To read the story, click on the link to Chapter 1, which takes you to the bottom of the site, and then work your way up from the bottom.

Anne, the main character, is doing this at the same time you are, as she rises up and out of her mundane reality into the true reality of what is going on in her world.

Here is your first chapter! Enjoy!

Multiverse of Destiny: Chapter 1

If you enjoyed this story, I am currently working on the sequel to be published as a whole, tbd.

Thank you for reading,

Sunny

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Thank you to all of my loyal readers! I am taking a break from writing Chapters of “Multiverse of Destiny” for a couple of weeks to enjoy the holidays with family and friends. I wish you a beautiful and bright Holiday!

Please read the entire series from the start, beginning with “The Man in the Hat and the Blue Wave.” The series is one cohesive story about a woman thrust into a life of jumping alternative universes.

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Anne is lost in thought while munching her sandwich. Each time she moves in and out of the worlds, her memories stick better, and she has an excellent recollection of what she’s experienced. Like the players in a game of Football, the people line up in her mind depending upon their side. She shakes her head. Why must people take sides?

Who are the players?

Jeremy is themysterious odd man who can seemingly jump worlds at whim. And Rey. Rey is a handsome and interesting man. He lives comfortably and is well-established in his career for such a young man. Something is missing in his life, though. Adventure? And he is interested — or so she thought — in jumping universes. Rey slipped away suddenly. Has he lost interest?

In the medieval world, there were multiple strange players. The people of Scarlatta: The statue lady, the Robed Men, and the living chess pieces. They have essentially declared war against Scciachi by ransacking a nearby village.

The people of Scciachi: The Merchant, Gamilia the Sorceress, Eos, and the knights. She never wants to see the Father with the pitchfork again, although she likes his little girl.

The snail world is odd, with familiar natural aspects but Picasso-like bizarreness. In this world, there are floating grasses and talking animals. She experiences that world as a snail. She knows the turtle, the rabbit, the bird, and the baby man from there.

The man with the bowler hat. How does he fit into all of this?

Does she consider her Transcendental experience a world? This space is more like an emotion or a feeling than a place. She feels love, peace, and wonder there. It is also a new event in her life lately. So, it must be a world to jump to.

Four worlds. Her mind spins, trying to pin it all down and understand it. Could there be more universes that she’s not entered?

With her hunger for food satiated, she stands up from the table and puts her sandwich plate into the sink. Knowledge. She craves knowledge. Opening her laptop, she searches the words “alternative universe” and “the multiverse theory.” This leads her into an ever deeper rabbit hole. She reads about the Electromagnetic Spectrum, String Theory, and quantum physics.

Anne lifts her eyes from the screen, blinks, and stretches her back. Looking out her window, it’s become dark. How did the time fly? It seems as if only a few minutes ago, it was afternoon. Anne chuckles and shakes her head, beginning to understand.

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Anne listens. She perceives no sounds in the small apartment. Walking out of her bedroom, she glances around. In her tidy kitchen, she hears her coffee pot’s temperature “click.” A pot of fresh coffee is sitting brewed in her coffee machine. Her roommate is still at work. Anne has no job. A sense of disappointment slides through her consciousness.

No Rey.

“Where is that damn phone,” she murmurs.

Anne traipses around her apartment, looking for the cell phone in all the usual places. Her bag. The entry table. The kitchen counter. Her bedroom side table. She groans and gets on her hands and knees, feeling around under her mattress. She pulls out a dust bunny-coated sock, tossing it aside.

“Ewwww…”

She continues feeling around with her fingers until she senses and clutches the hard surface of a cell phone. She digs out the phone from its dark space.

“Ahhhh…”

The battery is dead. She plugs the phone in. While she waits for it to juice up, she dresses in a t-shirt and her favorite comfy sweatpants and brushes her hair.

“Bzzz…Bzzz.”

The phone buzzes to life, and the young woman grabs the phone to check her texts. There is a text from Rey.

Went home. Didn’t want to wake you. Thanks for the fun.

K. I had a good time. Stay in touch.

She responds, feeling defeated.

“Thanks for the fun?” Anne repeats out loud. “Hmmm.’

No response from Rey. Looking at the time, she realizes she had taken a long afternoon nap. It is early evening, and the sun should be setting soon. The extra rest felt perfect — she is energized. She pockets the phone in her bag.

Anne pours herself a cup of coffee and makes herself a sandwich. She never has trouble sleeping at night after drinking caffeine, as her Dad always complains.

She searches her thoughts as she arranges the bread, meat, and cheese into a stack.

I’m all in. I know what is going on, and I’ve got to do something about it NOW. But what? Life is not as I realized it could be, and I have an essential role in the Universe’s trajectory. One that is unlike what I’ve ever dreamed of.

So, what’s next?

Thoughts race through Anne’s head.

Where have I been? What have I done?

The moments when her head was bashed by a pitchfork, abandoned by the Merchant, and finally living with a witch roll through her mind.

“Whoa…” Anne whispers breathlessly from under her bedsheets.

This is real.

The awakening hits deep in her chest like an ice-cold dagger. Her life is easier to make excuses for the events in — a snail world, a medieval world, and a transcendent world — as coincidences or dreams. But that is not what is true.

The truth is — I am at the point of no return.

I can get out of bed and do one of two things: ignore all that has occurred, or accept what is happening.

Anne sighs and furrows her brow. A tightness grips her chest.

I am no one — with no significance in this world but to wander through it and make the best of my little corner.

A realization hits her—

I want to make a significant difference in the world for myself and others.

The concept is new and frightening to the young woman. And now, her place in the timeline of human existence is amplified by infinity.

How can this be true?

Deep in her heart and soul, she has always known this is her destiny.

Anne is lying on her mattress, hiding under the comforter. Her fingers grip the edge of the flat sheet as if the sheet she is buried under will be pulled from her grasp. Time stands still. Time — which has no meaning in her world now. Either that or time has grave significance, with implications only God and the Universe can fathom.

After the adventures she’s been through, Anne recognizes in her core that she is in control. Of time, of place, and her mind.

Do I grasp and embrace this opportunity? Or do I fight it blindly and continue with the life I’ve always known? Will what I think of as unknown powers of the Universe allow me to do this?

Did I make a choice somewhere along the way in my life that led to this moment? What the hell was that choice?

Anne calms herself and looks beyond her bedsheets, the bed, and around her ordinary “Gen Z” bedroom.

A common, everyday noise from out of her window catches her attention. The leaves on the tree wave and shimmer in the breeze, sounding like the distant melody of refreshing rain pounding on soft earth. On a bough flits a little bird, singing a simple tune.

Anne throws off her sheets, sits at the edge of her bed for a moment, then stands up straight and tall.

Ok then. This is going to get interesting.

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The sounds of cars driving by on the street below float in through Anne’s apartment window. Anne can hear a bird sing in the distance. Her hands are gently resting on the couch — she can feel the soft weave of the upholstery under her fingertips and how the cushions support her back. She senses the man sitting next to her on the couch, but all she sees is darkness behind her closed eyelids.

To try their Gateway experiment, the two young people decided to go to a quiet space in a controllable environment. Anne suggested her apartment, and that’s where they are now. Before walking into the building, they looked at the Laundromat across the street. Its broken window is covered and boarded up with large wooden panels.

As Anne sits on her couch next to her new friend, relaxing her body, she can hear time pass with the tick-tock of the analog clock on her wall, but nothing happens. She doesn’t wake up in a strange land. She doesn’t have a mind-altering experience. She simply listens to her breathing and follows the rise and fall of her chest with each breath.

Anne opens one eye, looks over at the man sitting quietly next to her, and impatiently whispers, “Rey!”

“Yeah?” comes an answer.

“It’s not working,” Anne says.

“I noticed,” he responds. “What are we doing wrong?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure.”

Anne stands up, walks to the kitchen sink, grabs a glass from a cabinet, and draws herself a glass of water. “Want something to drink?” She offers.

“Sure.”

Anne brings the two glasses back to the couch, hands one to Rey, and sits next to him. Rey takes a sip, sets the glass on the coffee table in front of them, and turns to Anne. Her thoughts are distracted by their challenge, and she brainstorms.

“Maybe it’s the location? Perhaps this isn’t the best place to…”

She looks up at Rey, and he’s looking at her face — more specifically — at her lips.

He bends in to kiss her, but quickly, without even realizing she’s doing it, she turns her head and backs away. Anne stands up, slightly flustered.

“What?” she says, surprised. She stammers, “You didn’t come up here thinking that we’d make out or something? You have the wrong idea completely!”

Here is Chapter 83:

I’m All In

Here is the first Chapter of the series:

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THUD. She feels a weighty THUNK in her chest — anxiety, and despair. It’s a sudden sensation — like a meteorite smashing into the center of her chest, leaving behind a deep crater. Each second, her panic is heavier and heavier with hopelessness.

Once alive and magical, the forest lit with golden moonbeams becomes gloomy, dark, and abandoned.

Gamilia realizes that the load is around her neck, literally and figuratively. Glancing down at the necklace hanging on her bosom, she sees that the alive and sparkling jewel is now dull, dark, and dead, and it glows with a menacing hue of black. The sudden change sends a jolt of terror through her.

The Sorceress’ feet pause their joyful dance. But the woman knows that she must go on, despite the burden. She straightens her back, standing tall and bold in the center of the fairy ring. Her hands lift to the skies, and she calls the spirits of her compeers — witches, magic users, Sorcerers, and Sorceresses of old and of the current age.

The once calm breeze becomes unsettled, violently tossing the boughs of the trees in the forest. Gusts toss the woman’s wild hair about her face. Smoky wafts of evil seep from the gem dangling from her neck, quickly engulfing the area with a heavy pall.

“No.”

The woman speaks plainly, but firmly.

“NO.”

She bellows the word, this time with stentorian authority. She need not say anything but this word to be understood.

The smoke whirls and spins about the naked woman. But she stands firm, feet rooted in the natural world of earth and moss and hands lifted to the night sky. She envisions the faces of her peers joining her in the skirmish, drawing upon their strength.

Then, just as quickly as it all begins, the winds calm, and the malicious fumes clear. The ugly blackness in the Ostrum gem dissipates, returning to its shimmering splendor.

The heaviness in her soul lifts; she draws a deep breath and falls, exhausted, to her knees onto the soft moss.

The cat sleeps quietly.

A bird tweets a happy song. Cool sheets caress her skin.

The young woman stretches and opens her eyes. Anne is in her room, alone.

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The wildness in the woman’s eyes emulates the passions in her soul. Her body moves. The Sorceress’ hands, arms, legs, and body all flow with the rhythm of the unseen heartbeat of the earth, moon, and stars.

She is an Egyptian Belly Dancer for the moment — for the evening. She thinks only of each second as it passes — not of the future nor the past. Each step and movement is in the present instant and has no design but that which the Universe dictates. Her mind whirls blithely in a drug-like euphoria as if opium surges through her system.

Her fair naked skin shines in the moonlight. Her body is free, unencumbered of clothes and society’s expectations of appropriate behavior. Soft bare feet pad energetically upon the lush moss contained in the fairy ring. Snaking arms reaching out and up, long legs stretching and sweeping forward and back gracefully, curvy hips shimmying and unrestricted chest and hips undulating with the rhythm of the earth and celestial heavens.

A divine power controls her actions, and she has no thoughts but to dance and sing — naturally, gracefully, and mystically. Her long, loose hair drapes over her shoulders, spinning about her like the skirts of a dress.

The Sorceress chants an enchanting and mysterious melody. Her fingers snap with an even cadence, the sound cutting through the air like the crackling of a fire. As she spins her body around, her sweet, subdued, yet penetrating voice resonates through the forest. She knows not the lyrics to her song but hums and sings with abandon. At times, the tempo is fast and urgent, and at other times is a gentle lullaby.

To an observer, she takes up all the space of the mushroom circle and does not step outside its sphere.

But, truly, is she not ethereally weightless, flying above the earth and spinning into the heavens?

She dances to her heartbeat, the yearning of her soul, and at the direction of the supernal cosmos. She is vitality, intellect, love, and infinity. The fragrant breeze and moon and stars reach out their welcoming, warm, and radiant arms. And like vibrant, silky blue ribbons, caress her skin, mind, and soul.

Creation conveys eternal love, purpose, and hope.

The gem about her neck mingles with her bouncing bosom. The jewelry brightly sparkles and glitters with the goodness of life.

And the cat sleeps. Time is meaningless.

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Golden moonlight floods the forest clearing, lighting a ring of mushrooms nestled amongst the moss. The faded grey mushrooms dot the area in a perfect circle, popping up from the ground like tiny little footstools. The forest is thick on all sides, with downy birch, oak, and hornbeam. But in this lush and mossy opening, only moss and grasses exist.

Toes spread out luxuriously into the cool moss. The woman sighs and closes her eyes as her appendages touch the moss. She experiences a familiar connection to the natural world.

From the forest floor, the naked woman gathers her boots, her satchel, and the peasant dress she shed. She lays her items neatly on a large rock at the edge of the clearing, unfastens the satchel, and pulls out a dirty cloth. She peels open the layers of this stained cloth.

The moonlight reveals a sparkling clear gem dangling from a gold necklace. Carefully and boldly, the witch places the jewelry around her neck, fastening the clasps. Her chest glimmers from the perfect facets on the gem’s crown. The enchanted necklace weighs heavily on her neck and soul.

Moving as gracefully as a ballet dancer, Gamilia walks to the center of the mushroom fairy ring. The calico cat pads to the circle with her and, just outside the ring, curls up to sleep.

The naked Sorceress stands tall, facing the moon, stretching her arms above her. She lifts her face to the moon, reveling in freedom. Her mind crackles with alertness. The gentle breeze enlivens her. The moonlight shimmers on her pale skin. The curves of her hips and breasts are ample and real. Her natural beauty radiates a confident gentleness. She lowers her arms to her sides and lifts her palms to the skies in a posture of prayer.

Her intention: to dance, to fly, to sing and to love, to connect, and to speak.

She shuts her eyelids, breathing in and out deeply, inhaling fresh woodland air into her lungs. She senses the mossy ground beneath her toes, the warm breeze on her skin, and the wisps of her long hair gently caressing her cheeks, neck, and shoulders. The forest is quiet except for occasional rustling creature sounds and distant hoots of an owl.

Moments pass in silence and repose.

Flowing movements of her arms and hands break the quiet meditation. A melodious buzzing hum from her lips is perceptible now, wafting into the air and mingling with the sounds of the forest creatures. The bare-skinned women’s eyes flutter open, revealing a new light from within — tempestuous brightness, radiance, and wildness.

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Gamilia’s eyes grow fatigued like the tired setting sun. She looks up from her Grimoire to observe the orange, pink, and violet spectacle outside her window in the west. She straightens her hunched pose and stretches her arms above her head. She takes a full, deep, renewing breath. The Sorceress smiles in awe at nature’s brilliance.

A Scarlatta regiment attacked and pillaged a village in the early morning. This is clearly a violation of the peace agreement between the two regions. The King of Scciachi is responding with force.

Any man who is old enough and able to carry and wield a sword is expected to report to the King’s Infantry. All afternoon, the witch had heard stirrings outside her cottage of neighbors packing a few essentials and saying goodbye to their loved ones. Gamilia is lost in her reading. The sounds of crying mothers and horses’ hooves outside her door do not distract her from her mission.

None of this could be Chance. It is Destiny, she speculates.

While she reads, a war with Scarllata is quickly being organized.

The Ostrum Gem is in her possession. The stone summons ghosts.

A cat delivers a magical message.

Tomorrow night is a full moon, and her coven will be convening in the forest. One more night to fight through. The peasant soldiers battle tomorrow, but she must wrestle with demons tonight. She ponders how best to divine the supernatural happenings and ward off evil spirits until tomorrow. There will be ghosts haunting the halls and rooms of many Scciachi residents tonight.

Fear is a terrible enemy of the people.

Physical weapons are useless against phantoms.

Unity of purpose amongst the faithful is powerful.

The Sorceress knows what she must do.

She closes the Grimoire with a poof, and carefully replaces the book with her other books and scrolls. Grabbing her lantern, and digging out a small package wrapped in a dirty cloth from one of her cabinets, the woman marches out the door with purpose and heads into the forest — a small black, white and tan calico cat trails behind her.

The sounds of the busy village have long disappeared. The sun has set, and the middle-aged woman strides boldly through the night. Her eyes are now accustomed to the darkness, and she doesn’t need a lit lantern. The woman would much rather wander through the forest in the dark — her senses heightened to every creature’s sound and crack of a twig beneath her footstep, every touch of her footfall on soft grassy earth, and every smell of fresh damp moss and needle-covered ground.

The forest opens to a small field of short grasses and mosses. The Sorceress drops her dark lantern lightly on the ground and slips off her dress.

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