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This project of mine is a way for me to experiment with my characters and settings. I aim to better myself at character developments and thus I take this story where I believe the characters would take it.
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The darkness fell down unto the forest slowly and soon the light from the moon stretched over the land. He bent his head up and gazed up at the artificial sky. The world had its flaws but no one could criticize the aesthetics. It was made to be astonishing and the makers hadn't failed to meet that expectation.
He let out a long sigh. He would miss it. He had spent years in this place. He had meet his best friends here. Made some of his fondest memories here. A wave of emotions suddenly drowned his mind and he had to lay a hand on one of the trees in order not to lash out.
It wouldn't matter if he destroyed the forest, the world only had hours left anyway, but he had always prided himself in his devotion to role-playing. His character wouldn't obliterate his surroundings simply because of some feelings. The tree he had held suddenly cracked and fell down taking with it many of its brothers entangled branches. It appeared that he had broken the tree trunk with a squeeze of his hand. He frowned a bit disappointed in himself for not being more careful. His strength was far too great for him to not consider.
His goal from the beginning had not been to obtain power, it had simply been a side effect of his many quests. He had maxed out his character traits some months ago and been granted to be one of the first to ascend into the new world. The new world being much more realistic with the advances in technology in recent years. A feature had been perfected that would allow the players to feel the environment. He picked up a rock from the ground and let it sit in his hand. In this world he couldn't feel its rough surface nor could he feel its weight. The only proof that he actually held something was a light tingle in his hand. To be able to feel was the reason the old world was being replaced by the new.
People had been protesting quite a lot regarding the completely new system that would replace the old one. It made it impossible to translate ones' characters fully into the new world and you would have to make a new one. He himself wasn't so sad for his character's inescapable doom. He thought it made a fitting ending for it to die by the hands of the makers rather than by his inevitable abandonment. He could not play forever and how much it caused him sorrow he always knew that his life in this world someday would bore him.
He held his hands in front of him moving them in the light of the moon. The several rings he wore captured the light gracefully and made his sharp nails less noticeable. His skin was in a light shade of blue but it appeared white in contrast to his black sleeves. He had created this second persona when he was fifteen. At the time he had been somewhat obsessed over fairy lore and therefore chosen the fairy race. He had cursed himself many times for not picking something more dangerous looking. Although his appearance had given him an upper hand in combat with other players as he often was underestimated.
His hair was curly in a chestnut-brown colour and its volume granted him a tiny bit of a much needed height. In his opinion it made him look less than a fairy and more like a human. In his early years his character had had long hair that ended at his shoulders, but after three embarrassing misunderstandings he quickly changed it.
A dark blue cloak rested on his shoulders concealing a black tunic. He had won the later in a tournament. It was woven from thin black metal threads which granted him a light protection from daggers and slashes. His trousers were made from enchanted fabric and improved his stamina greatly, not that he had any use of it. On his feet were a pair of ordinary black boots. In its whole his outfit were rather humble, apart from the silver thread decoration his cloak and the rings on his fingers.
As a fifteen-year-old he had been tremendously proud of the face with its mesmerizing eyes and clean-cut features, shallow as he was. But now he hid behind a white smooth mask only revealing his eyes and mouth. The body was lean and too short for his taste but it allowed him to move at an unimaginable speed.
The eyes were in a cold yellow hue which indicated that he belonged to the fairy race. His closest friend shared similar traits as him with the only difference being her one blue eye. She was half fairy and half human which gave her different skills and traits. Their differences had made them a great team. He with his full capacity of the fairy magic and she with her human strength combined with fairy speed.
He sighed, once again, thinking about their deeds. He hadn't seen her since she was accepted into that posh medical school. They had talked over the phone and texted but she had not meet him in either of her personas.
He would miss her somewhat scary smirks and how she always cared for him in battle. Hell, he would even miss how she always teased other players and how he always got in the crossfire. He felt his emotions filling his head and bit down on his lip.
None of his friends had accepted his invite to stay to the end. He had accepted their apologies but it had hurt. What hurt the most was that she hadn't accepted. She had a big test and could not be disrupted and he had understanding for that. But that she hadn't even bothered to come for even ten minutes stung his heart and he felt somewhat abandoned.
Tears fell from his yellow eyes and he felt pathetic. With his hands tightly shut at his sides he started waking. He might as well get some kind of enjoyment out of these last hours. He considered going to a city but quickly dropped the thought. The last thing he wanted was for some strangers to kill him for some last minute experience.
He stopped his walking and focused his eyes on the sky above him once again. With a short command white light started to pour out of his back. The mist like substance rose and formed two glimmering wings. As much as his wings pleased the eye it was a terrible disadvantaged to have when he wanted to avoid detection. He was a beacon for trouble and in the night it was even worse.
He cast a spell dimming the white light making the moon once again the only light source illuminating the forest. With a great stroke of his wings he rose above the tree crowns. He could not feel the wind making his mantle flutter but the pleasure of flight did not waver. His loneliness was for a moment replaced with the mighty feeling of freedom.
He flew for some time letting his mind wander. He would have to tend to his assignment soon. The ever growing pile of work always made him stressed and timid and his only motivation to finish them was the threatening red markings in his calendar. He hated himself for his procrastination but he just couldn't change. It was if the procrastination were a part of him, a terrible parasite that feed on the promise of tomorrow. He shook his head trying to force out his remorse.
He gazed down letting the beautiful landscape around him fill his mind. Maybe he could visit the old base for the sake of remembering long gone times.
He and his friends had created a base by hollowing out a mountain and with a lot of dedicated hours it had turned out quite nice. It was named fairy mountain as none of them could agree on a more creative name. Though they weren't all fairies of course. The name was decided on the notion that it originally was his idea to hollow out the mountain.
He flapped his wings accelerating fast and soon the landscape under him changed from plains into a thick forest. A mountain seemingly ordinary came into his field of view and he smiled. For someone else it might seem like a stone sticking up from a sea of trees, but for him it meant friendship.
He dove down with his wings pressed against his sides. He aimed for the foot of the mountain and spread his wings to stop the fall once he passed the tree crowns. He landed without a sound on a soft bed of moss. He gazed up at and felt tiny compared to massive body of rock. With his fairy eyes he could see vague shape of a star on one of the stones which confirmed that he had landed on the right side of the mountain.
One of his friends had insisted for the entrance to be well hidden. He hadn't gone against the decision of a secret hideout but now he somewhat regretted it. With the end of the world quickly closing in on him he didn't want to waste time looking for the leaver that randomly chose a new place to hide each day.
He quickly scanned the area for suspicions looking branches. The leaver might be random but it almost always chose to be a branch. To his relief he saw the right one immediate. It sat on one of the few oaks surrounding him. It was far too straight to be anything else than a leaver but if one didn't look that closely it blended in quite well.
He slammed his wings together and used the force to quickly close of the distance. When he stood under the tree he made a face. The leaver was out of reach for him. A cruel joke obviously bashing him for his fairy height. He drew his lips into a weak smile.
He used the tree trunk to gain some altitude and thought to pull the leaver down by using his body weight but he had to flap his wings several times to get it to even shift. He made a mental note to plot some kind of revenge to the creator of the mechanism. When the leaver clicked into position he let it go and jumped down the short distance to the ground.
He stood for some seconds waiting for the entrance to carve its way through the stonewall in front of him. The entrance was extremely huge in order to intimidate visitors, not that they had had any. A low hum suddenly filled the air and as expected the stone crumbled revealing a great door with many creatures carved in its smooth surface. He himself had made some of them taking inspiration from the worlds many creatures. The door swung open slowly making a gap big enough for him to go in. He entered and as he strolled through the great corridor he heard the entrance close.
The corridor bathed in a yellow glow making it as if a great fire burned. The statues decorating the sides was of different mythical creatures. In the light they felt somewhat alive. He continued inwards following the main path. Soon the walls and floor disappeared and he found himself standing on the bridge leading to the grand fairy throne. The chamber had originally been part of a dragon den making it enormous. The ground no longer visible was pitch-black and had he not heard the river flow he would have thought it was a hole going down forever.
The bridge was part of a system of different paths coming out from different doors in the mountain walls making it resemble a spider nest. He let his wings shine once again and the light filled the enormous room. Gold and silver hidden in the cracks of the mountain reflected the light beautifully. The platform in the middle lit up revealing the many gems infused in its pillars.
The platform was big enough to hold a small army, sadly it never had. It came out from one of the walls of the mountain and ended in the middle of the chamber. On it was the throne drawing eyes to its magical glow. It stood near the mountain wall concealing the door to the great conference hall.
He walked up to the astonishing object taking in its well-crafted details. A long stone staircase led up to a chair infused with white stones. The chair itself was made from a long thick white tree root twisting itself like a snake while spreading out and twining all it could touch. It was indeed an impressive sight to behold. He was honoured his friends had put so much of their time and effort into it.
It almost hurt him physical when he remembered that it all soon would disappear. Why had he come here when it only brought him pain? He shook the dark feelings of him and took a deep breath. He activated the command for time and numbers appeared. He bit his lip when he realised how little time he had left. Only fifteen short minutes to say goodbye.
He looked out over the chamber noticing one of the servants standing by one of the pillars. It was created by his best friend. The friend that valued school over him. He bit his lip cursing at himself for being such a selfish idiot. He called the servant by a flick of his hand. It immediately obeyed and bowed its head as it stood before him. It was a fairy like himself.
The servant wore a long blue cloak over silver lined trouser and a tunic made out of a soft blue metal, not much different from his own outfit. The hair was black with a few silver strokes and the face was emotionless as always with the eyes in a constant stare. With the chamber in the background it looked like picture taken from one of the old fantasy tales.
He took a deep breath closing his eyes for a moment organizing his thoughts. When he opened them he found the servant's yellow eyes gazing up at him. For a moment he was speechless. The man before him seemed so utterly real. God he was such a loser being intimidated by a lifeless doll.
He glanced at the time. Ten minutes of this world remained. He hesitated at first but decided to gather their creations. His character would surely want to watch the world end with his followers surrounding him.
"Alkra." He uttered and his friend's creation bowed waiting for his command.
"Gather all before the Fairy throne." The servant quickly turned around and disappeared unto one of the many bridges. He smiled as he remembered when she had created Alkra. She had made him to be his opposite. Outgoing and brave with a great sense of humour was her exact words when she had made him. Although her definition of a great sense of humour was more mischievous than it was funny.
All creations gather before him as the world had a mere five minutes left. He looked at them making sure he still remembered their names. Alkra was of highest rank standing nearest him.
Behind him on the right was Vend. She was an angel descendant like her creator. The armour that covered most of her body reflected the light from his wings making it look like she was glowing. She was kneeling with her sword unsheathed and her head bowed. Her long white hair hid her face but he remembered her brown eyes burning with fortitude. The last time he had seen her she had been covered in black blood holding off a horde of goblins.
Beside her kneeled the five that he himself had created. They all looked alike with their black cloaks hiding their features. They were forest spirits making their aura eerie and their gazes chilling. With their sharp teeth and distinct yellow eyes, they were not something you wanted to meet a dark night. He loved that aspect of them.
He had tried to make them all original in their personalities but in the end they had been somewhat of the same. They were all unforgiving, logical and cold but deeply loyal to him and his friends. He had of course tried to deepen their personalities with different traits but the differences were almost unnoticeable which he had gotten quite the critic for. But he didn't regret his decision in making five as he felt immensely proud of all the siblings.
Three were males and two were females but you couldn't quite tell just by looking at them. Their names were Navalan, Revry, Alsra, Lanerl and Sarlak. Lanerl and Revry being the females. He cringed at their names remembering the boyband he had used as inspiration. He had taken their name and made a slightly change, he praised the gods that the others hadn't noticed.
The next creation was an ice giant with his eyes in the colour of ice and skin as white snow. His mere size alone made an intimidation impression and it didn't help that he had a great sword on his back. The black armour he wore made his features even more distinct. His name was awfully long and his history greatly complicated, but that was expected granted that his creator was an author. The shortened version of its name was Gregal, a name fitting a giant.
Then there were two dark fairies with the job as the guardians of the mountain. As dark fairies their skin was in a dark blue colour rather than light blue. He didn't know much about them other than that their creator was equally mysterious. He did not in fact even know her home country, the only certain thing he knew about her was that she was a great painter. She had made most of the art in the mountain.
The time she had put into her creations had payed of. Their clothes were seemingly painted random in dark colours with details of silver and gold. But if one looked closely you could see how the chaos formed into different stories. Their names were oddly enough ordinary as she had named them Elra and Jahn.
The one beside them were a half human named Wilrod. He was an academic trusted with handling the great library at the top of the hollow mountain and thus an introverted soul. He had been created by them all. A living proof of the friendship they shared. Wilrod had kind hazel eyes and a short beard. On his nose were a pair of glasses and hanging from his belt were a book holding all the help commands and a map of the mountain.
At last there were Sion, a female fairy created as the sister to Alkra. Her white gown spread out onto the floor as she kneeled and her long black wavy hair touched the floor with her bowed head. On her back where an enchanted bow capable of firing an unlimited amount of white lightning. Decorating her head were a thin silver crown. She looked even more like a fairy tale than her brother.
His best friend had denied creating a copy of herself but it was obvious. They shared too many personality traits. Adventurous, caring, free-thinker and impulsive were only a few of the many. The only difference was the appearance and that her creation seemed to lack some of her afflictions. Looking at it he felt a sting of sadness that he swiftly pushed away. It was in total twelve creations bowing before him.
He looked at the time once again. It felt strange knowing that everything would vanquish in two minutes. He went up the stairs to the fairy throne and sat down. It was surprisingly comfortable. He admired the scene before him.
The creations bowed their heads and he sighed at their devotion. He knew it was fake, they were moving dolls in their simplicity. But it still felt as if they meet the end of the world with him.
With seconds left he fell back in the throne closing his eyes. A calmness came over him as he accepted his character's fate. He had had a lot of fun here and it was all that mattered in the big picture. A smile sneaked unto his face as he recalled his many quest and endeavours. He could see the seconds go by. When the last one disappeared he held his breath closing his eyes awaiting the moment he would wake up on his bed. With his eyes still closed he felt how all his senses came back to him.
Waking up felt like falling in your sleep as you suddenly felt your surroundings pushing at your skin. Your senses became a lot clearer as if you just breached the surface of a quiet sea.
He moved his fingers expecting the softness of his sheets. Instead he felt a hard surface under his hands and realised he wasn't laying down but sitting up.
He opened his eyes confused and somewhat groggy from the many sensory impressions that had welled over him. What meet his vision was Alkras eyes studying him with an uneasy look.
For a moment he froze his brain working at an unimaginable speed. He slowly moved his hands and his eyes grew big as he could felt the texture of the throne on his skin. He could feel it like if it was real.
Had they pushed back the end of the world? Had he mistaken the day? But how could this be the old world when he could feel? He moved his hand again to make sure he hadn't imagined it all. It felt exactly as if he was touching something in real life. With a snap of his wrist he called for the command screen.
The familiar display was nowhere to be seen. He tried it again and again but nothing appeared, he couldn't even get the time to show. He slowly rose from the throne feeling how the panic crept closer.
A slight breeze touched his skin and he suddenly became aware of the weight of his clothing. The fabric felt soft and somehow familiar which calmed him a little.
All of a sudden he remembered the mask covering his face and his hands quickly found it. As he let his fingers thoughtlessly wander over its smooth surface he focused on the pillar before him. It was extremely detailed and he could see even the tiniest of difference in texture.
"I…I don't understand." He stuttered with his hands still on his mask. The voice that came out from him wasn't his own and he froze in chock.
"Lord Alrakrion, are you alright?" A couple of seconds went by before he could think somewhat clearly. Had he imagined a voice? A panic suddenly welled from his chest. What if he had gone mad? Had he not a relative that was in asylum? He made a mental note to look it up as fast as he logged out. Could he even log out? No the command screen wasn't working. What if this was a bug? Yes, it must be a bug and soon he would be logged out by the system.
He turned around letting his hands drop down by his sides.
"Lord Alrakrion?" The voice said again and he traced it to Alkra. The creation had a worried look on his face and his yellow eyes meet his.
"You speak!?" He almost shouted. Alkra seemed confused and he opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times before he spoke. Alrakrion stared at the creations mouth intensely. He was almost certain that it hadn't moved before but he was very positive that it hadn't spoken before.
"I do lord Alrakrion. You must be tired, please let me lead you to your chambers."