Chapter 1: Chapter 1 (Prologue)
Mono opened his eyes and saw nothing but black. It was a bright type of black, maybe better described as an extremely dark gray. The monotony of the color made it hard to perceive depth. He couldn't tell if he was in a room or not, whether there was a wall near or far.
Where was he? Was this a dream? He looked around but only saw the same gray in all directions. He guessed it was a dream — though he'd never experienced one this lucid before. That was the last time he ate Smith's cookies before bedtime, he vowed. This dream was trippy on an entirely different level.
Wasn't something supposed to happen? It was so quiet that Mono could hear his own heartbeat. The quiet drum gradually grew louder and faster as he continued to search for something that could help him orientate himself. The lack of sensory input made the atmosphere feel cramped, quickly growing claustrophobic, and he hated the feeling of being trapped.
"Let there be light," he joked out loud. It was both a joke and wishful thinking; anything to break the silence and lighten the mood. There was a slight echo but not enough to help him determine anything about his surroundings. What was this place? Mono was getting a bit panicked now. He really, really hated the feeling of being trapped.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed and a woman appeared wearing a white dress. She was floating, gradually descending with her eyes closed and arms outstretched as if in imitation of angels found in paintings. She spoke in a light yet serious tone.
"Hello Yamada, and welcome to Passing. Unfortunately, you died saving that girl from the automobile accident."
As her descent brought her closer, Mono could make out more details about her. She looked to be about his age and wasn't actually in a dress. It was a white, flowing garment with a golden sash of cloth tied around the waist – probably a gofuku or kimono, though he wasn't too sure about oriental fashion and their semantics. She was beautiful, but in a way that made him uneasy. Her face was completely symmetrical down to the tiniest detail. It made her look pretty but alien. Like something trying to be human; a painted face on an image.
"We, the spirits and deities of Japan, noticed your courageous act and would like to reward you with a choice while also submitting a request. You see, Yamada Taro, we –"
"Excuse me, but I think you have the wrong guy. And I'm pretty sure I'm still alive."
When she had first started talking, he hadn't registered what she was saying. The sudden appearance and her appearance itself caught him off guard. But when Mono heard her call him "Yamada" again, he couldn't help but speak up. She scowled at being interrupted and opened up her eyes before gawking at the sight of him.
"You're not dead!"
"Yeah, that's what being alive means – though I know a few classmates who'd argue otherwise."
"Th-this is impossible," she stammered, her tone no longer as formal as before. "No living person should be able to get here. How did you?"
"I don't know," he replied. "I was hoping that you could tell me. Who are you? Where are we?"
"This is Tsūka, a place where the dead go before moving on into the afterlife. My name is Sojourn, and I'm a greater Dōsojin who is in charge of this portion of the Passing in Japan. I don't know how you're still alive, Yamada, but you were brought here so that we, the spirits and deities of Japan, could both reward you with a choice while also submitting a request."
This didn't seem like a dream anymore; she was too real, too concise, and too loud. But this couldn't be real either, the situation was exactly like a Japanese cartoon he had watched a while back. The main character, a boy who dies in a car accident trying to save a girl, meets a goddess in the afterlife and is sent off on an adventure to another world instead of remaining dead. He didn't know what to think.
"I was getting to this before you had rudely interrupted, but we actually –"
"Look, I really think you have the wrong guy." Mono spoke up again without waiting for her to finish. "My name isn't Yamada Taro, it's Mono Somnium. I'm not even from Japan."
"Are you sure?" Her question was so forceful it took him aback. How could he not be sure? Maybe this really was a dream and Mono was supposed to follow along. No, dream or not, following the script meant that he would be sent to some other world or dimension. On the off chance that this was real, Mono refused to leave his current life behind; he had just gotten it figured out after years of struggling.
"Yeah, can't you tell?" Mono asked. "We aren't even speaking Japanese."
"I'm a Dōsojin," she reminded him. "I can communicate with people of all languages."
Oh, that explained a lot. As they had been speaking, the uneasy feeling inside of Mono kept growing. Now he knew why. She had been speaking in Japanese to him and he had understood the meaning of her words without actually knowing a speck of the language. When she had said Dōsojin, Mono immediately understood that she was a Japanese god of travelers – specifically, she was a goddess of foreign travelers. This also explained why he kept hearing the name Tsūka and the word Passing interchangeably. A chill ran down Mono's spine. The reality of his situation was starting to sink in.
"That's awesome, and this has been a really interesting experience," Mono began. "But since I'm clearly not who you think I am and this wasn't meant for me, I'd like to go back now or wake up. Whatever is convenient for y–"
"That's not possible," Sojourn cut in.
Mono's palms started sweating and his heartbeat, which had slowed down after she had shown up and saved him from that swallowing emptiness, started racing. He felt trapped.
"What do you mean?"
"Tsūka is a place of passing," she explained. "If you enter here, you have to leave a different way you came. Normally, I'd offer the choices of either entering the afterlife or going to a different world. But since you're alive, you don't get a choice. You have to go."
"Can't I just pass over to the new world for a brief second and then come back?" Mono agitatedly asked.
She shook her head. "Passing between worlds is extremely difficult and can only happen once every twelve full moons. Once you go through, you'd be stuck until this time next year."
That was not what he wanted to hear. Mono could feel his chest start tightening, he almost couldn't breathe. This was really bad. What was he going to do now? He was going to lose everything and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Don't worry!" Sojourn had noticed his anxiety and tried reassuring him. "In a year's time I can call you back here and you can go back. That's not too bad right? Spending a year away from boring, normal life in a world with magic?"
The tightening eased up a little. "Magic?" He repeated.
She smiled. "Yeah, magic! It's not like the magic you find in most books on Earth either. It's unique for everyone and changes based on their perceptions, beliefs, and values. The world you're going to is one of infinite possibility – especially for someone from Earth where encountering creative writing on a daily basis is normal. You won't be able to do anything at first but you will once you get the hang of it."
Mono loved stories. When he was younger and before life had taken a hard twist, he used to read as many fantasy stories as possible. His mother had once scolded him for trying to sell his clothes on the internet so that he could buy more books. He couldn't help himself, the worlds he read were amazing and kept him up late at night thinking about the "what if"s that they created. What could he do there? Would he be able to fly? Fling spells from wands like his favorite characters? Mono stood there for a moment imagining the possibilities.
"Well, that doesn't sound so bad." He said at last.
"Great!" Her smile grew wider. "I'll just finish the process and you'll be on your –"
"Wait." She frowned as Mono interrupted her yet again. "How will I speak with people I meet? Doesn't this world have different languages?"
She scrunched her face in annoyance. "I almost forgot about that. You're right, and I normally give people who decide to go my blessing so that they can talk to people like I do. I'll do it right now by putting my symbol on the side of your forehead."
Sojourn raised her arm, her index finger pointed at Mono, and began to walk towards him. Instinctively, Mono took several steps backwards.
"What's wrong now?" She huffed.
"Can you put it on an item or something?" Mono asked. "And make some way so that I can toggle it off to be more immersed in the languages of people I meet."
The truth was, Mono hated being touched. It didn't matter if they were average or attractive, no one touched him and especially not his face. He knew he couldn't say that to her though, because he was certain that would have offended her somehow. So instead, he said the first thing that popped into his head to get out of that awkward situation.
Sojourn gave him a hard look and stared at him for a few moments. At last she raised her hand and light began to coalesce in her palm. It grew so bright that Mono had to look away until it dimmed. When he looked back, a white stone sat in the palm of her hand. Sojourn extended the stone to Mono and he took it.
"I'm a goddess of Japan, so my presence in the other world is limited," she warned him. "If you lose that stone, I won't be able to locate you to send you back."
"Got it." The stone was pure white which contrasted with the dark gray surroundings and was slightly warm to the touch. Mono pocketed it and looked back at Sojourn.
"Anything else?" She asked. "No more last-second interruptions or unexpected reveals?"
Mono shook his head.
"Well then, good luck on your journey and see you in a month's time." She snapped her fingers and a glowing circle formed around Mono's feet.
A month's time? How would she see him in a month when it was supposed to be a year? Actually, what about his clothes? He was still only wearing the clothes he slept in before all of this happened.
"Wait! I did forget somethi–" Mono was quickly cut off as the world turned from dark gray to pitch black. He lost consciousness.
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