Adventurer Andy

Chapter 1

He kept his distance away. Any closer and he could have gotten injuries unwanted. Dagger pointed forward, back hunched, feet kept apart and trinklets of sweat rolling down his neck, he stared directly into the creature's eyes. Just then, the creature blinked. That was it! In that split second the creature had its guard down. The killing blow was made bare. If Andy struck now, it would all be over. Acting promptly he lunged forward. "Crack!"

Andy tripped over a root and landed face first into the sand. "Ooof!" he yelped. The Poring slithered away with its spoils. "I want my stuff back!" yelled Andy, still flat on the ground. "Oh man…" he sighed while walking back to Prontera, head filled with disappointment.

Andy was only ten years old. He was a young novice, training to be a monk. Obviously, he was still far from it. Andy never had a mother or a father to guide him. He was an orphan ever since he could remember, absolutely no memory of his past. It was as if he was created in some kind of screen where his strengths were adjusted and hairstyle tweaked, only to randomly appear to the west of a castle filled with people willing to help him, in the middle of nowhere.

Andy headed back to his little hut in the southern region of Prontera. Prontera city was a metropolis. It had everything anyone could possibly need. From enchanted swords to angel wing-headbands with no use what-so-ever. The city was divided into two regions, the north and the south. The north filled with rich entrepreneurs and noble knights. The south was filled with peasants and merchants who sat around selling useless knickknacks all day. Travelers often refer to it as "The Slum".

"Oooh you're back! I'm starving! Um, where's the food?" said Delilah, Andy's hut mate.

She too was an orphan.

"I lost it…" replied Andy with a depressed tone.
"What do you mean lost it?" said Delilah.
"I dropped it on the way back from Morroc. It was an accident! This Poring came out of nowhere and…"
Delilah cut him off "And you couldn't kill it?"
"They're tougher than they look alright!" said Andy. The two of them sat there irritated and hungry.
"I'm really sorry…" said Andy.
"What do we do now…" asked Delilah. Still hungry, they decided to go to bed.

Each time the Sun rose each morning, Andy and Delilah were given hope. It was a new day and a chance to redeem themselves from past mistakes. "Today, I'm going with you. To make sure you don't screw up like yesterday!" yelled Delilah. Andy could only nod in agreement; he was in no position to argue.