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A/N: Thank you to my reviewers for their encouraging words. This chapter is short and sweet. No worries, there's more to come.
Chapter 2: The Other Side.
Mimori was not dead. On that fact she was certain, although she was clearly no longer in her body. That realization should have alarmed her, but her heart and mind were strangely free of fear and doubt. She was floating along a tunnel of swirling pastel light. Her hair and the skirt of her white gown seemed to dance all around her. A slight weight tugged at her neck, and Mimori gazed down at a triangular pendent.
The memories came back to her in a rush; the building collapse, the pain, and the darkness. She suddenly felt more solid. The light of the tunnel did not fade, but now she could recognize it. She had observed this same light building around alter users when they accessed their powers. She was on the Other Side.
Her heart filled with joy. Ryuho, she thought, I'm here. I will find you. She willed her legs to move. It was difficult at first, like trying to walk along the bottom of a swimming pool, but soon she was moving in long graceful leaps. "Ryuho," she called out happily, "Ryuho." Her voice echoed like bells upon the breeze.
