Second Life Online Prolog: To Know One's Place
Entity's POV:
Prince was roving the wilderness with a dangerous mindset. Doll followed at a distance. As Prince's friend, it was important she did not 'add fire to the flames.' This so called 'Prince' also happened to be overlord of the most powerful city on the Central Continent: Infinite City. Prince was not overly tall, more like average. He had short stark white hair and eyes the color of blood. This was also the most popular person in the world of Second Life. Every day the gates were flooded with fangirls. In fact they had almost killed Prince once, but his dignity did not survive.
"Prince is not planning to train in the Valley of Wandering Nymphs, is he?" Prince nodded vacantly, as if not really paying attention. While Doll had stood there stunned, Prince had started to move, making for the trees. Doll hurried to catch up and was soon at his side.
Recently Prince has been having less and less time to spend with his team, Odd Squad, and his other friends. Doll did not feel any particular lack of attention, though she was always with Prince. She came because Ugly Wolf, a part of Odd Squad, just like Doll, asked her to. She was mainly there to keep Prince from getting into too much trouble, though it seems like the Valley of Wandering Nymphs was as close to trouble as he would get. They were currently practicing the fine art of running away from home.
They soon encountered the first group of Nymphs. There were three of them, all of them level 60 and wearing flowing red robes. All of them were astonishingly beautiful, which is probably why all of the men who had come to look at them never came back… Prince initiated the battle with a clean strike. The Nymphs looked astonished, though they quickly recovered. Doll rapidly summoned 8 Fire-Armored Skeletons, because she was an Angel Necromancer.
The battle ended as swiftly as it began, with the smooth rise and fall of Prince's Black Dao. This pattern continued for many days. If they weren't fighting they were either eating or logged off. After many days they finally hit a jackpot, a lone purple robed Nymph. They were all level 90 and were the most beautiful of the Nymphs, except for their rumored Boss, Celestial. He hastily told her," Doll, I'm going one-on-one with this purple robe, so don't interfere." I nodded my head obediently. Prince could get himself through anything.
His work was soon finished, though but by the end of it he was covered with blood, Hence his nickname the Blood Elf. Prince walked back to Doll with a spring in his step and a huge exhilarated grin. Doll suddenly saw a shadow, just out of the corner of her eye, but it was enough. Prince looked as well and immediately set off to investigate. Doll watched and sighed in exasperation. Eventually Prince was going to get himself killed with this kind of behavior. Doll followed even though her gut told her not to. They soon saw the huge gaping maw in the side of a hill.
The sunlight only seemed to go in three inches until it stopped completely. The wall of darkness in the cave almost seemed tangible as they entered. Doll could no longer see Prince, though she could hear his excited breathing. She grabbed his hand, his bigger one completely dwarfing her smaller one. The darkness only seemed to grow as they went in farther. After several more feet she realized the cave had begun to lighten and was more of a deep twilight than completely black.
Soon the pair emerged into a cavern, it was slightly lighter than the cave, but she could still only barely make out Prince's features. His armor seemed to radiate malice instead of its usual comfort. Prince urged her to the middle of the cavern, where only a single ray of light permeated the darkness. There was a huge boulder with a large indentation at the top, from which glistening water flowed. Doll breathed out in awe, because she only just realized the enormity of the cavern.
Behind them there was a rough grating noise as the Necromancer and Warrior were trapped in perpetual twilight. Prince barely spared the now empty space a glance. His eyes were riveted at the opposite side of the cavern. He realized his breathing had become ragged and uneven, and so had hers, as he had just realized. Suddenly her whole body felt like a loadstone to him. Prince all but dragged Doll as he began to make his way across the cavern. He felt Doll fall, though she never touched the ground. He picked her up and dashed into a small opening, opposite of the way they had entered the cavern. He began to slow as he became weary, just as Doll had.
The tunnel had begun to lighten, but Prince had not noticed. He had fallen unconscious while running. His body continued to move, upwards now as the tunnel still lightened. Finally they emerged, though at this point he couldn't see, he knew they had left. The air was cleaner, less dank than the cavern. The sense of malice and evil had left him the moment he left the cave.
His body slowly sank to the ground, Doll in his arms and was just as senseless as he was. His mind barely registered soft grass and pungent flowers as he gave up his hold on consciousness.
He had no sensation as he lurched, spinning and wheeling his way into darkness…..