Disclaimer: Elsword is an action MMORPG developed by KOG Studios. It has a manhwa and an okay gameplay. I do not own the MMORPG nor the manhwa. Writing this fic do not give me a single cent.
A/N: I decided to make a steampunk!Elsword because, c'mon, who doesn't adore steampunk? Anyway, I'm playing Aisha, and am totally obsessed with Elsword/Aisha right now... So expect it as the main pairing in this fic! This is only the start though. You may also expect speedy updates since I'm now on a 6-month vacation and will probably have no other thing to do other than writing shorts and avoiding my own novel. Yay procrastination! Really sorry for the grammar-butchering. I'm not an English native-speaker, so yeah. (That's just an excuse, so fire away with the critics!)
Chapter 1: A Jumping Start
Sometimes Aisha wished that she lives in a different world.
The wind blows strongly, whipping her purple hair back and revealing her dirt-stained face almost proudly to the sky. It wailed and howled, screaming as each flow of air rushed through the rocks beneath her feet. The earth cracked in the middle of the empty field as if split in two, a river running strong and deep down on its bottom. It was so far down from where Aisha was standing, she's not sure if she would come back alive. She wondered if she had chosen the right attire; she wished she had worn simple shorts instead of her purple dress―a dead weight if submerged in water.
The river roared, its sound still audible even through the strong wind. It leads to a cave invisible from where she was standing. No one knew where its current headed to, but Aisha does.
She knew.
Behind her, she could faintly hear the sound of metal clanking and steam blowing. She didn't need to look back to know that there were things chasing her―machines. Bits of white fur and pink flesh on top of curious gears, characteristic of the new P.H. Or.U.S units, adorned the metal skeletons running through the grass field in incredible speed. Under the harsh light of the sun, it shines almost blindingly. Aisha has always laughed inside every time she spotted one of those things running around town. Praised highly as 'the ultimate unification of the force of Roh and human's intelligence', it always struck her as odd that such a grand title would be given to such soulless, pitiful things. Their eyes rolled around its sockets, saliva dripping from each corner of lips. They looked like corpses―violently butchered and disrespectfully attached on top of lethal robots to give an illusion of 'life'.
An army of them were behind her, eyes rolling and mouth frothing with an ugly mixture of saliva and leaked oil, running at full speed to butcher her corpse and stacking tiny pieces of her on top of their ugly heads.
Aisha gave another look at the far away river beneath her, its roar screaming death threats. She crouched and raised her arms straight to chest-level, an imitation of a jumping stance she saw on a sport article; a beautiful girl with long slender legs crouching like she did on the edge of the sea, lips grinning so sweet it was almost saccharine. 'A Jump to the Water in a Scorching Summer! A Recommended Sport!'
Twenty meters away from the front most line of P.H. Or.U.S-es, she jumped.
Thank you for reading!
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