Drips find their way onto a grassy field. The sky thunders as branches of lightning spark the skies. There stands a single person, weapon in hand at their side, standing firm until finally a coil of lightning whips towards the floor. The person moves slightly, dancing around it as it touches the ground, lighting the area that surrounds the person. Their shoulder pauldrons shackle and buckle firmly. When there was no light, this grassy field was mysterious, dark and endless but the moment the lightning struck, beneath the mask of darkness, his atrocities were uncovered. In the blink of an eye. It disappeared.
Hundreds of bodies were slaughtered.
Then the grassy field was no longer grassy. It was bloody. No longer seen. No longer heard.
Did the grassy field exist?
Or did the grass sprout from the blood.
As the person took more steps into the darkness, they continued as if knowing where they were headed. Endless steps until their concentration broke.
Snap.
they turned back, gripping their weapon suspecting another, but the darkness prevented any visible presence from being seen.
Was it a branch? Or someone stepping over broken bones?
“Is there no one that can challenge me on this Server?”
The person finally came to what seemed to be the end of a road, except it was more the opposite of a light at the end of a tunnel. They placed their hand out, and the darkness began to swirl into a single bead of light. The person focused, letting out their hand which seemingly controlled the unstable light. Strands pierced through around his body, held back by the darkness. The person reached with their other hand, containing it within their grasp, and squeezed tightly.
“I release you!” the person whispered.
The air quelled as if air field a filled balloon, until finally a single silence was made. The darkness, shredded like wallpaper, slowly uncovering the images of reality.
The light dispersed from a single point through the cracks of their hands, into the grassy field, up towards the dark sky, cloudy sky bringing it back with life. The area was a sunny hillside. A plains that went forever, it seemed.
The person raised their wrist.
A holographic menu popped up showing information of the area.
Fresh Oren Hills - Cleared
“I guess it's time to get back.” They said. Meredice will be pleased. He thought.
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A light beamed down over the person, wrapping them in an ever flowing circular gale of white light - A personal portal. In a mere seconds they were gone.
The sound of silence winced through the hills as its bleakness met the wind once again. As it tricked over the dead bodies, they too would meet a similar transition.
Four minutes had passed since the person had left.
The bodies begin to sparkle, and steam. They slowly began to disappear as dust that ascend into the sky. Leaving behind gems and other trinkets on the floor.
“Thank Goodness! I thought he’d never leave!”
Under one of the fading bodies emerged a young boy.
Slowly he reaches out, slightly stuck from the weight of the body he was under. He pulled himself forward, pushing himself up. “Almost there!” He looked back and his foot was stuck under half of the body. “Come on!” He pulled his leg with his body and push with his hand, releasing himself, tumbling backwards. As he rolled his back hit a seemingly supportive object. His hair scruffy, and skin powdered with dirt. He wore a dark cloak, covering him from head to toe with leather boots.
“There shouldn’t be any walls here.” He thought.
As the young boy turned around he saw a sword, glowing green, dug into the dirt, hilt up. Around the sword were dozens of other items, necklaces, gold coins, and other equipment.
He stood up, and crossed his arms. He began a beat with his foot. He wasn’t tuning a tune, but rather, he was stepping to the beat of each second passing.
Fifty-Five, Fifty-Six, Fifty Seven, Fifty-Eight, Fifty-Nine.
“Sixty!”
He rushed towards the items on the floor as the aura disappeared from them. He began grabbing as many coins as he could hold and trinkets alike. As he picked them up they would hold them up towards the sky, inspecting them closely. Into his bag went the valuable ones. He finally came to the sword with the green Aura, which had some details appear above it.
Novice Sword.(Uncommon) dropped by Aquarius.
Level Req. 45
The items began to blink over and over, steadily but quicker each time.
The young boy was faced with an important choice. Either Pick up all of the gold and necklaces or pick up the single green-aura sword!
If I get the gold I can buy some armour and gear! But… The latter was eating at his core.
that wouldn’t come close to…
His eyes sparkled, as he looked closely at the description of the sword, specifically the name of the player that dropped it. “A sword dropped by Aquarius!”
He quickly grabbed the sword, raising it to the sky. “An Uncommon Sword!” It shimmered, while above the items on the ground phased dust particles into the sky. “This will do very nicely.” He said.
Thoughts of Aquarius would race into his mind. “I wonder where Aquarius has gone now?"
The young boy raised his wrist, opening up his own holographic menu. "I don't have much time before his portal closes." He thought.
The menu had several options, which included his player status, skills, and a map in plain text on a blue transparent background, but the young boy opened up the Map.”
He quickly glanced at the Portal -
Aquarius (Level 300). Sea-Hallow’s District Floor 3.
When he looked at the Sea-Hallow’s-District text, more information appeared.
Sea-Hallow’s District - A underwater station filled with Powerful Aquatic Monsters. 50% Cleared.
“I better hurry or I’ll miss the loot!
Aquarius's portal remained as a beam of light wrapped around the young boy, his holographic menu continued to blink but he ignored the warning. As he would cease from Fresh Oren Hills the menu would slowly fizzle leaving him with a message.
Recommended Level: 250.
Your Level: 0
