Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Mirrored worlds

Prologue : The Glass Gate

Warning, this chapter talks about death, and how I perceive the passing of human life, how it affects family, religious beliefs, and relationship with friends and loved ones. If this becomes to heavy, please stop reading, take a deep breath, get some water, and skip the chapter, I understand it could be too hard for people who have lost a loved one recently because I also have had lost one, as well as my grandmother, it was a hard time.

If you have read and accepted this, the please continue on reading, and enjoy.
[ Read Right to Left, Top to Bottom, and its written like a script as always. ]

( Haji writing in journal ): A long time ago, my Grandfather said adventure was always out there. He said, "The deep woods, blocked off by Iron bars, and Steel gate. There lies a hidden path of Mystery... And a curse as well... Dark and Dusty the path may be; step off it, and it will be the last thin you will ever see... and what ever you do after that, DON'T LOOK BACK, or the woods are forever closed. Not accessible, to those who do not head thy warning." I asked him over and over again for that story, with it never getting old. My mother would scold him.

( Haji's Mom ): Herman, its no-

Haji's dad Coughs loudly, with the cold he has.

( Haji's Dad ): Sorry hone- achoo!

( Haji's Dad sniffing ): I didn mean t- AAACHOO!

( Haji's Mom ): Its fine, get better honey. As I was saying... Dad, listen, its not 1927. You can't go out and do whatever you want. And just because you're a famous scientist doesn't mean that th-

( Herman ) : I understand sweetie, but give this old man of yours a break, I just wanna tell the story, and my Grandson is an adventurous kid, he will get his chance someday!

Haji's Mom sighs Sarcastically loud, before muttering something under her breath.

( Haji ) : If I recall correctly, she told my grandfather off, and I never got the real or full story... well, not till a year ago, before he died in his hospital bed...

One year ago [ 2018 ]

( Haji ) : Hey old man, could you tell me another story.

( Herman ) : The one where I escaped a mob boss with my life?

( Haji ) : No, the Glass Gate.

( Herman ) : Oh! The glass gate. Mine and your favorite! Ahem Long a-

( Haji ) : Sorry to interrupt. But, can you tell me the entire story, I'm old enough now, and I doubt mom will tell it to me correctly, and... I still want to venture out to find it.

Haji's mom slams the door open to the room!

( Haji's Mom ) : I can HEAR you from out side.

( Haji ) : You can hear that?

( Haji's Mom ) : I'm a woman who used to help out at schools and summer camps, you learn to pick up gossip some how. AND NO. He WILL NOT tell you that story! Its boring, its fictional, and its done no good fo-

( Haji ) : For WHO? YOU!? Mom I am 14, and I have never once truly gotten this story. And with all of Grandpa's notes, its buried somewhere in there, SO what's stopping him?

This bickering between the two abruptly stops when Haji's dad walks in, and Herman coughs loudly, looking a little paler in color from his Anemia.

( Herman ) : Baby, please stop bickering with my grandson, he's right, and has you held down at every point you made, maybe its time I tell him.

( Haji's Dad ) : I think we all want to know honey, even if you don't.