She still continued to eat it, though.

Jaune thought about how her semblance fit perfectly with her profession. It would be nice to have and ace like that up his sleeve. With a power like that it would have been easy to steal the transdimensional plate.

Actually, it didn't necessarily need to be him to steal it. His eyes fixated on the girl, something she easily noticed. "What?" she said looking a little uncomfortable with the direct eye contact.

"What if we made another deal? I need to steal something and it sounds like you'd be prefect."

She raised her brow, just a little, at the sudden offer. "What would be in it for me?"

"If I get this item, I'll be able to prove beyond a doubt that what's written in this book is the truth."

"That's not enough. I'm curious but not that much; besides, if you're telling the truth, then I'm not sure I want to know. I have enough reason to watch my back without adding any of these supernatural things you believe in."

"Then how about I sweeten the deal. You said you don't get many hot meals, well it just so happens I'm the head cook at a popular night club. If you do this for me, I'll make sure to give you a free meal whenever you want." Jaune had no idea if Junior would actually allow that, but it's not like the club made its profit from the food so it shouldn't be too big a deal. All that mattered was if Greenie believed it, and by the looks of it, she did.

She gazed down at the near finished steak thinking about how tomorrow would be another day of forging for scraps. "You said you had a house."

"An apartment but yes."

"Let me move in with you and I'll do it."

If Jaune would have been eating anything he would have choked. "Why would you want that? Surly you're good enough to steal enough money to pay rent every mouth. The only funds I have were the ones I was able to take from my messily savings account, and even I was able to afford a few months."

"It's not all about the money. You have to have an ID and a solid background to rent, even in the worst places. Both of which I'm severely lacking. Also, I would have to sign a lease, leaving a paper trail, something I'm sure the cops and the people I've pissed off over the years would love to follow."

Jaune pulled back a little. Letting this girl into his apartment was just asking for everything to be stolen, and even if that wasn't her plan, they had barely avoiding fighting over the course of dinner. It wouldn't take long for blood to start flying if they roomed together.

Still, he wanted that transdimensional plate, not just to get the playground back but for all its possible future uses. What were the odds this girl was really going to stay with him, anyways? She would get one look at his small and rapidly decaying apartment and turn around on the spot. If the initial impression didn't work then the state of the bathroom and single bed would do the trick.

"If that's what you really want, I guess I can agree to that," Jaune said holding out his hand.

"Emerald," she said, taking it.

"What?"

"Emerald, that's my name, so don't you dare call me anything else."

Jaune chuckled. "Alright Emerald, cheers to our new partnership."

Jaune and Emerald stood outside Vale's Ancient Civilization Museum. It was closed for the night, but Jaune could see a few guards through the windows. The pair had come straight here after Jaune had explained what they needed. Emerald had then spent the next couple hours checking the place out.

"What do you think?" Jaune asked when she returned.

"The place isn't built like a maximum-security prison, but they certainly aren't slacking on security. From what I could tell there's only five or six guards, but there's a ton of cameras and I'm willing to bet they've installed some motion sensors inside the building."

"Can we do it?"

"Normally, a place like this would require a stakeout for at least a couple days before I would even considerer breaking in, but since we know exactly what we want and aren't trying to sell it, we don't have to be as cautious with the retrieval. As long as we can get in and get out, it doesn't matter if they instantly notice it's missing."

"Won't we be swarmed by police if that happens, though."

"Just let me handle that. Now put this on and let's get going." Emerald handed Jaune a garbage bag as long as him with two eye holes cut out.

"Um, are you really expecting me to where this."

"I'm sorry, who's the expert here?" Emerald said, putting on her own trash bag. Jaune groaned and did the same. It smelled like spoiled milk.

The two of them went around back to a loading bay, Emerald showing Jaune where to walk to avoid all the cameras. When they made it to the door, Emerald stopped him. "There's a camera pointed directly at the entrance. There's no way we can get in without being seen by it. Stay right behind me and keep up. If were fast enough, hopefully the guard watching the cameras wouldn't get a good look at us."

"You're putting a lot of faith in this guy having poor eyesight."

"Guards like him stare at screen every day of the week watching a lot of nothing happen. He's probably bored out of his mind and won't have that fast of a reaction time. As long as we make it through without him immediately recognizing us as intruders we'll be fine."

"I don't know," Jaune said, thinking of a few ways this could go horribly wrong.

"Just trust me on this." Emerald said. "On my mark. Three, two, one—go!" Emerald bolted for the door with Jaune half a step behind her. The door wasn't locked and the pair made it inside within a second. There incredible pace was sort of undercut by the fact a guard was sitting in a small glass box literally two feet to the right of them. He looked directly at Emerald, but instead of looking shocked he gave her a smile.

The walkie-talkie on his belt cracked to life. "Hey, I think I just saw two people enter on your point. What's the situation?"

The guard picked up his radio and held a button on the side. "Relax, it's just Max. There's nothing to be worried about."

"Oh, okay. I guess I'm just really tried tonight. I'm seeing doubles."

"Only a few more hours to go," the guard laughed putting the walkie-talkie back on his belt. "You're back early, Max. Could it finally be the day you've decide to quit being a slacker?"

"If I still have time, I can go back out," Emerald said.

"Don't even think about it. Just swipe in and get to work."

Emerald nodded taking a plain white notecard from her pocket and sliding it through a keycard reader next to a door. Obviously, the machine didn't accept it and flashed red. Emerald shrug as if she was confused and then tried again. It denied her once again.

"Dumb machine always having problems," the guard grumbled. "I'll just let you in and tell someone to look into it in the morning." The guard pressed a button and the sound of the door unlatching was heard.

"Thanks," Emerald said opening the door so both of them could get through. Once they were on the other side they were in the museum proper.

"What the hell was that?" Jaune nearly shouted.

"I'll explain while we walk. Watch out for cameras." Jaune lead the way since he knew exactly what they were looking for and where it was.

"So, why wasn't that guard at all suspicions of two trash ghosts walking through?"

"My semblance, of course. He didn't see us. He just saw a projection of another guard that I'd had gotten a look at when he went outside to take a smoke break. The reason we waited so long is because I was waiting for that guard to go outside and take another one. Last time he was out there for fifteenth minutes, and I got you after he had been out there for seven, to make it plausible he could have finished his smoke in that time. It took us two minutes to get in, so we have about four or five to find whatever it is you're looking for. Once he comes back they're going to know something is wrong."

"If you were just going to use your semblance to get us in, why are we wearing these stupid costumes?"

"Because you idiot, my semblance doesn't work on technology. Even if I can make the guard think we're a different a person, the cameras are going to record the real thing, it wouldn't do much good if are faces were caught on film. Unless you're willing to get some plastic surgery that is?"

"I'm good."

"But I think it could do you some good." Emerald mocked.

"Shut up, I'm fine with the way I look."

"If you say so." The pair of thieves stopped in front of the room that housed the transdimensional plate.

"It's that thing." Jaune pointed to the glass case holding the strange disk-rod.

"Damn, it's right in the center of the room. No way we can avoid the cameras, and that's if we haven't already set off the motion detectors. I doubt they're going to believe their guard strayed so far from his route, whatever that may be. Looks like we're going loud. At least it's small."

"Wait, hang on!" Jaune tried to stop her but Emerald was already racing to the case in the middle of the room. Once she was there she pulled her arm back and punched through the glass with her bare hand. Jaune thought for sure she was going to slice her hand open but instead the glass bounced off her skin, harmlessly, as she grabbed the item.

"Why isn't there an alarm?" Jaune asked as she came back.

"There is. It's just silent," she said grabbing his hand and pulling him forward. "We need to get out of here. No need for stealth anymore, just run for it."

Jaune and Emerald sprinted down the long hallways as fast as they could. It looked like Emerald was taking them to the entrance of the museum instead of backtracking. "Hey you, stop!" A guard shouted as they rounded a corner,

Emerald was on him in a second, punching him in the gut and sweeping his legs out from under him. Jaune felt bad as her heard the loud crash when the guard fell onto the nice polished floor, but he couldn't take the check on him.

They could already hear the wailing sirens in the distance as they entered the lobby. Emerald didn't even bother to see if the front doors were locked or not before pulling out her weapon, shooting the handle, and kicking the door open.

The police were still a couple blocks away which allowed Emerald and Jaune to ditch their disguises in a dumpster, probably the same one they'd come from, and flee into the night.

"So, how was your first heist," Emerald asked as she lazy walked down the street with her hands behind her back.

Jaune on the hand was red-faced ant hunched over as he tried to keep up. "Exhausting, not to mention the amount of times I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest. Do you think they might be following us?"

"No, if they knew who we were, they would've just arrested us. We're far enough from the crime scene, too. That being said, stop looking for your shoulder every two seconds. You're practically screaming that you've got something to hide."

"Well, sorry for being nervous. I've never done anything like this before."

"Just act normal for now. Once we get this done, you can have your moral dilemma in your own home. By the way, even if your magic trick doesn't work, our deal still stands."

"It will work."

The two bickered all the way to the school and hopped the fence. It was exactly the same as Jaune had left it, without a piece of playground equipment in sight. "Alright mister magician, let's see cast you're spell."

"Shut up and give me the transdimensional plate," Jaune said, nursing a headache that had no doubt been caused by his new "partner."

"The what?"

"The thing we stole!" Jaune really needed this night to be over.

Emerald pulled out the tool, and Jaune roughly took it from her hand. He didn't miss the glare he sent him, but he was too tried to care. He looked at the transdimensional plate with all its disks and back at the empty space where the playground once was.

"Is this going to take long?" Emerald commented from the sidelines.

Jaune ignored her. He would rather die than admit to her that the plan sort of ended when they got it here. The plate itself didn't give any clue to how it worked, so Jaune just spun the four disk around as fast as he could.

Nothing happened.

"Are you ready to admit that you're wrong? Whatever you think is going to happen isn't."

"We haven't even been here for a minute. Give me some time." Emerald disapprovingly shook her head and took a seat right there on the ground. Now that Jaune had some peace and quiet, he took his time to examine the transdimensional plate from every angle. Roman hadn't given any instructions on how to use it, so it couldn't be to complex. Then again, Jaune wouldn't put it passed Roman to considering that information worth another phone call.

It wasn't until Jaune was about to give up and consult his journal that he noticed something. "Hey, when you stole this hadn't the black disk been below the grey disk."

"I don't know," Emerald groaned. "Why does it even matter."

"Because right now the black disk is above the grey." Jaune removed the top three disks and put them back in the order that they had been in when he saw it on display. On the bottom was still the transparent disk but then it went black, grey and white.

"What the—!" Emerald said, mouth wide open as she stared at the spot directly in front of him. There had been no flash of light or portal opening up in the fabric of space. The playground was simply back as if it had never left. "But that's not possible. There wasn't anything there. It must be another trick."

Jaune looked down at her with his lips tighten into a smug grin. "How can it be a trick? You said it yourself, 'there wasn't anything there.' Unless, you're going to accuse me of having another semblance."

"It must be smoke and mirrors, or something with perception," Emerald tried to reason.

"Do you think I really had us rob a museum just to play a trick on you. How would I have even set something like that up? You were with me the whole time."

Emerald seemed to run out of defenses and just looked at the playground slack-jawed. "Just who are you?"

"The name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tough, ladies love it. Profession: caretaker."

After a very long conversation, in which Jaune explained everything that lead up to him becoming a caretaker, they arrived at his apartment.

"I just can't believe this," Emerald said, taking a seat on his bed. "I mean, it's insane. How can all that stuff exist and no one knows about it. What else don't we know?"

"Forget about that!" Jaune yelled. "How did you walk in here and not turn away in disgust. Isn't this the biggest dump you've ever seen?"

Emerald looked at him confused. "It isn't great, but I've had to sleep in actual dumps before, so this place isn't all that bad. It even has a bed and a working bathroom."

"The bed is rotting way and the bathroom has something growing in it. You can't tell me that there's not as single place you could go that's better than this. Even if you homeless, under an overpass would probably be more sanitary then this place."

"Spoken like a person who's never had to live on the streets before. All those "better places" you're talking about are constantly being fought over. If you want to live there you better be willing to pay rent in blood. Also, while those places might seem nice and cozy on warm cloudless nights like these, when it rains or when winter comes, you'll be begging for a place with four walls and a roof. Living in this "dump" as you put it is about a million times better then curling yourself into the smallest ball possible hoping you retain enough heat to not freeze to death."

Jaune couldn't say anything to that. He now felt like an asshole for trying to kick her back out onto the street. No wonder she had been willing to help him rob a museum to live here. Things Jaune took for granted must have sounded like the deal of a lifetime to her. "I'm sorry," Jaune said, "I shouldn't have said that. You're free to stay here as long as you want."

"Good, now if you'll excuses me, I'm going to take a shower."

"Wait, can I ask you something?" Emerald raised a brow but didn't deny him. "How are you so strong. You punched through that glass case like it was nothing. It's didn't even cut you."

"That's just because I used my aura. I didn't do anything special." Jaune returned a blank look. "You do know what aura is, right?"

"Not a clue."

"Didn't you say you were planning on being a huntsman! How do you not know about aura?"

"What do you mean? I've never heard anyone talk about this aura."

"That's probably because it's so damn obviously that no one thought to. Just how do you think people become huntsmen?"

"You train really hard, get your body in shape, and once you've killed enough grimm and stolen their power, you gain a superpower."

"There's few crucial steps missing in there, and who the hell told you that you could steal power from grimm."

"My older sister."

It took a moment but it slowly dawned on him. "She was making fun of me, wasn't she?"

"How can you be so stupid?" Emerald scoffed.

"It's not my fault!" Jaune said trying to defend himself. "I was young and nobody ever told me anything different. If someone told you that a fat man dressed in red climbed down your chimney once a year to deliver presents, you would believe it till someone corrected you."

"For children, maybe, but you're an adult. How can you still believe that nonsenses?"

"You saw me use magic with nothing more than a couple of lines and bring an entire playground back from nothing. How can you say that's it unreasonable to assume that grimm could be used as power batteries?"

Emerald sighed. "Whatever, just come over here."

"Why?"

"I'm going to unlock your aura. If you going to keep playing wizard then you need something to protect you." Emerald placed her hands on Jaune shoulder and closed her eyes in contraction. They stood like that for a moment but nothing happened. Jaune looked at her to see what was happing and noticed a slight red tent to her cheeks."

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Just be quiet!" Emerald shouted, opening her eyes, which looked redder than normal. "This is delicate processes where I basically have to share my soul with yours. This is normally done by someone much closer to you, so don't you dare try to make anything out of this. I'm only doing this because if you die I won't have a place to live."

"Alright, alright, you don't need to get so wound up. I'll be quiet." Emerald stared into his eyes looking for any trace of dishonestly, but eventually settled down and shut her eyes again. She started saying something that he couldn't quite make out since she seemed to be saying it as fast as she could. Jaune felt a tingling sensation in his body the entire time it was happing, and when she was done, it was like he exploded with energy. The strain from the entire day was gone, and he felt like he could run a marathon. "Wow, this is amazing," Jaune said flexing his finger and enjoying the white glow they produced.

Emerald looked about ready to collapse as she pulled away. "Just great," she huffed, "you just had to be an aura monster. I'm going to go take my shower now. Don't interrupt me, or I'll cut your eyes out."

"Got it." Jaune waved her off not really hearing what she said. This aura stuff was amazing. He felt like a new person. Why didn't everyone do this?

Get ready Remnant, Jaune Arc is moving up in the world.

Excerpt from the book

There are four realms, or dimension planes , in our universe. They are NOT different realities as portrayed by shitty science-fictions authors. Those do not exist. The gods would have no reason to fight over this one if there were. You can't travel to another world and meet a different version of yourself. How would that even work? If you went to another reality and there was a person with your name and personality living the same life you do currently, but they have different parents. Would that be you, or would the person who was born from your parents at the exact same place and time, but sharing none of your characteristics be you? The point is that following this many-worlds interpretation, that is being so praised by the ignorant masses, is ridicules not only within the knowledge I possess as a caretaker, which might actually make me more susceptible to this claim, but also goes against the very notion of reason because of a very simple paradox. If all realities exist then there must be realities that will never experience contact with other realities, but following the same line of thinking there must be realities that interact with every other reality, so unless there is some universal rule that can kept certain realities separated from being accessed by all other realities—in which case the issues ceases to be relevant since alternate reality travel would been rendered impossible no matter how advanced a civilization gets—no other realities can exist.

But, I'm getting off track. These details will be appearing in the book I'm currently writing and will go far more in depth than I am willing to explore here. Back on topic, the reason the four dimension planes can, and do, exist while other worlds cannot, is because for all intensive purposes they act as literal dimensions, adding to the three dimensions of space humans are accustom to. You may think of it as having a new direction to go. The four realms, although not always, play off and have effects on one another. The difficultly of travel between the realms varies on what is being transported and the realm the object is currently in. The four realms are as followed: Apeiron, Primary, Abyss and Dreamscape.

The Primary is the realm where humans are born and naturally exist. In other words, it's what you normally experience as you go about your life.

The Abyss is the strangest and most unknown of the four. The best descriptor we have for it is what religious people would refer to as Hell. Some of the more dreadful and dangerous monster are believe to spawn there and then come over to our dimension. Few people have tried to venture there, fewer return, and none have been able to give a satisfying answer to what exist there.

The Apeiron is the nothingness that lacks any cosmic laws or structure. It's believe that this is where the gods were born and currently inhabit. Humans can simply not exist there. The Apeiron is just incompatible with our minds and senses. Going there is akin to sensory deprivation. The Apeiron dose have a practical use, however. It can be used as a massive storage where any objects, lacking consciousness, can be sent and retrieved at any time without experiencing any degradation from the passage of time.

The Dreamscape is the dimension that has the closest connection to ours. It's a direct reflection of the Primary, but in which the abstract can manifest into physical forms like the notion of the self or the soul. Since the two realms are so closely connection, it is not uncommon for humans to slip instead while they are asleep, hence the name. The applications for the Dreamscape are numerous, and far too complex to mention in this brief summary.

An: Jaune and Emerald relationship is off to a rocky start, but they progressed from strangers to roommates in only one chapter, so I'm sure by the next one they become the best of friends with no more arguing or bickering at all.