The Ximren Chronicles:
Introduction.

It begins with a strange memory, even I wonder how it came to be. I can't remember it quite clearly, but I remember the flames. The burning, the pain, the raw seething hatred, I knew where I was, but I would never wish to admit it. I believe that I had fallen into the depths of hell. I remember struggling against the pull of millions of blood covered and death ridden arms and limbs of unknown kind grasping onto me, as if their very being depended on it. I remember as I awoke I felt as if I was being yanked out of that horrid wasteland. But it is time I chronicle my life since that point. I have been to such far away lands you could never imagine the horrid sites, and the impossible beauties I have seen along my way. I have seen everything from murderous creatures with strange tentacled maws, and wingspans befitting only the largest of mythical beings to sunsets in marvelous shades of blue with hints of red enough only to barely be seen. I have heard languages not of this earth, nay, not of this realm. I can only imagine what other finds lie out before me, in this magnificent of all worlds. Where I have come to know The Ximren Universe.

I am Professor Delphinius S. Tucker, the sole professor of Religious studies and history at a small university on an island off the coast of New England, well, I was the sole professor of Religious studies and history, but I doubt they have kept my position for me. I was taught at Cambridge and raised a citizen of Her Majesty Queen Victoria's Empire. When I was born, the world was nothing as it is today. As it was, technology was at a low point, the steam engine was being redesigned to hold more power, and exert more force. It was a sad time in human history, pollution was high, and technological development was almost at a stand still with the world focused on production of a better steam engine. On the year of my fourteenth birthday my father went off to war. It was with the news of his death that I devoted my life to creating technology for the whole world. Technology that could better man kind, and could lead to peaceful use only. I learned the hard way that any design could be used as a weapon. When I was fifteen I created my first large scale invention: an underwater ship. I called it a submarination steam æthership. I sold the patents to the Royal British Navy and was instantly funded and given a proper laboratory. I could not have been happier.

By the time I was 18 my life was one of luxury and enjoyment. I had finished my underschooling in the metropolis of London, and was on my way to Cambridge. Although I had mostly only learned of mechanics, chemistry, and the other sciences, my mind took a different focus for my upperschooling: Religion, philosophy and history. Something had always interested me in the past, and I was intrigued when studying Da Vinci that I decided to learn of what marvels and technologies had been hidden out of human eye for many years. It was during these years that I brought forth my most famous inventions. I invented underwater ships so massive that scores of men could live for years underneath the sea to study the marvels of the depths. I invented ships of similar design that could even exist outside the atmosphere of the earth, studying the stars in the very sky above our heads. With each invention my aspirations grew and grew. It was only a matter of time before I began to undertake the invention that would bring me to the place I am now: The Transdimensional Ætherportal.

However, I was only 22 at the time I ended my final schooling. In learning Religion and History, with a touch of philosophy, you learn a lot about many languages other than English. I am still thankful for that, as those studies have made it easier to communicate with the strange species I have come to meet. Alas, I am getting sidetracked. I was only 22 at the time I ended my schooling, and I was not quite ready to risk the world to see other dimensions. I had finished my Transdimensional Ætherportal only a year earlier and still was running stability tests on the portal itself. I began to look for one who would become my bride. It was three months later that I found her, Abigail Williams. She and I fit together perfectly. For weeks I was madly in love with her. We had dinner and had gone to the theater on many occasions. We spent every waking moment together. Three months after the day we met, to the day, I asked her to be my bride.

She accepted through teary eyes. A month later she went on holiday to visit her mother and prepare for our wedding day. It was a week after she left that I received a letter in the post. It was from the coroner in Pensburry. My dearest Abigail had been killed by an unknown man. There had been no witnesses and the Constibul was attempting to do everything he could to find the killer. I knew enough at the time to realise there would be no hope in finding the killer. It was then that I gathered my things and made passage across the Atlantic. I was going to start a new life in America. I booked an airship from London that would be sufficient to carry my belongings. The Royal Navy expressed it's disapproval of my leaving, however as I was a civilian they could not hold me back. One of my previous Professors arranged for me to have the entire airship.

As I watched London, and then Mother England, and then the continent of Europe float away, I knew that my life was taking a turn for the better as I felt sure that I would be able to start an entirely new life where I was going. I began preparing my opening lecture for my new class. I had been guaranteed a spot as the Professor of Religious Studies and History at a small university called Wesleyan. I decided to open my Religious studies class with a lecture on the concept of God. I was going to open them up to the idea that different cultures had different Gods, and these belief contradictions were the cause of many conflicts over the ages. Little did I know that I would never get to deliver this lecture. It was then, on that airship, that I decided to run one final test on my Transdimensional Ætherportal.

I moved to the cargo area of the ship and removed the portal’s canvas cover. The large brass apparatus towered over me. The overall spherical shape at first had unnerved me during its creation, but I grew to appreciate its beauty. I moved to the knob riddled control panel and began to activate the portal. A light began to emanate from the four arms that contoured to the outer shape of the sphere. They began to spin rapidly. As the arms spun the light covered the large brass and copper mesh sphere. The whole portal began to glow with a deep purple light. I pushed the button on the control panel that directed a series of arms with focusing-glasses on the end between me and the sphere. It was as if I was moving from the subconscious. As though my body was acting on a force greater than myself, but I was strangely comfortable with it all. As the light began to engulf my body, I realised what I had done. I had activated the portal.

I can't remember it quite clearly, but I remember the flames. The burning, the pain, the raw seething hatred, I knew where I was, but I would never wish to admit it. I believe that I had fallen into the depths of hell. I remember struggling against the pull of millions of blood covered and death ridden arms and limbs of unknown kind grasping onto me, as if their very being depended on it. I remember as I awoke I felt as if I was being yanked out of that horrid wasteland. I stood and rubbed my head. I looked around, I was still on the airship, but there was something different about it. The light had changed to being a white hue, as normal light is, to being a strange off white color. As if the properties of infrared light had somehow entered into my view. I could see my pilot looking around frantically through the thin skin of the aircraft. I could not, however explain how I saw him. His image was as though he were a silhouette on a screen. But I knew it was indeed him. I went to him, and saw him with the same look that I imagined was on my face, one of both intrigue and fear.

I told him to land the ship in a field of the most marvelously red grass. I told him that a strange adventure was soon to begin, and I would need to explain a few things to him before we continued. He landed the ship, stood up and turned to face me.