This is my first story, and it will have a high probability of switching between 1st and 3rd person perspectives. i will try to avoid that though. one more thing, my writing program does not have spellcheck so expect some errors till i get a better one. I will not be breaking immersion although there will be some references to real life. Dash time!
It all began with a single arrow. long ago, in a war fought for reasons forgotten, one man felt his heart get torn through by a arrow. as he lay dying in a slowly growing pool of his own blood, raindrops splashing on the battlefield around him, mixing with the blood, he saw something. on a corpse nearby, he noticed a small talisman in the shape of a eye. he crept towards it his body slowly shutting down from blood loss, he was mesmerized by its warm glow. he reached towards it and barely noticed when his leg was stepped on and crushed under the weight of a knight. straining for those last few inches he finnaly touched the amulet and every thing seemed to fade...
Where am I? was my first thought upon entering this place, void of all life. A voice revebrated through my bones, You are in the void, the heart of the Server. It boomed. questions filled my head and i asked, arn't i dead? The "void" shook with the voices laughter. No, follish Mortal, as you were the first to touch the amulet after the previous owner had been slain you shall be the new owner. the voice could tell i was confused, as it continued. you will be granted power. power that lets you create, but also destroy. you will be granted Immortality from old age and sickness, as well as being quicker than normal, both in wit and in speed. you can still die but will heal far quicker than is possible. the greatest power however, is that to talk to the gods. The world around me begins to disintegrate and i am told that i must go, for I am now the Operator...
About 2 Thousand years later...
The land is ruled by an Immortal tyrant, who rules with a iron fist. Rebbelions fail before they start, with Lord_EDENOP's robotic Peacekeepers. beneath the beatings, the anger stirs...
(this is just to show that i will be skipping ahead a lot in time. ps he goes By Lord_E)