Disclaimer: I don't own Dungeons and Dragons. I just like it. A lot. And yeah, maybe the DungeonMaster too. Stop laughing. NOW!

1—The DungeonMaster

It started when her father brought the old Dungeons and Dragons cartoon DVDs home from the library. As soon as they had watched the first episode, Anita was hooked. From then on, she stored all of the characters into the matrix she had, bringing them out to talk with them from one time to another.

Almost immediately, her favorite was the DungeonMaster, who she quickly developed a fondness for. When she first met him, she had smiled instantly. She found herself drawn to his eyes. His voice, too, was beautiful.

He, though, wouldn't have cared for her, she knew. And then there was the age gap…she was only eleven.

Soon she was watching the episodes on her own, and it was on episode fifteen—or episode two of season two—'The Treasure of Tardos,' that she realized how deeply she felt for him. She kept pausing, rewinding, and playing again the scene where first Demodragon was destroyed, and then DungeonMaster's show of compassion…

And his eyes. They pulled her in until she almost had her face pressed against the screen, and she realized that in her Nafaric form, she was eleven hundred years old. And lately she and DungeonMaster had been getting along a little…too well.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

Anita started. She hadn't realized he had been there. Looking around quickly, making sure she was alone so that no one else would be bothered by her talking to herself, she replied, "Well…nothing, really."

"That is a lie, my friend," he rebuked her.

"True. I was thinking about…you," Anita said with a sigh. DungeonMaster cocked his head slightly, stepping just a bit closer.

"And what were you thinking about me?" he asked quietly.

Anita licked her lips nervously. Her heart was racing. How to tell him? And then the words were coming out, unstoppable, on a mission. They would be said. "I love you!"

DungeonMaster smiled at the rushed words. "That's oddly convenient, my dear," he told her. Another step closer. Anita's mind replayed again and again. Her breath caught when she found herself kneeling in front of him. She wasn't aware of moving, but suddenly a hand was on her face.

She closed her eyes, ready for whatever would come. A derisive laugh? A sarcastic comment? But, no, she was aware of breath on her face, and then she was being kissed. The shock of it very nearly made her eyes open, but she got over it quickly. She reflected, as her hand tangled in his long hair, that they had been in a relationship of sorts. Nothing had happened because…well, he was so far down, and she so far up.

"But this really is nice," Anita thought. Lucky for them, both breathed through their nose. A sound from the bedroom broke them apart. Anita sprang back up onto her chair, playing the video, as her father came out sleepily. Her cheeks burnt.

And that night, more kisses followed. And that was is. Anita enjoyed the…purity of it.

It wasn't long before the next person came along. Now that they had started…

A/N: Each chapter will have a different personality, and the first eight-yes, eight-will each be centered around a different romance.

I hope you like this, I hope you don't hate this, I hope readers don't know who I am or who Anita is, I...blah blah blah blah

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