The first fanfic written by me, Ccw.

Hi all, this is my first time posting on . Basically, what you are looking at is a story that is loosely based on the maple world, with my own personal changes done to several monsters, skills etc. I wanted to stick to an RPG story, but also wanted freedom for the story. So expect to see references to Bleach, CABAL etc. Thanks for reading!

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Disclaimer.

This is just a random teenager's story, and I do not mean to infringe on any rights. I do not own anything that is mentioned in the story, so leave me alive please.

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Prologue:

She was coated in light.

"Do not fear, young one. The journey you will undertake is perilous, but you are one of the Chosen."

"Travel to the uncharted, accomplish the impossible. But beware. Things aren't what they seem."

"What do you mean!" he cried.

"You were once a fierce warrior. Regain that tenacity. I will set you on your way."

"Who are you?" he demanded.

"Goodbye." She whispered.

What was that? He wondered.

Then, he blacked out.

Chapter 1

"Hey Laran! Keep your eyes on the prize!" someone roared.

His vision was blurred, and he was in a daze. "Where am I…" he groggily wondered.

"Who am I?" he thought silently.

"Laran! Move, now!" the same person shouted.

That's right. He remembered. His name was Laran. He also noticed that he was wielding a two handed blade. It was sleek and powerful, with just the right weight, a balance of speed and power. The hilt was jet-black sporting a design of a skull, and the blade was emerald green. It was sharpened to near perfection, and felt cold to the touch.

Then, something slammed into his stomach, blowing him off his feet. His head slammed full-force onto the floor. The pain was immense. He cringed, as his vision blurred at the edges. Blissful darkness came…

The sky was clear, with the warm sunlight shining brightly. Laran stirred, opening his eyes. He struggled to his feet. Other than his name, he didn't know anything else about himself. Did I have amnesia? Suddenly, his mind convulsed with pain. Dropping to the floor, he just lay there, paralyzed by the immense pain.

Just then, something blocked the sunlight. Laran managed to look up. It was an old man. He was nearly bald, with a few miserable white hairs stubbornly hanging onto his scalp.

"Get up!" he grunted grumpily, before pulling Laran to his feet. Laran stumbled about clumsily, before gaining his balance. Where was he?

"I found you lying on the roadside like a fool. Don't you know that sleeping on roadsides makes you an easy target for rogues?" he sneered at Laran.

Laran ignored him, instead analyzing his surroundings. He appeared to be inside a forest, and he could hear the cries of wild beasts nearby.

"Damn bowmen must be training again. Us warriors, we take'em down so fast that they don't even have time to cry! My students are especially the best, cream of the crop!" the old man said proudly.

That immediately piqued Laran's interest. That sword he had been wielding. Only warriors could wield a two-handed sword. Other classes wouldn't have been able to use it effectively.

"Take me to the warrior training ground." Laran spoke calmly.

The old man's eyes immediately shone. "You mean you want to be a warrior? Come with me then!" he exclaimed.

Laran nodded. He only remembered that he used to be a warrior, and that he and someone were fighting a monster. A monster so hideous that its image had burned deeply into his mind...

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Well, thats the end to chapter 1.

To quote my friend Trojan Pony (who wrote the Born To Burn story), I want like...2 reviews? Just say something short like, "Nice opening" or something. I'm not picky.

I already have chapter 2/ 3 ready, so i'l post it soon when i see the reviews.

Thanks a lot! See you soon.

CCW