Hello there, I'm Crystal Brick. This is my first story, I plan to take good care into this and not rush it out. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: A Rude Awakening
In a large open room, darkness covers everything in sight, like filthy water griming itself on a once beautiful aquarium, the fish who left this world a long time ago. This place of rotten decay only saving grace is the small beams of sunlight, piercing the ugly black like a hot knife through butter. Some say the sun is a symbol of Rebirth and hope, the start of a brand new day, both literally and metaphorically. The previously mentioned sunlight was shining around parts of the floor, but all that was uncovered was ruined pillars, cracked floors, and tattered robes.
If there was any hope before, it was long gone by now. This shouldn't be right, the light is supposed to shine brightly and heavenly upon this new aspiration but instead there is…nothing. Was the light mistaken, perhaps this so called hope didn't exist in the first place. Maybe the sun: The righteous star that radiates with comforting warmth to help those in need, is just big ball of plasma. The hope is dead. What was once thriving in glee, is now just dead and gone. Just like the fish.
Or is it?
In the middle of the large room, where a large spotlight of pure sun was beaming down, a brown gloved hand was lying flat down on the cold brick. The arm began to move, stretching before a man rolled out of the darkness into the spotlight, still sleeping on his back soundly. The sunlight. Harbinger of day, was beginning to wake the sleeping beauty.
With the fluttering of eyelids, the man was assaulted by hazy daylight. Like anyone else who just woken up, he shielded his eyes from the overwhelming white. He looked away from above and took a few seconds to let his pupils adjust to the dead black. After the man's eyeballs were well tuned to his surroundings, he realized that he wasn't in his small resort hotel room; nice furnishing and a window with a nice view of the beach but instead, an enormous stone throne room which appeared to be broken down by age and corrosion.
Naturally, he became anxious about his surroundings. How did he get here? Why was he here? What was 'here'? The man got up to onto his feet as fast as his tired body would allow. He was looking frantically for an exit. If he can get out of this ruin of abandoned royalty, he can get help and try to find a way home…
Wait, what was home? Where did he live? Is his home still standing? Why is he even thinking about where he lived? He has countless memories of ping pong, walking on the beach, and elegant room service. Why can't he remember is own home? Is there anything else he had forgotten? Let's see, Hobbies? Nothing. Friends and Family? Empty. Name?... you got to be kidding me, he's forgotten his own name?! That's impossible.
A person's name is the most sacred part of their identity. He has heard that even amnesiacs remember their own name, how is this happening? The man realizing his situation, slowly backed up. He only took a few steps backwards until his foot hit something metallic.
The man's head turned swiftly, expecting danger, only to find a sword with a shiny steel blade attached to a curved golden hilt. This sword, is the only thing in this place that is still in its prime, still full of life. Our 'hope' for some reason felt a connection with the sword despite being the first time he ever laid eyes on it. Feeling tempted, the man picked up the sword, grabbing it firmly on its golden handle. Just by holding the sword in his gloved hand, he felt revitalized and calm. If he lost the sword, he be lost.
Whiles admiring the sword, the man noticed a small puddle of water, right on the edge the solar spotlight. This sword was near the puddle, perhaps there is an object of importance underneath the body of water. The sword wielder walked towards the puddle to see what he could find, but all he saw was a reflection. His reflection
On the image displayed on still water, he could see: blond hair with a tinge of dirty brown, gloves and boots the color of chocolate, a blue shirt underneath a chestnut strap-wrapped around his right shoulder and left hip, as well as blue iris to brings out the soul in his eyes, and lastly black pants sporting a belt with something yellow inscribed on it.
So this is what he looked like, well, he'd look quite handsome for a man who just woken up and has no idea of who and where he is. There was nothing wrong with him he could visibly see, and certainly nothing of importance of his apparel… Well actually.
Upon closer inspection of the belt, he could see that this 'belt' wasn't a belt at all, it's was a scabbard. A sword holster? If this was his to begin with, then it's possible that… The man sheathed the sword into the scabbard, perfect fit. This must be his sword, it explains why he felted linked to this weapon. Why is this sword so important that he remembered it over his own name?
There's also a word written on the buckle: Mii? What kind of word was that? Who in the world spells 'me' with two I's? Mii. Was that his name? Hopefully not, that's bullying material right there. The name of the sword perhaps? No that sounds stupid. A name of a group? Maybe the man is part of organization of sorts, an army. That's one of the possibilities why he has a sword in the first place, why he felt attached to it.
If he's part of an army, where are his fellow soldiers? Have they forgotten about him? Or maybe they're still around? "Hello!" the man cried "Is any one there? I need help!" No one responded but the silence of the dark. "If you're hiding, please reveal yourself! I'm promise I won't hurt you!"
The man heard two quiet thuds near his left foot. Looking down he saw two small bits of stone on the ground, accompanied by a cloud of white dust that floated down slowly onto the bricked floor. Our hero curious, he looked up to make an unsettling discovery.
Holes of concentrated sun, parasitic cracks, and sickly moss coated the celling like a mural. Despite being made of granite (the hardest stone known to man) it looks like it's falling apart at the seams. Could possibly collapse at any moment.
Best not to stay here for long.
Now focused in finding an exit more than ever, the man was busy searching the entire room, hoping to find anything that will grant him the freedom to leave this faded place of history. However, the room, being smother with ugly black, made it almost impossible to conduct a proper searching. The only thing he can see clearly, is a thin vertical line of blinding light, just on the wall across of him.
He walked slowly towards the door, hoping not to awaken the potential doom from above. When the man reached the wall, he saw there was two conjoining doors, made of gold. Funny that the only thing redeeming of this place is the exit. He pushed all his might onto the golden doors to open them. It's not budging. Try hitting it? It's worth a shot. He took a step back, putting all of his strength into his shoulders and ramming the golden exit. He manage the open up a little bit, more sunlight flooding in the room than before.
Okay, this is fine, just ram into it a couple of more times and it'll open up. This is going to be easy as-
*SLAM*
He look backed and saw a giant slab of rock, crashed into the floor like a meteor. Looking up, the man saw that celling is losing strength, the cracks spreading, causing more chunks of granite to rain from above.
Need to act quickly.
He frantically hits the doors with his shoulders, Sweat dripping down his face from panic, praying he opens them in time.
Half of the room was covered in debris, and more is coming down.
Again! He hits the doors a second time and doors are almost wide open. One More push and he's free.
The rocks of death are getting close.
One More time! He walks back a couple of steps before ramming into the doors like an angry bull, prime on his target. The man's strength combined with pure determination busted them wide open. Like the doorway, his destiny has opened. He will encounter many hardships and trials, but if he is willing to give effort and have strong determination, there is not a thing in the world he cannot achieve.
His adventure awaits.
Author's note:
This is the first chapter, I hoped you liked it. I'm in college, so I'm going to update at random. If you have any questions write it in the reviews or PM me. Till next time.
