This is a Miitopia fanfiction. Yay. I'm not a good writer, but I will try to not make it horrible. I will be following the main plot, but I will be changing the way some things play out. I also may change the way some mechanics work.
Isha, a traveler, did not fail to notice the steadily darkening sky. It seemed much too early for it to have darkened so much, but she initially shrugged it off, not trusting her internal clock. She'd never been especially good at judging the passage of time. She had already been traveling for almost a week, but it did not feel nearly as long.
That thought prompted her to wonder how much longer she would be wandering out there. Right before she left, her parents had given her their blessing, asking her to please return soon. But how soon was soon, exactly? It had been a rather rash decision, to leave like that without any protection, and she could acknowledge that, but she still thought it was the right choice. She had felt an irresistible need to escape from what had happened, and now that she had seen what it was really like away from home, she felt compelled to stay away forever. She never wanted to deal with that again. But would it really be worth it, to never see them again?
She was pulled out of her thoughts by a strange sight. Before her eyes was a bubble with...something in it. She walked closer, squinting. Then she blinked and shook her head quickly, her hair briefly flying around her face. That couldn't be right. It looked like a pair of eyes. She watched, fascinated and rather confused, as the eyes swung around and attached themselves to a rock moth with a flash of light. Something told her it was dangerous, but she was too curious. She walked forward, trying to get a closer look when it spun around and slapped her in the face with its wings.
That hurt a lot more than it should have. It was just a bug, for goodness' sake! She would have liked to stay to find out why the moth was doing that and how it could hit so hard, but her sense was finally returning to her. She ran, as fast as she could, and even when she was pretty far from the moth, she continued to run, until her strength failed her. She then found that in this wild, senseless run, she had come across a little town. She quickly cleaned her newly-smudged glasses on her shirt before walking in.
While she had been running, she had not noticed that it was getting steadily darker as she went. Now, in this town, she saw that not only was it much darker than it should have been, but the sky itself had changed. She knew that something was very, very wrong.
Before even looking around, she noticed the silence. At home, in that little town, there had always been noise. Even at night, there was always some animal rustling around in the bushes. Here, the only sound was her own footsteps. But the thing that really creeped her out was the townspeople. As she walked farther into the town, they turned towards her. That was when she discovered that quite a few of them didn't have faces.
She gasped, running forward and staring around the town. Some people still had their faces, but many did not. That meant...those floating eyes she'd seen earlier? Those were from someone's face. Maybe even from one of the people she saw in this town. She had to find out what had happened.
The closest person with a face was a woman holding a boy tightly.
When Isha approached her, the woman looked at her helplessly. "Oh, please help my son, Asher, I beg you! Please!"
"How did this happen?"
"This Dark Lord guy just came and-and stole off their faces! Please, adventurer, get my son's face back!"
I really don't think I'll be any help…" Isha began, but seeing the worried, heartbroken face on the mother, she relented. "I will do what I can."
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" The mother paused for a moment, then pulled out a little necklace with a charm on it. "Here, take this. It's our family's good luck charm. Maybe it will help you with your search for Asher's face."
Isha accepted it, thanking her and promising to try as hard as she could to reclaim the little boy's face. She left the town, feeling some relief when she left the dark atmosphere. As she walked farther away, she realized just what she had promised. Rather than continuing to wander and be safe if she could escape this Dark Lord's notice, she just had to get herself involved. In fact, it was highly probable that she would have to go right up to the Dark Lord and ask for the kid's face, in which case he would probably just steal her face and be done with it. But she had made a promise, and she had to follow through on it. Maybe, if this somehow didn't end horribly, she could redeem herself through it.
It turned out that it was not at all hard to find the Dark Lord. In fact, it was more like he found her. This is a terrible idea, she thought, and then she found herself marching up to the Dark Lord. "Give Asher's face back!"
The Dark Lord brought (she assumed) Asher's face down, in a bubble like the eyes she had seen earlier. "What, this thing?" He paused. "Hmm. Maybe I will give this one back. But you'll have to earn it." He waved his hands, making a yellow blob appear. "How good are you in a fight?"
She stared at it, terribly frightened. If a moth could do that much damage to her back there...and since she was still tired and kind of hurting from a few minutes ago…
The face spiraled down, attaching itself to the blob with a flash of light, just like when the eyes attached to the moth.
"Be seeing you! If you survive, that is," the Dark Lord said, laughing and abruptly flying up.
The slime stretched towards her, ready to hit her as hard as it could. She trembled, too afraid to dodge or fight back or anything. She waited for death to come, but a few seconds later, she was still alive. She opened her eyes to see that the necklace had floated up into the air between her and the slime and that it was now glowing. A voice, seemingly coming from the necklace, called her name. She was then transported to a strange, blue room.
"Isha! Can you hear me?"
"Um, yes."
"You might not believe this, but I'm kind of what you would call a 'guardian spirit.'"
"Huh?"
"I'm here to save you and stuff. Anyway, you seem to be in a bit of trouble there!"
"That's a bit of an understatement, but yeah."
"Would you like some help?"
"Sure, that would be nice."
"I, er, bestoweth upon thee the awesome power of the guardian! Now, choose a job!"
The guardian spirit quickly explained each of the six available jobs to her. She knew immediately which one she would choose.
"I'd like to be a mage, please."
"Of course, of course! Just one moment, please."
There was a bright flash of light. When Isha opened her eyes, she found that she was wearing a blue-and-red robe, along with a matching hat. She was holding a wand, although it was really more of a stick.
"Now you're ready to fight! Go on and save that kid's face!"
Isha found herself back in the real world, facing that little slime. It still scared her, but she knew that she had to beat it. To save the kid's face and her own life. She frowned at the slime, raising her stick threateningly. She was ready.