The Book of Lore: A heroes path
Chapter 1 - What the hell is going on!
Lissia was seventeen years of age and was relatively normal for a girl of her age. She spent each weekday struggling to force herself awake and into her school uniform - wasting much her preparation time simply sitting on her bed, blankly staring at her alarm clock and thinking of how tired she was. She spent her school days hanging out with her friends and daydreaming when she didn't have anything to study. Weekends were spent sleeping in and on the Internet.
She lived with her parents - Daniel and Fern - as well as her six year old brother, Mason. Like both her parents, Lissia had black hair with a soft wave that she kept shoulder length and unlike her parents she had cloud grey eyes that almost seemed to change with her mood - the only truly remarkable thing about her. Her life was normal and while it had not been untouched by sadness, she was happy with it and had no wish for it to change all that much.
It is unfortunate (or perhaps fortunate for us as otherwise there would be no story) that fate tends not to listen to opinions.
Lissia,s POV
I had finally returned home from another long day of school and I knew I had the house to myself as today was Wednesday, meaning Dad would be working up at the local radio station for his weekly show - he used to let me and sometimes some friends help out every so often when I was little making him popular with the oldies and young parents who thought it cute - and mom would be over at the ball pool with Mason, who loved it just as much as I had once upon a time. This meant I could do anything I felt like doing but I wasn't all that sure what to do, I had finished Dragonfable completely only four days ago so I couldn't really play that unless I wanted to restart and I didn't want to watch TV.
After a few moments I sighed and was preparing to venture to the TV and see if there was anything good on (How I met your Mother, Adventure Time or maybe some DBZ) when a flash of inspiration hit me like a bolt of lightning. One of my online friends from the DF forums had told me Artix Entertainment had releases a new title by the name of Adventure Quest Worlds - a multiplayer meaning that later I could get my school friends to play it with me though I decided to play solo for now so I could get to grips with the controls.
So I ran along the bottom floor of my house until I got the stairs and then spreading up those, then along 'till I got to my small room. It was a mess plain and simple, but I knew where everything was and tended to claim it was my own filesystem to get out of tidying it, which was strange considering I enjoyed having some level of neatness. I continued past the mess and to the window seat sitting down on it as I picked the laptop up from beside me, then setting it on my lap. It took only a few clicks to find the website. I began character creation.
I thought I would create an avatars like in Dragonfable, but it seemed I was wrong. As far as I could see the only thing I could see on screen was a blank platform, the name box and the four class choices. Mage, Warrior, Rouge and Healer. I immediately left the healer class be as I tended to play battle style rather than support. I eventually chose warrior after discovering you could gain other classes later and deciding it a good starting point. Then I moved to the name box (as the platform was still empty) just entered my real name as I could see no warning against it.
I clicked complete, happy that a new adventure awaited in this digital world.
Every thing went black.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~An unknown time later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I groaned, my head hurt like hell, my body felt like rock and I couldn't open my eyes. God what had hit me! The area was soft below my body so I knew I was not on my floor. Mum or Dad must have found me and put me to bed. I felt a male hand rest on my forehead. So dad was in with me. I just about to speak - to ask what was wrong with me - when the door slammed open and a youngish male voice yelled "HEY WALRIC!" making the man beside me jump - now known not to be dad - and me discover I could not in fact move.
"Artix, I thought I had told you not to do that!" the man by my bedside stated as he moved his hand from my head and - I could only guess - turn to the second man.
When the new man spoke he sounded sheepish "Sorry Walric, I was just excited to see if the girl had woken up yet".
'I must be in a hospital then' I thought as my mind started to slow down 'I wonder if I have concussion' and I fell asleep to the voices of the (now) fwo concerned voices discussing my condition.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Some more time later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No-one's POV
An indefinable amount of time later Lissia awoke in a room that was most defiantly not a hospital or her room and she began to mentally panic only letting out a tiny whimper for fear of alerting the two men that she vaguely remembered from the last time she was awake. The room was pleasant, made completely out of wood, the bed she had been on was comfortable and it did not seem the windows or doors were locked - why if she was her prisoner - but she did not allow herself to lower her guard. The news and general TV had warned her, like any teenager about situations like this.
She quietly moved around the room looking to see if there was anything to use as a weapon. Then she reached the mirror - small, simple and pleasant like the room - hanging on the wall and she screamed.
She had already noted mentally that she was still wearing her white school shirt in her normal after school messy fashion and still had her faded black skinny jeans so had not thought much more about her appearance. She should have noticed she had shrunk she thought panicked 'I was short but not this short' (later she would find that her panic had made her think she had lost a lot more than she had actually lost) her eyes that had once been quite small had somehow grown larger making her emotions and eye colour much clearer. Her hair had taken a slight spiked quality almost like right out of an anime.
She could hear footsteps hurrying up stairs outside the door as she snapped out of her moment of panic and was about to hurry to block the door - cursing as she moved for giving herself away due to her appearance like a fangirl - when the window smashed due to somebody jumping through it. A second later she discovered that it was not in fact a somebody but in fact just a body, an animated corpse had just started moving towards her with a sword raised - Lissia despondently that there was screaming coming from outside as she stared.
Then the door decided to join the explosion party as another body - an actual living one this time - wearing armour shot through it and pushed the corpse along with himself out the already broken window. Lissia felt herself being pulled backwards and a few seconds she found herself sitting at a table looking deeply into the spiced milk she had been given which had calmed her very quickly and listening to the new silence from outside.
"Do you feel better now Miss" said the calm voice from earlier in a soothing tone. She stayed silent for a moment then spoke.
"No...No I'm not." She paused then began again getting loude as she spoke "I want to know what the hell is going on! What the hell happened earlier with the zombie and the window and the guy!" She finished now glaring at her half drunk cup.
"It was one of Sepulchure's scouting parties, used for gaining fear and sowing panic as due to how small and weak the parties are they are not to dangerous, but surely you must know this as you must know of the war?" He answered in his calm voice the end of the question showing only a tiny amount of curiosity.
I dismissed what sounded almost like a growl from inside my head that sounded when the strange yet familiar name was spoken as imaginary. I didn't know anything about any of what he was talking about.
"Please." I started to beg "Just tell me..." my voice trailed of as I finally looked up at the man before me...and recognised him. The white haired man was none other than Walric a character from a game.
