Summoner: The Book of Dimension

36 Peter’s Career

It had also been three years since the day Peter and his friends visited the villa for the first time. And three years after Peter found the Book Of Dimensions.

A lot of things had changed for Peter.

Ever since he graduated in college, he pursued his career as a writer and things had worked for him.

The Book Of Dimensions was still at his hand, and he had taken care of it since Josh gave it to him. He purposely kept it with him and through the years he had never once used the Book Of Dimensions ever again.

Well, he was busy with writing, so he never had time to even consider using it. Besides, he knew well what the book could do. His experiences in that villa were proof that using it could highly be dangerous.

Peter spent his writer's life in his room, frequently sleeping.

No, he wasn’t being a lazy bum. Being a dream lord had helped him through his career, as his novels were all generated through his dream. The scenes in all his works were simulated in his dream, which made his novels realistic.

As of the moment, he was working on another novel and had done half of it.

After setting his alarm, he comfortably lied down on his bed and prepared to sleep.

He checked his condition and it wasn’t bad, so he continued and drifted to sleep.

It took him five minutes to sleep. When he opened his eyes, he was in the dream space, inside a copy of his house.

He left the dream space and went to his dream.

The scene he was working in was a chasing scene. The main characters in his new story were chased by a group of goons with weapons.

First, he created a simulation of a city on the day, the streets of busy people, and vehicles. To track what’s happening, he made a director’s chair that could fly and follow directions with mechanical controls.

After creating the director’s chair, he sat on it and went to a specific alley.

There, he made the main characters, a woman and a man wearing casual street clothes. He also made the goons coming after them, and they were on what looked like a time pause.

When everything was ready, he made the main characters run from the alley, and the goons were aiming guns at them.

He made few passers-by appear like they were panicking, and the scenes continued with peter’s direction and control.

The main characters continued to run and hid on the back of a building, just behind large garbage container drums.

The man was covering the woman’s mouth as they stared into each other’s eyes.

The goons rowdily passed by where they were, and the two main characters weren’t even discovered by any of the goons.

He snapped to pause the scene and thought of what he had to do next.

Nodding, he continued with the scene.

The main characters waited until it was safe and walked to another alley, leaving the garbage container drums.

“Why are we even running away? We have pistols,” Peter made the woman say.

The man shook his head as he led the woman out of the alley. “No, we can’t beat twelve people at once. We’re just two. It’s either one of us or both of us dies,” he said.

Peter nodded to see the scene was flowing just as he wanted.

He wanted to make them be discovered by the goons, so he had the goons coming on the way of the two main characters, blocking their way.

The two were surprised and quickly drew their pistols as they take a step backward, but they heard footsteps behind them.

The goons’ leader with gold grills grinned. “You two are cornered. You better surrender,” he said and drew his m416 gun, aiming it at the two main characters.

“Give us the files,” one of the goons said.

The male main character laughed. “I’m sorry, but we can’t give it,” he said and looked at the female main character. “I think this is our moment.”

The female main character bit her lip. “Do you have any other idea?” she whispered.

“Why? You are the one who sounded confident earlier,” the male main character said. Maintaining eye contact with the goon leader.

“We might need another idea,” she whispered. “I’m not confident right now.”

“Quit whispering to each other!” the goon leader raised his voice and walked close to aim it at the male main character. “Drop your guns or I’ll shoot you both,” he warned.

The male main character looked at the female and the latter nodded with a sigh. He grinned to the goon leader. “Why don’t you check your pocket for your files?” he asked.

The goon leader was confused, but he held the gun with one hand, and with the other, he checked his pocket.

The male main character took the chance to yank the gun away from the goon leader and took his arm, turned him around and locked the leader’s neck with his arm, and pointed the pistol on the goon leader’s head.

The female main character didn’t waste time and turned to the other goons, “Drop your guns or your leader will be dead,” she warned.

The goon leader was shaking in the male main character’s arm. “Go on! Drop your guns!” he said to other goons.

Peter interrupted and snapped. Well, that was the most impressive simulation he had done.

Right about timing, his alarm woke him up.

He sat up right away and walked to his table to work for the scene.

As a novelist, that was how his routine worked most of the time.

He had few scenes in his head, then he would go to his dream and create those scenes there as a simulation, to see how the scenes flowed.

He had been using that technique to write effectively and to make realistic scenarios.

And it promised him a stable writing career. He successfully published a lot of books now on his three-year novelist career, and now working on his twelfth book.

He was a rising writer. Many people were amazed by his writing skills.

He gathered scraps of papers and noted down the important details for the scene while humming.

His phone suddenly rang, so he stood up and took his phone that he had neglected on his bed. He swiped the answer without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?” he answered and continued writing down while murmuring the words he would write.

There was a pause on the other line. “Hello?” Peter asked again and looked at the caller ID. It was his editor. “Oh, Anne,” he said. “What’s up?”

“Ah, yes. Sorry. I’m checking your manuscript with your recent work, and I’m having trouble specifically on page 156. Can you check it?” she asked, as her flipping of pages could be heard.

“Yeah, sure,” Peter said, but the call on a loudspeaker and stood up.

He walked to his closet and looked for his old manuscripts.

When he took the boxes from his closet and saw a rectangular opening on the bottom of the closet, where a book could fit. Specifically the Book Of Dimensions. He stared at it for a while with rumbling thoughts, especially the memories of their summoning.

He had been wondering what happened after they left there. Because they never thought about coming back to see what was left.

He knew what happened from Josh a few days after they left the burning villa, and he said the villa was destroyed by fire. The ranch, the indoor pavilion, everything was caught on fire.

But he never heard about the sphinx. Josh said there was no trace of the sphinx that was left there, which was a wondering question to him. Josh swore he had never done anything but clean the place, although there was nothing to clean but the debris.

No trace of sphinx’s blood whatsoever. Not even the bones and remains of other creatures from Edgar Lee’s collection.

After graduating, he moved to a new house as requested by his parents, and pursued being a writer. He had never heard from Josh, Ray, and Zack since then, which wasn’t strange to Peter. He understood that each of them wanted to live their career life separately.

If there would be a chance, however, for them to meet again, then he’d gladly take time off writing to catch up with them.

“Peter?” he heard his editor call him.

“Yeah, hang on. I’m looking for it,” he said and looked on his boxes. He took the manuscript of his previous work aside.

He took the boxes and before placing it back in his closet, he stared at the outline cut where the book was hidden. He shrugged and stacked the boxes back inside then walked to his table with the manuscript.

He checked the page his editor asked him and nodded. “Ah, that one? Sorry. Just change the time. It’s the same with the previous page.”

“Okay,” the editor said. “Prepare for your gig later,” the editor said and ended the call.

Peter suddenly heard a whisper. It was the same when he found the book on the villa.