Before you start this, I'd just like to thank everyone who reviewed this story in the past. I ended up deleting the original and re-writing some elements in this as I've been exploring the game again. For those who are just starting this, this is a fan-novelization of how Explorers of Sky takes place, adding elements not in the game. I hope you enjoy it, as I keep thinking about how it will change, and how I might even extend it once I finish this work. Explorers of Sky is Nintendo's property, and I highly recommend you play the actual game. One last note I will say is the note that this is only BASED off the game, and won't be a word for word work of it. There are going to be certain elements added I have mentioned, but there are going to be certain elements left out completely. I'll talk more about these later, perhaps.
Anyway without further ado, here's my re-write in progress of Through the Never. Please give me any feedback, as this has been in my planning mind for a long time now. I reply to some feedback! Just a note, I reply to feedback via Personal Message. So check your inbox!
"A long time ago, I never knew myself
Then the memory of shame birthed its gift
No more, the small one, the weak one, the frightened one
Running from beatings, deflating, I'm becoming more..."
-Pantera in "Becoming"
A trash can fell to the ground in a violent crash. Its contents spilled on the pavement, and the can had a nasty dent in its side. It didn't seem like enough to Layne. He kicked it again, and again and again, all while he yelled in fury and frustration. Life in the streets of downtown Seattle was harsh. Especially when your parents were drug abusing alcoholics who had no care or love for their only son, and had finally kicked that son out of their house. Layne could barely hold on to his jobs, and he could barely keep himself fed, alive, and warm. His clothes were getting torn and he didn't have any heavy clothing for the approaching winter. The weather was already growing colder faster by each passing night.
Layne, age 20, was your young adult male. One would look at him and say he was normal. If it weren't for the fact he was homeless, had lost three jobs this month, and slept on the streets. He used to dream that this kind of life would be so much better than that of his life with his parents. Now he wasn't sure which was worse anymore.
He walked through the backstreets. Layne had seen his fair share of homeless just like him. People who had lost their faith in ever sleeping on a comfy bed again, and used their money to buy cheap alcohol and cigarettes. Layne stopped by a group who were having a small fire. They may not have been legal, but most police didn't seem to care. And most fire makers here knew how to keep it controlled, and weren't pyro maniacs who just threw in whatever the hell would burn. Layne warmed his hands. He wouldn't stay long. He never hung around in these groups. Their activities sometimes creeped him out. Some men and women would engage in sexual activity without the walls of privacy and some would just plain creep Layne out. He answered a few questions, and even shared a drink with a man.
"How long you been in the streets, kid?" he asked.
Layne sipped the cheap alcohol, and forced it down, despite it's strong horrid taste. "About two or three weeks now."
"Don't you got parents or school or something?" he asked slurring his words. He was obviously drunk, but his small talk didn't bother Layne.
"Had them. Parents are probably gonna die any day now."
"I'm not gonna stay no this street forever." the man said, taking a long swig of his drink. "Once I get enough money, I'll start my own business. You all can be my fellow employees."
If you can manage to keep your money, and keep yourself from buying more bad alcohol. Layne thought to himself, managing a small smile. He took another drink. "Good luck with that."
"What about you? Don't you have any plans?"
Layne shook his head, taking another drink. "As far as I'm concerned, I am a guy who's living in the wrong time, wrong place, maybe even the wrong world."
The man took a long swig. "I knew someone like you. I'll just say it helps to have goals in life. Something to look forward to achieving. You need to be strong and believe you'll achieve what you're going to achieve. Sure I may not be much now, but like I said, someday Seattle will look at me and say, what a man." The man gave a small chuckle, and drank some more. "If you don't feel right here, perhaps you should look for where you do belong."
Layne shrugged. He took one more sip of the alcohol and then gave the drink to the man. "Thanks, you can have the rest."
"Where you off to?" he asked.
"It's gonna get cold soon. I gotta find some warm place to stay. A comfortable place."
Layne left the group to themselves. He sighed. His hoody was already losing it's warmth in the dropping temperature. He made his way out of the backstreets and onto the beach. Layne began to shiver as he walked along the beach. The temperature here was starting to drop. Layne was reflecting on his life a lot now a days. He was starting to doubt he'd survive the rest of the year. How could he combat nature in his form? He walked onto a dock and sat down. His legs hung over the water. The city's lights reflected off the water. Layne hugged himself to keep all the warmth he could. He was beginning to wonder if his life had any meaning whatsoever. He couldn't keep a job, his life out here was miserable, and it was miserable with his parents.
Why was he put here? Why?
A few tears rolled down his face into the water below. It was strange. Layne could have sworn the water below him was swiveling. Almost like a whirlpool. But it wasn't a whirlpool. Layne blinked, and wiped his eyes. The whirlpool was light purple or pink in color. What the hell was this? Layne didn't like it. He tried backing up, but as he did, he felt his gravity increase towards the hole. Either that or he was being pulled in. Whatever, Layne held on to a dock post for dear life. He didn't know what this was, but he was not happy with it.
He lost his grip. Layne fell into the hole. The water. The maelstrom. Only it wasn't water. He didn't feel wet, and he could still breath. In fact, he was floating in some haven he didn't recognize. Or at least that's all he guessed it was. A voice entered his mind.
"It's good to finally meet you, Layne." the voice said.
Layne, who was floating in this space, whatever it was, was utterly confused. He had no clue what to say. But finally he managed to speak his mind. "Where am I? Is this Heaven?"
The voice seemed somewhat confused. "I do not know what Heaven would look like. If I did, I'd hope for a much better home than what you see."
Layne blinked. Was this place a home to someone? It was so endless. So...very vague. Layne was wondering who on earth could even live here. "Who...who are you? I don't see you."
A dark purple mist began to form in front of Layne. It began taking the form of some creature Layne had never seen before. However upon formation, Layne stared in awe. The creature had some sort of divine presence to it. It stood at about four meters in height, and resembled an anime creator's power dinosaur. Layne blinked. The creature spoke. "Forgive me for my rudeness of not introducing myself. Where I come from, I am known as Palkia, manipulator of space."
Layne held up his hands. "Whoa whoa whoa, hold up. Is this some joke? I get this stuff from fiction."
"If it were a joke, I would be laughing." Palkia said. Layne wasn't sure if Palkia was just plain dumb in that statement or just too dense to understand it, but whatever. Layne spoke up again, "None of this explains why you just grabbed me from the dock." he said crossing his arms.
"Forgive me, Layne. But it was the only way to contact you."
"That's another thing, how is it you know my name?"
"I've been watching you for the past couple of days. I must say, you humans live a rather harsh way of life on this world." Palkia said. Layne couldn't disagree there. Every science fiction work Layne knew about had some sort of alien come to Earth and witness the horror of man's wars and lifestyle. What could we do about it? Nothing.
Palkia continued. "Though I must say, I do envy your world somewhat. There is a reason I am here. The world, which I come from, is under a horrible curse, and I have been seeking help from distant worlds, yours is one of those worlds."
"Any luck?" Layne asked.
"I've seen a fair share amount of many beings of power and greatness. Each world I've seen is beautiful."
Layne held the time out sign. "Time out. What exactly is wrong with your world? I'm not sure I'm really buying this whole, thing, but I can't say I'm not wowed by this experience right now."
"In the world in which I come from, time has ceased to be." Palkia said.
"Time? That's not possible. Time will forever be in motion. It's just a sad fact of life-"
Palkia interrupted. "You misunderstand. Time as you know it may still go on, but the nature of my world does not go on. The day never comes, the wind never blows, the color of the landscape has been absent for years now, and there's very little that can be done."
"Okay..." Layne said, still growing evermore confused.
Palkia continued. "To make it worse, there is one, who lives in this world with me, who has become mad because of time's paralysis. He is called Dialga, and he does nothing to reverse the change. Dialga in fact, seems pleased with it as it is. Dialga and I never did get along as friends, but I am not strong enough to take him, because Dialga's gained power in this paralysis of time, and our only hope lies within smaller beings, such as yourself."
Layne tensed. "Why are you talking to me about this? And why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like the answer?"
Palkia spoke. "Layne, as I said, I have seen many beings of greatness, but they all lacked one thing. A heart to help those in need. Layne, you have one of those, though it has been hidden in you for a long time. And I came here to your world, to ask you to help our world."
Layne snapped his fingers. "I knew it! Layne is the chosen one!" he said out loud. He shook his head. "I can't do that. I know nothing of your world, and I barely know anything of mine. I'm not a hero. Look at me. I'm not the guy who leads his people to victory against the forces of nature or evil, or whatever. I'm the unlucky guy who, if he doesn't starve to death this winter, will likely freeze in below zero temperatures this winter. I think you need to continue searching."
Palkia spoke. "You're the most curious being. I too had doubts, but I keep coming back to you, thinking you have to be the one. It wasn't very long ago you were talking with another human about how you felt like you didn't belong here." Layne opened his mouth, "Oh don't give me that 'you said this' BS. I don't know what my purpose is, but I was put here in life for a reason. I'd very much like to live my fullest before throwing in the towel."
Palkia spoke, '"Why wouldn't you seek that purpose in other worlds? You just told me you expected to die in the coming winter. I'm offering a second chance at life. Your actions could not only determine the future of my world, but perhaps, even yours."
"Okay. But why me? There are over 6 billion people on this world. I'm very sure there is someone else like me. Someone who would know better."
"There is no answer for that, Layne. But I can see into you right now, and I can tell you know I speak truth. I am here not only to ask for your help, but to offer you another life. I may not get along with Dialga, but I look to him like a brother. And I cannot stand to see him in this phase. If you found one who could change your family to such a way, wouldn't you be asking them, as I am you right now?"
Layne didn't know if Palkia knew about his family, but Layne bowed his head and shut his eyes. Palkia was right. "I just don't see what I can do."
"We never do, Layne." Palkia said. "But even if you never see a difference made, others may, and knowing that, is enough to make some very satisfied."
Layne sighed. "I will go. I will go to this world. I don't like admitting it, but you're bringing up my own points, and it's the truth. I can't stand life here. And if life on your world is as horrible as you say, and if I can do something to make it better, perhaps things will start to look up..."
Palkia's eyes glimmered. "I thank you, Layne. When I transport you to my world, I cannot help you. Dialga's power is too great, and he would detect me. I hope you forgive me. To show my thanks to your acceptance, I bestow upon you, two gifts. The first, is the gift to understand the language of the inhabitants of my world. There are no humans where I come from, and your purpose will be harder if you cannot understand the inhabitants. The second is a gift known as the Dimensional Scream."
"Dimensional Scream? What exactly is that?"
"Unfortunately, that is something you yourself will need to find out. For revealing this gift could be useful, but just as dangerous."
Layne crossed his arms. That's just fine and dandy. He gives me something I don't know what it does, or how it even works. For all I know, he's given me some kind of way to fly, and I got no way of figuring out how to control it.
Palkia continued. "Be wary, Layne. In the world as you know it, this gift is heavily restricted, and will not work unless in specific areas, areas of which I do not know of. Take heart, Layne, for as I transport you, know you will find friends...I promise."
Layne sighed, and felt his body get lighter, or dematerialize. He closed his eyes. He just prayed he made the right decision.