Although I haven't been on Maple for a while, I still feel compelled to write a fanfiction on it. Now that school is technically over, at least for me, I can focus on this. But this isn't my first account. I'm just scared people will be mad at me because my last one had a story I didn't update since about September of last year… I hope I can stay with this story because I easily lose interest… I'll just hope for the best…
Disclaimer: I do not own, or am I affiliated with the company that owns MapleStory. I said it once; I won't type this every chapter. It's a waste of time since it's a bit obvious.
-I want you to know this will be one of the few chapters that will be first person.
the poem is mine-
-I doubt anyone will take it-
-It's not that great-
Bruised and battered my complexion,
Life or death is his selection,
Seconds pass, I'm losing time.
An execution for my crime.
A simple story, a tiny tale,
Of a darkened mind, a heart so frail,
Two broken souls and a bloody knife,
I had lost liberty to my life.
Lost between frozen time and endless space,
Watching the clock hands click right into place.
The price is right, the signs are certain.
The end has come, an eternity of sin.
Thunderstorms, hurricanes, monsoons and flood,
The world will die and drown in blood.
Because of me, the world must take its last breath.
Because of me, the world faces death.
The blessing of knowledge, of knowing who one is, and who one can be is unfortunately not given to every person there is. Some don't understand their past, and can't understand their own potential. I don't know my own identity. I have no true thing to hold on to… only my powers.
If only I could understand my past. People are so lucky. They have something they could relate to. The first thing I could remember was the kind people who had cared for me. They told me I wasn't their real child, and it was hard to believe. The first person I said "Mommy" to was no way related to me. People take it for granted. One's own history defines a person. To not know my history makes me feel incomplete.
My name is Karen. I am a mage, a cleric to be more specific. I'm not powerful like fire mages, I'm not adaptive like ice mages, but I am studious. I know more spells than most arch mages. There is one person I truly admire, my professor, Professor Thereallyold.
The wind was calm but there… the skies weren't visible through the canopy formed by the trees of Ellinia. How I loved Ellinia. It was mysterious and alive. The earth seemed to be luminescent and the trees had a certain glow. That was when I heard Professor Thereallyold talking to one of his apprentices. I quickly hid by teleporting into the branches or the tree.
"I think Karen is ready for a promotion" said the professor.
"I doubt it. She isn't normal. You know that" said the apprentice.
"That's why she should be promoted. Since when was normalcy a good thing? I was never normal myself." He said it quite playfully. He wasn't a very serious fellow, but he was great.
"You were abnormal in a quirky way. She… she has a dark aura around her. I don't trust her." That ass…
"You tend to have lapses in judgment when people could threaten you. Jealousy is not a pretty thing." Yeah!
"I'm not jealous. Even if I was, I wouldn't allow it to interfere with my leadership. I won't let her go through without a fight." I'm starting to hate this guy more and more with every word he says.
"I won't hold her back. I believe people should be awarded when they excel." I felt so happy that he has so much faith in me. "I'm willing to compromise. I will give her a trial period. I will give her the duties of a priest in training. If she fulfills her duties right, she will be promoted. But if anything goes wrong, I will push her back to normal cleric duties. Is that good?" Professor Thereallyold, or Mr. T - I sometimes call him, gave a look of conclusion.
"That's good" he said dejectedly. He knew better than to mess with Mr. T when he was persistent about something. Mr. T was required to speak to a trusted apprentice about promotions. It seemed pretty stupid because if he was sure about it, he would get his way. By then, I was almost jumping for joy. But my desire to maintain my dignity protected me from doing so. I quickly scrolled myself home to Ellinia.
My home was near the academy. The academy was a place where all mages learn how to hone their skills. The academy was basically Mr. T's home. I reappeared next to the entrance to the academy, and I went away to my home. But by there, I bumped into Rick. He was an archer and he comes to Ellinia often. He's quite tall with black spiky hair. But he doesn't wear archer clothes. Instead, he wears baggy pants and an Armani Exchange shirt.
"Hey Rick" I greeted.
"Hey Karen" he replied.
"Why are you here?" I said in an almost incoherent manner. Fortunately, he understood.
"I have a meeting with one of the apprentices."
"Heh, that's good." My mind was blank.
"Hey, I'll see you later 'kay?"
"'Kay"
Sadly, whenever I'm around him, my conversation skills diminish. I'm unable to engage in intelligent conversation. What's strange is it happens for no reason at all. I must've looked like a fool in front of him. But I was so happy about the news that I didn't mind and I nonchalantly went to run home to go on the computer. I logged onto Maple Messenger.
(A/N: In order to avoid saying actual Maplestory names, I will just use actual names. That should be helpful)
Karen has logged on
Kris: Hey Karen!
Scott: Hi Karen.
Carmen: T-T everyone beat me. Hi Karen!
Karen: Hi everyone…
Karen: I overheard I was getting a promotion
Kris: That's terrific! OMG! That's is awesome!
Carmen: eh… everyone is beating me, xD.
Scott: congratulations.
Kris: You should get a celebratory present. I'll buy you a kargo.
Karen: No, that's alright.
Carmen: Sorry guys, can't talk right now. Trying to train.
Kris: Need some help?
Carmen: Sure! Could all of you help?
Kris: YEP!
Scott: You'll need it.
Karen: Why not…?
Carmen: Thanks, I'm at wild boars.
Carmen has logged off
Scott has logged off
Kris has logged off
Karen has logged off
I really didn't want to train. But I couldn't let my friends, no acquaintances down. People like me don't get friends. People like me are destined to be alone. Friends are people who care about you. These are people I hang around just for company. Misery loves company.
Hey, how do you like it? Do you like it? Please review… I'm sorry to leave at such a point, but I don't want to go to the next part yet. I promise I will describe Karen and the other characters next chapter. It would feel weird describing them when in 1st person. Trust me, the first chapter's slow, but the action will pick up soon.