Prologue 1
"Hey come on now, wake up already would you. It's not like we hit you that hard." An ungodly chipper woman's voice whined causing me to open my eyes, albeit a little reluctantly due to how painful it was to do so. What I saw was rather odd to put it kindly. I was in what appeared to be a stereotypical all eggshell white hospital room, save for there not being any sort of medical equipment of any kind to speak of in the room at all.
"Good. Now I'll get a staff member to help you with some of the discharge papers." The woman said.
"Discharge papers? Okay so maybe I am in a hospital. But why would that be? I don't remember anything bad happening to me." I thought aloud.
"Welcome child. Are you ready to begin?" A different woman's soothing motherly voice called to me from outside the room.
"Begin with what?" I asked stupidly.
"Why your discharge tests, of course." The woman replied patiently.
"Oh okay sure, let's get started." I said hoping to get out of this room sometime today.
…
Did she leave or something?
"Section one: Which of these character traits can be attributed to you? Please select all that apply by speaking clearly with either a yes or no type response." An automated sounding voice said.
"Creative, Yes or No?"
"Yes." I spoke loudly.
"Cunning?"
"Yes."
"Loyal?"
"Yes." I repeated
"Wisdom?"
"Yes."
"Diverse?"
"Yes."
"Beautiful?"
"I clean up nicely if that counts." I retorted in half seriousness.
"Kind?"
"Yes."
"Strength?"
"With others you bet I am!" I exclaimed.
"Section one is now complete."
"Section two: What traits would you like to have attributed to you in the future? Select all that apply." The automated voice sounded again.
"Humane?"
"Yes."
"Honorable?"
"Yes."
"Enlightened?"
"Sure."
"Recluse?"
"No."
"Wealthy?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Fair?"
"Yeah."
"Generous?"
"Yeah."
"Honest?"
"Hell to the yeah."
"Section two is now complete. You will need to be standing for the next section to begin, stand up when you are ready to begin section three. If however you are unable to stand say "ready to start section" and the section will start automatically." The automated voice instructed.
"Finally." I muttered as I threw off the covers and rolled out of the hospital bed, noticing that I was wearing some kind of blue jumpsuit as I did so but deciding to think nothing of it since I couldn't really recall what I had been wearing before I woke up here.
"Section three: Miscellaneous/other. For this section you must complete the prompt or prompts you are given. Your prompt is to use the hand scan terminal to unlock the door."
"Well that seems simple enough." I said quietly after finding the terminal I was looking for almost immediately.
"Well here's hoping I can leave after this, and that it doesn't take forever." I said as I placed my hand on the terminals scanning pad.
Scanning migrant two of seven please wait for class assignment. The terminals screen said.
"Migrant? That doesn't sound right I thought these were discharge papers." I thought aloud getting slightly worried with what was happening.
Migrant's family history is as follows:
Mother: Merchant.
Father: Noble.
Mother's family: Farmers.
"That's not right! That's not right at all!" I said panic rising in voice as I found I could no longer move my arms or legs.
Predesignating optimal starting class and weapon for migrant.
Class: Lord.
Weapon(s): Ax. Beaststone/Strike.
"Scan complete. Section three complete. Enjoy the new you, and remember you all brought this on yourselves." The automated voice spoke in a more mocking tone this time. Then there was nothing accept for the distinct taste and smell of orange soda. Then the sensation was gone as soon as it had come, leaving me utterly alone and unable to recall what had happened to make me this way. That's when I let myself slip into the unconsciousness of sleep thinking that I'd find the answers I needed when I woke up. Man if I only knew.