Chapter 1 - Return to Yggdrasil

Sivis "Scriptor" Pacem

23:42:34

Suddenly, he was in the world that he had spent countless hours in. He had lived for this place. Poured time, sweat and money into it. He had returned to it, after all these years. He had returned on the final day of the servers. As the clock came closer and closer to 23;59, so did his final seconds in the wonderful world of Yggdrasil. He had returned to this world again, one last time. Just for old times sake. With his life descended into ruin and disaster, Sivis was planning on finally starting anew. But to start anew, he would have to close off the past. And so it was that fifteen minutes before the closing of the Yggdrasil server, Sivis Pacem, better known as "Scriptor", logged in for one last time. When his character materialised in the world that he had spent so many hours in, he couldn't help but be amazed again. The last time that he had visited the world of Yggdrasil was also the last time that he had done a full dive. His mind had been completely taken by all the bad things happening in the real world, causing him to forget the beauty of his second real world. Looking around, he noticed that the place where he had appeared had changed, but not so much that he did not remember it. He was back into the heart and core of his guild; Nazarick.

As Sivis walked around, he felt a calm coming over him. These were the halls as he had designed them, these were the places that he lived in for a good period of time. Within these walls he had had real friends. He was now at the third floor, it looked like. Which meant that…

"Tell me who you are, before I kill you, intruder." A darkfemale voice sounded in the background. One of the many lines that Sivis would always recognise. After all, he was the one who had written the lines.

"Now, Shalltear, do you not recognise me? I am shocked."

"No name? Fine, I guess I'll have to kill you then." was all the reply he received. After all, he had never programmed a conversation with himself in this situation into his NPCs.

As the vampiric girl took her position, Sivis just walked on, ignoring the girl completely. He felt a hand hitting his neck, one of Shalltear`s iconic attacks. His health didn't even drop more than a few digits. With an enraged vampiric girl was still hitting his body in all possible ways, Sivis walked on. The windows were beautiful, actually allowing a player to look beyond the horizon, or so it seemed at least.

[Activate: Command Mode][Change Appearance: Show Guild Appearance | Ains Ooal Gown]. "Shalltear Bloodfallen, I command you to stop and follow me around." He spoke out loudly, the guardian of the first three floors stopping her attacks at once as the guild emblems became visible on his robes.

"As you wish, master."

23:57:39

Sivis peeked into the throneroom from one of the balconies, taking the sight below him. In front of the Pleiades, Sebas and Albedo stood Momonga, the man that had taken over leadership of the guild when Sivis had to leave for good. He felt sorry for the guy, in a way. He probably cared for this game and the group even more than he did when he was the leader. The boy had been orphaned at young age, worked every day to pay his rents and had to manage a god-tier guild in the meantime.
Knowing him, he probably stayed here till the end, logging in every day to maintain the halls and the great Tomb of Nazarick himself. Sivis debated if he should greet Momonga right now, to let him know that he was truly proud of the boy. On the other side, maybe it would be bad manners from his side to talk to him now, return now and steal his glory at the end. The second thought getting the overhand, Sivis decided to stay where he was, and wait for the world to end. His eyes went over the flags in the great hall. All their emblems, personal banners and conquered guild flags decorated the hall. One by one his eyes went over them. All of his old comrades, starting with him and ending with Momonga. He remembered them lively, their gimmicks and actions. His eyes resting on the emblem of their guild, Sivis smiled a sad smile. In the upper right corner, he saw the clock signalling the end.

23:59:57 This was it.

23:59:58 His final moments.

23:59:59 In Yggdrasil.

00:00:00 Farewell, Ains Ooal Gown

00:00:01 Wait…

00:00:02 What just happened…

"Lord Scriptor, are you alright?" Shalltear said, startling Sivis.

"Lord Scriptor? What is wrong?"

Slowly, Sivis started thinking. Shalltear was talking to him, he was still in the world of Yggdrasil, yet his console didn't appear in sight when he asked for it to appear. In the throne room below him, Momonga was facing the same problems. Albedo was talking to him, and the commands he gave her were not the ones that worked on NPC's. He decided to try the same with Shalltear Bloodfallen. "Shalltear, follow me please. I have to check on something."

"As you wish, Lord Scriptor. I will follow you to the end of the world if you command me to."

"I'm not commanding you, Shalltear. I am asking you. I might be your creator, your leader is Lord Momonga."

"Yes, my lord. Still, I will follow you to the end of the world, whether you command or ask it."

Sivis sighed, shook his head and walked to the first floor, the floor below the throne room. He had no equipment on him, other than some fancy clothes that looked good but would not be useful in any way. On the first floor, he found a door that he had opened so many times in the past. The door to his "office", if one could call it that. The room was huge, beautifully decorated and quite practical. Shalltear remained outside of his door, refusing to follow him, no matter how often he asked it, stating that it simply wouldn't do for her to enter his private rooms, that had received a sacred status in the years since his disappearance.

So, giving up on trying to convince her, he looked around his old room. It was still exactly as he remembered. All the decorations, all the chests spread across the room, all the stuff dropped everywhere.

There was one thing that Sivis really longed for though. And that thing, laid on top of his desk, together with the [Golden Feather of the Phoenix] and some self-replenishing magic oil was his most valuable possession; the [Book of Creation]. A world-level item, and the strongest weapon that a scribe could wield. It was a unique weapon, and he had claimed it together with the first five of his guild members after a huge raid. After that, it had never let him down. He was not much of a fighter -his skills never leaned that way- but through the [Book of Creation], he could shape the battlefield to his or his comrade`s wishes, shaping terrain, weather, characters and weapons with the scribbles of his feather. A smirk appeared on his face as he now actually felt the power surge through his veins.

A small voice in the back of his head wondered if he shouldn't be more alarmed about the fact that he was apparently 'really' in a fantasy world. He easily squelched that voice though. After all, he was a fantasy writer, albeit without all that much succes. The last few years in the real world had been really tough on him, and frankly he didn't care if he would be stuck in the world where he had lived almost all of his happiest moments.

To his amazement, Sivis found that all the spells and moves that he had practised in the game still came naturally to him, Willing to open his spellbook actually opened the book, and his hands could still move at unmeasurable speed when writing 'changes' or attacks.

Pleased with the re-acquisition of the [Book of Creation], he looked through his room and rummaged through some of the chests, finding back more memories with every item and piece of equipment he came across.

After a few more minutes, Sivis Scriptor came out of the room, wearing the high-tier robes that made up the armor for a Scribe. Shalltear Bloodfallen moved right behind him, which felt quite awkward in the huge hallway that they were walking in, where a whole squad of cavalry could have charged through side by side. So, Sivis waved his hand along his side and turned his head around. "Walk next to me Shalltear, and bring me up-to-date with what has happened since I left."

The vampiric girl shot him a strange look at first, but obliged after a few seconds: "After you left, not much changed. You weren't the first to leave, and while it took Momonga a while to truly adjust to his position as leader of Ains Ooal Gown, he led the guild to many victories and on a lot of successful raids. However, more of the Supreme Beings started to leave, and the ones that stayed became limited in their time. The past few months, we almost only saw Lord Momonga, as he walked along the halls. The floor guardians were worried for him, Lord Scriptor, so I am glad that you are here again, to fix that problem. Now, we're almost at the-"

She suddenly froze, causing me to stand still as well, looking around. After a few seconds, Shalltear shook her head and smiled. "I am being called. Lord Momonga is calling a gathering of the floor guardians. Will you accompany me there, Lord Scriptor?"

"Hmm, I think I will. It will probably do Momonga some good to know that at least someone else appeared in Yggdrasil with him. However, do not tell him about me yet, I'll make myself known in due time."

"Very well, Lord Scriptor."

"Good, then lead the way. Let's see what's going on here."

AN: So, an Overlord Fanfic, please tell me what you think about it.

I've loved the anime, and am currently reading the Manga. I hope that I'll be able to make something of this story, and make Scriptor an interesting OC as the story progresses. This story will probably focus on Scriptor and Shalltear, and sometimes interact with the canon-storyline. However, I think Scriptor would be more than happy to let Momonga deal with most of the problems the guild is facing. Anyway, I'll try to find time to write on this again somewhere soon, but there are exams to be made and school to be attended, so who knows what will happen...

For now, I'd love it if you could drop a review, and a Fav or Follow if you really enjoyed this story, it's what drives every writer forward. For now, that's it. Goodnight.

-Alsodef