Nazarick Throne Room
The doors creaked open, and a skeleton walked in, black robes flowing elegantly behind him, a golden staff held carefully in hands devoid of flesh. Awaiting him was the overseer of the guardians, Albedo.
The skeleton, Momonga, sat heavily on his throne with a dejected sigh. Today was the last day of Yggdrasil and everyone had decided to leave for something more important. Hell, even his precious otouto had chosen to hang out in his own fortress with NPCs of his own creation rather than the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
Ah his otouto, his little brother in all but blood. As he leaned back against the extravagant throne and closed his eyes, (In the real world) he thought back to the good old days.
Flashback
Suzuki Satoru, a normal guy living a normal life going about his normal day. Until he stumbled upon something not so normal. He was walking home from work, eyelids drooping down as he stifled a yawn with his hand, when he heard it. The sound of muffled crying in a nearby alleyway. He froze immediately, before bolting towards the sound.
There, he saw a kid, about five or six, curled up on the hard ground, hugging a dragon plush at his side. He reached slowly towards the kid so as not to startle him, "Hey," he said softly. The boy looked up with wide orange eyes that took in everything around him. "What's your name?" Satoru asked the trembling boy in front of him.
Little did he know, the minute he looked into the boy's orange eyes, shining with sorrow, his world would be changed forever.
Time Skip
A year had passed since Suzuki Satoru had officially adopted the kid into his family, and now the DMMORPG Yggdrasil had been released to the public. After much begging from the hyper seven year old, he had finally given in, purchasing two copies, along with the devices needed to play it.
Now, it was finally time to begin playing but the kid was no where to be found. Satoru, or now Momonga in game, was pacing impatiently, but there was also a touch of concern in his demeanor. His otouto did have a penchant for getting into trouble after all.
A flash of light indicated the entrance of a new player and he immediately snapped his head towards it. As the light faded, he could see the emerging figure. A blood-red dragon with molten gold eyes, wings tucked neatly behind him, and the gamer tag above his name reading, [Kolron-lvl. 1-Heteromorphic]
Time Skip
Seven years had passed and his hyper brother had calmed down mostly, but at times was still quite excitable. Like, for example, now. His fourteen-year-old brother was beaming at him, grin stretching from ear to ear, and he was bouncing on his toes. It was quite disturbing, considering he was in the form of a dragon right now. And, Holy Hell, were his wings quivering? He took a deep breath and brought his skeletal hand to hide his vision, he would never be able to unsee that.
Apparently, what got him so excited, was that he discovered his own 'secret hideout', which is what he calls the Great Tomb, no matter how many times Momonga says otherwise.
Time Skip
Five years later, and the end of Yggdrasil had been announced. It was only a formality now, everyone still playing knew it. Most had already quit, and those who hadn't weren't spending much time there and wouldn't waste their precious sleep to be on when the server shutdown at 12 am. It was a dark day for the two brothers who's special memories were all stored in this game, and it was with no hesitation that they agreed to stay on 'till the last moment.
"Aniki, I need to say goodbye to my own creations, my own home," the great dragon stated solemnly, an apologetic tint to his voice.
"Otouto... I understand," the skeleton sighed and watched as his brother took one more glance at the place that held so many precious times, before he turned and opened a gate, travelling to his own fortress.
Present Time
'So many,' Satoru thought to himself grimly in the empty room, the hollow room, devoid of life, 'So many memories, gone, just like that.'
His eyes were closed, seeing nothing, and they stayed that way as he heard the system count down in his head.
'Warning, 10 seconds till shutdown, please log off now'
'9'
'8'
'7'
'6'
'5'
'4'
'3 seconds till shutdown, prepare for forced ejection'
'2'
'1'
'0'
Then the voice disappeared. His eyes opened, to see the throne room of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
'Huh?' he blinked.
