Ok, let me admit something right off the bat: I’ve wondered more than a few times whether I actually remember anything about my early childhood at all. Yeah, see, I might’ve just made it all up from pieces of different lives I’ve lived in other worlds. And since I can’t go back and check, I’ll probably never have an answer, either.
I’m Ciestess, the Keeper of the Crossroad of Infinity and author of the Crossroad of Infinity series.
Here you’ll find important updates on my projects, as well as a place to read and/or buy my original works.
It took me at least a few hundred tries to navigate the Crossroad successfully, even after figuring out the basics.
A few hundred tries to get a dimension decently close to what I wanted. To get one with physics I liked.
Let's turn back the clock for a moment…
It's a while, yet, before Tess is supposed to fully turn Lucy.
And since it's good cover for establishing a relationship with the locals, she's been working at this little pub for the past few weeks.
At first I was just… really disoriented.
Where was I?
It… reminded me of… Prizmal for some reason…?
But- I couldn't be there, right? They had True Killed me, so I wouldn't have ended up there.
-They'd killed me.
< The night sky is as beautiful here as ever. Nonetheless- >
Yawning, Tess checks her watch again. It's 1:30 AM, and still no sign of Helsing.
< -it can only keep me entertained for so long. >
The Unsalvageables' civilizations were separated from the rest of society by simple walls.
… Not that that was what kept them separated, given the Illunirans' ability to fly. No, that was the certain death that awaited the Unsalvs if they dared try to cross it.
And the rest of society? They didn't want to cross it. Why would they?
Only criminals lived on the other side.
Life as a lower-leader -- as a demon-eater… on Illunira-
… haha… It's hard!
-I have such mixed feelings about the whole thing!
I cannot dream. But I can sleep.
Ah. Finally we make it to this moment.
The moment I believe I've determined the most effective way of teaching you, Future Heir.
It’s not been long since Jonathan visited Dracula’s castle, and we’ve followed the unsuspecting Englishman to his town.
To prepare both the townsfolk, and the house Drac bought, for the expansion of our “family.”
Well, the training to become a “Mentor” was perhaps a bit more grueling than expected.
But that career as a multi-faceted artist did the trick! They considered me a prime candidate; I should have no trouble gaining the opportunity to become your mentor now.
That said, I’ll still need to convince you to accept me as such…