Sorry I haven't written more before - I really hadn't had the drive to do it.
Chapter One
He walked away from the disastrous scene, sobbing quietly to himself. He constantly looking back at the single flower that was the only life at the scene he left behind. Soon, the flower was out of sight.
He walked in silence towards the tavern on the other side of town. Still sobbing, he sat down in the tavern and put his head down on the table. "What's wrong, mate?"
"..."
"I'm gonna ask again - what's wrong, mate?"
"I... I..."
"Does it have to do with the building collapsing across town?"
"Y... yes..."
"Did anyone die? Nobody seemed to know."
"Y... yes..."
"I bet you were close to that person, too, weren't ya?"
"Yes..." He picked his head up and looked at the man. He was an older man, wearing a white outfit and a hat that looked like he was ready for a party. "Who... who are you?"
"Well, y'don't know who I am?"
"No."
"Th' name's Jensen. People call me Jingleheimer Jensen, but that doesn't matter," he explained. "All that matters is helping you feel better."
"How's that possible? I lost my best friend..."
"Ah, so that's why you're so down," he noted in understanding. "Well, I think there may be someone who can help."
He perked up. "Really? Who?!"
"Haha, hold your horses. It's very difficult to get to her, and she may not help you even when you travel all the way there."
"I'm willing to try anything."
"Okay. First, I need to know yer name."
"Well, I... Jack."
"Okay then, Jack. First, you must..." Jensen started, but Jack soon passed out from the combination of shock and depression.
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In his dream, he was in a foggy land. He looked down and saw the world below him. He realized the fog was actually clouds, and he was standing in them! "Wh... where am I?" Jack asked in exasperation.
"You are in the world above, Jack," a voice said. Jack spun around and gasped at who he saw.
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