Hello! This is my first fanfiction, but still, please give some constructive criticism for me please. Thank you~
Disclaimer: I do not own 1/2 Prince.
Chapter One
One day, I was popular.
And the next day I wasn't.
This just showed the power of Virtual Reality Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games, or, known as the VRMMORPG, in my school. One day, everyone loves you. The next? None of them remembers your name.
They are what popularity is measured by nowadays. You got into a famous team? Suddenly, you're the most popular person in the school. If you died, and went back down to level one? Not only will no-one pretend to know you, they'll all bully you. It is the rule, in our university.
And if you don't even own the game, a brief snippet of your only conversation in university would be like this.
You: Hey, do you know where the *insert something here* is?
Them: Yeah... Hey, do you play *insert the newest VRMMORPG*?
You: No...?
Them: Oh, never mind. I'm sorry, but I just forgot where the room is.
And then, you'll never, ever, talk to them, again.
One of the failures of the twenty second century. It made, everyone, addicted to games. Or one of the successes. I prefer the word failure here, as I'm sure some others do.
This, is the story of how I fell to the bottom, and how I climbed up back to the top, as first.
This, is the story of how Second Life changed my life.
Correction.
This, is the story, of my second life. The creating of a legend.
The World...
"Silent Raven, duck!" Fiery yelled, and I followed his command. A second later, a flaming boomerang flew over my head and I turned around just in time to see it incinerating its way right through a wolf's body, undoubtedly going to eat me it if weren't for Fiery.
We were in a very dark valley, called the Valley of Death. Rumours was that at the end of the valley, there was a incredibly powerful boss, who drops Fairy Eggs. Fairies were said to be able compound experience and money gained by thirty percent.
"Where's the rest of the team?" I asked as we kept on running. In the Valley of Death, wolves were everywhere... And not the beginner kind of wolves. They were level fifty, sixty, and all of them could shoot laser beams out of their eyes. To add onto that, there were golems made out of shadows, a cliche concept in the recent years in the game industry, but still were pretty terrifying consider they are all in the level seventy range, and was nigh impossible to defeat even if you were level eighty.
Luckily, I, a dark elven warrior, was level ninety six, and Fiery, a demonic fire mage, was level ninety seven. I am number three warrior in the game, and Fiery was number six, slightly unfair for him considering he has a higher level than me.
"Not on yet. I left Captain Claw a message, considering he's the highest level out of us all, to start the teleportation device but it has been two hours already."
"Fiery... What if they don't come?" I asked, with the impish nature of a young child. I probably did sound a little worried, because Fiery glanced back at me.
"Then we'll force Game Freak to sue the creators of The World." He got a laugh out of me with that one, thinking about the bankrupt Pokemon company attempting to sue one of the richest companies in the world.
"But seriously... does that mean that we'll be bumped back down on the popularity ladder?"
"We'll just be ignored until we finally murder all their asses. And then, Richard's gonna throw us in jail because we killed him again." That had me laughing again, thinking about it. Richard is a member of probably one of the richest families in British Columbia, and probably could have bribed his way into Harvard if it wasn't for the fact he got expelled twice, and incredibly stupid. So stupid, that probably even forking over a few billion dollars would not make Harvard budge.
Oh, and he played The World too, and was one of the most spoiled kids in North America.
"Wait, stop!" Fiery yelled, breaking my train of thought as he holds out a hand. I shied away from it, as it suddenly blazed with fire.
"What?!" I asked, startled.
"Whisper." He mumbled to me. "I sense the magic scent of a few golems near us."
"What level?" I questioned to him into his ears.
"Strangely, the magic scent on them is fairly strong and I'm getting a message that it is level eighty or ninety." I let out a brief gasp of disbelief, and in that split second, something really rough and rocky slammed onto me.
I opened my eyes, and breathed in relief as I realize I am in my room. The familiar orange paint plastered on the walls, and the blue carpeting, along with my The World bed brought me back to reality from that dream.
The dream of how I felt.
The goofy smile I had fell off my face, and I quickly went inside the washroom. Turning on the water, I repeatedly scrubbed my face trying to wake myself again.
It have been more than three months since I played the World, and already, I was missing the feel of VRMMORPG's. The feel of the thick wind in my face, and Princess Ja—
I shook my head. Painful memories. Too painful.
I briefly looked into the mirror, seeing my face. I had sharp ears, unusual in this age and time, and I have purple eyes. My glossy black hair was short, but the makings of bangs could already be seen.
My phone started to ring, and I looked at the caller. It was my sister.
I quickly flipped it open. "Hello?"
"Luke! Help me! I need some help to buy this new game—!"
"Okay, wait, I have some questions. What's the name of the game?"
"Second Life. Lukey dearest, can you please come and get it for me? I'm nearly bankrupt and..." I tuned out the rest of the conversation as I remembered something.
"Sis, what's the date today?" I asked.
"It is July the fourteenth, now come and buy the game for me!"
I didn't answer, as I lightly tapped my forehead with my palm. How could I have forgotten?! Second Life was supposed to be released in Canada today—
"Bro, can you please come and get me now?"
I immediately regained my composure, and answered. "Yes, which mall is it?"
"You're finally here!" My sister yelled at me, as I jogged up to her. My sister was older than me, and already has a degree in law after only three years of studying. She was one of the smartest people on Earth, and pretty much looked like a model at the same time. Just to add onto that, she was practically the most popular person in the University of New York, and is incredibly optimistic and oblivious to life, in general.
The world is not a fair place.
We were in Canada's largest chain of electronic shops, called A Collection. Despite the awful name, they sell some of the best quality electronics in North America, being third, while being ninth in the entire world. It was a simple shop, with their sign in bright yellow with often with a dark blue background, nearly looking like black occasionally.
"The traffic was bad." I answered as I opened the door and ushered her in.
It was quiet, as usual. Only around ten people hung around, all looking around for something or just sitting on the ground, plain bored. A Collection is completely operated by drones and robots, with the exception of a few workers to make sure they don't get out of hand. There were wires everywhere, and the occasional burst of music from an iPad 400, or sometimes, the rare strum of the old acoustic guitar. For some reason, A Collection sells really old, outdated instruments.
"Hello, what would you like?" A feminine voice asked and I turned around to the source. It was a bored looking receptionist, sitting behind a counter. She glared at me, her blue eyes practically screaming murder. Her long black hair had purple and yellow streaks in them, probably covering more then seventy five percent of her hair. I squinted my eye at her name tag. It said Natalie.
"Well, Natalie..." She frowned at me. "My sister here, and I would like to buy the game Second Life."
Natalie sighed. "Just thank god there's two more copies of it." She mumbled as she ducked for a little while, before emerging with two large boxes. Then, she went back to glaring at me.
"Thank you!" My sister gushed as she took one of them, and hugged it, smiling eagerly. Natalie stood up from her seat behind the counter, and opened her mouth to say something, likely relating to stealing but I clamped my hand over her mouth.
"Please, I will pay for her. Don't worry. How much for both?" I asked, smiling charmingly at her, albeit being a bit forced. Natalie's blue eyes suddenly turned into hearts.
... Oh, don't tell me—
"For you, kind sir, it'll be a seventy five percent discount!" She smiled at me and reached over to rub my chest.
I sighed, and took out my credit card, handing it over to her.
"Hey, you, stop flirting with my brother." My sister obnoxiously mumbled, not meaning for Natalie to hear it. However, suddenly, the temperature in the air lowered and something resembling a glaring contest started.
I sighed again.
This was going to take long.
"Goodnight, Lukey baby! Let's see if I'll see you in Second Life tonight." I lightly slammed my hand onto my head as my sister put on her game helmet, before turning back to the Second Life manual. My eyes suddenly started to blur together, and I rubbed my eyes. I looked at my game helmet, and shrugged.
Might as well. I thought of Princess Jade, and let the pain wash over me briefly, before picking up the helmet.
And then, I could only see black.
R&R~