I would be happy if you could just get involved with the whole thing and read the first part ... more about that in the epilogue.





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Mushroom picking, I hate it! My mother woke me this morning to tell me to come with you, half an hour later we were here ... in the forest. The fucking heavy hiking shoes pull on my feet, I much prefer to run barefoot. But what the heck ... I'm way too good-natured. I stomp after my mother morosely. Yes, the bag is slowly filling up with chanterelles, but ... I'm tired, I want to go back to bed. Oh, I'm pointing the knife at myself again ... if I fell now ... so what then? Better not think any further now, knife blade down, and catch up with my mother.



We broke up, she discovered a nest of small mushrooms, I want to go to the car ... Since it first rained and I'm no longer walking on one path, I can only make difficult progress, everything is slippery and smooth, and now it gets steep too ... really very steep!There's a mushroom under me, I can't reach it, I want to jump deeper ...



I can no longer brake, slide deeper and deeper, my pants are muddy ... Something like that had to happen when I put my pants on, they always have to be washed when I put them on. Last time someone taught me about it, and I prefer not to think about the time before. But I like the pants ... my sister once brought me back from the Bigstar factory for 10 marks, black velvet or something similar. In the meantime, she looks pretty shabby; my mother has forbidden me to wear her any more at school.

School? It's vacation, just don't think about it ...



Finally, the slide is over, I want to stand up, but ... wasn't that a movement next to me? I stop ... nothing. But when I want to straighten up, I notice it again ... there is something! This time I know the spot, keep straightening up ... No, that can't be!I slowly sit down again, my eyes still on this spot ... is it possible? I crawl closer, bent over, I don't want to lose my job. But then I'm sure I've discovered a window, a window between the worlds. The movement that I thought I perceived at first was only the view of the other world, which changed when I tried to get up.



The window is big enough that I would fit through ... but should I really? I don't know what to expect, where I'll end up ... What if I end up in a place like Ci`gazze? Am I too old for ghosts to eat me? How does it feel ... what will happen to you? I remember my fan fiction, I got Vegeta through the ghosts ... Well, I let her attack him. What is wrong with him? Probably a reason why I didn't write any more, I have no idea. What if I was right in my FF, and the worlds of DBZ and all the others we have ever imagined also exist?

I notice that I am still kneeling in front of the window. Maybe I'll get a dæmon ... what shape is it? I'm crawling through, I want to go to this other world. But first I take a branch and stick it in front of the hole ... it's already marked on one side, now I just have to make sure that I come back in the other world. Does time pass just as quickly in this strange place? Or as with DBZ in the space of spirit and time? I don't have a watch, so I have no way of checking. What if the time in there is running out fast, and when I go back everyone's gone, moved ... dead? Installed the window?

I'm still in front of it, I checked it in the meantime ... should I?



What the heck, it can't get that bad, I'll dare. Mom, Dad ... my sister and everyone else ... wish me luck, I hope to see you again.





Epilogue:
What can I say? We finally did it!

`The Eleven Companions` is a community story that is currently being written by five people.

Everyone writes from their own point of view.

So the first few parts are all mine. Part of the story has already been published under the title "Thought World".

We would all be very happy to receive comments. Oh, one more thing ...

The people from our world are all real!

If you want to find out more about us, let us know ... we also have a characteristic and pictures.