Disclaimer: Various characters and locales within this story are the property of their respective owners, for now my only creation is Ingo. Please review and don't be afraid to criticize, this is my first attempt at fiction and I would like to improve.
Ingo of Todash
Ingo...a name I know not, a man I know not. Here he lays before me, I know not why. Not knowing seems to be be my specialty. But then, I guess there's something everybody doesn't know. So lets add another little piece of info to your sorely lacking minds. My name is Ingo as well. Coincidence? No, I wouldn't think you'd come to that either. I have taken his name for reasons that are of no importance really, but I suppose you should know them anyway.
The man laying before me is of the manni. What? Not a familiar word? Well I suppose it wouldn't be for those of you not familiar with sai King's The Dark Tower. In your world, it is merely a book. In mine ( and that of many others, I can assure you) a building of unimaginable power. But we'll come to that, if you're lucky. But then, the tower is not important to my tale (well, at least not in a significant way).
But where were we? Ah yes, there was a dead man just ahead of me. Nothing of real interest on his person aside from a few trinkets, clothing, and a letter (all of which I'll be keeping...what, like he needs it where he's going?). If I hadn't picked up the letter you wouldn't a name to go with now would you? That's what I thought, pipe down and keep your morals to yourself.
Other than the letter, I know nothing (getting tired of that aren't you?) about the man other than his name. Well, that's not true. I do know (finally) where he was going, glad I read the letter now aren't you? Well, you shouldn't be. I'm not telling you. Well, maybe later...if you're good.
Now I suppose comes the time where you get to know a little more about myself (oh joy). Not really all that much to tell, the only interesting things about me are to come later (wait you impatient bastards, knowledge will come). All you really need to know about me is that I sprang from nothing. What does that mean, I don't know (loving that aren't you?). Perhaps it means I merely sprang from todash, our little darkness between the worlds. Perhaps I'm the spawn of the old great ones, though I've never seen too much great about me. Ah well, I seem to be rambling again.
Even so, that would make a bit of sense. For one reason or another, I'm rather adept at opening holes between worlds (eat your heart out black thirteen...we'll come to that too) and that, for better or worse, is the reason for this story.
Getting a bit bored of the intro? Good, I am too. In fact, I've never had the patience for writing. (Aren't you so glad that I press on?) But it's a necessary (not really) thing so that you may fully understand (like you care) where I'm coming from.
Again, I digress. For now all you need to know is that I make a living out of traveling from world to world. Would it surprise you to know that quite a few of these worlds exist in what you call anime and manga? I don't see why it would, with all the worlds that exist out there I wouldn't be surprised if there was a world where the little gingerbread man (god I love that story) is running around, making mischief.
It is now time for this little prologue of mine to come to and end, you know that this shall be a story of inter-world travel (perhaps just an excuse to submit to the anime desires of a few) and that it shall center around myself. Now, if I haven't managed to lose you just yet (doubtful) read on and learn of the stories of my life, may the time you spend in my world be time well spent.