Travelers From Another World
~Chapter 1~
The girl cleared her throat to speak. "Yes, I would like to join the Grand Chase." She said politely.
At the other side of a small desk on the side of a road, an orange-haired woman sat politely pulling out a large manila folder. "Alright then," She spoke in a crisp, smooth voice. "All you need to do is fill out these forms. I can't guarantee how high your rank will be- in fact, you'll probably have to work your way up to higher ranks- but you have determination. That's very important in a group such as this." The clerk held out the folder for the girl.
"Thank you very much, ma'am." The girl said curtly, grabbing the folder. As she walked away, a faint smile teased her lips. She ducked into the first alley she came to, and found a safe spot where the road wasn't visible.
~The Girl's POV~
I carefully opened the folder and pulled out the only piece of paper in there; strange that the application for the world-renowned Grand Chase was so small. I observed the form to see what I had to fill out.
Name:
Age:
Address:
Weaponry Skills:
Why are you joining?*:
Likes*:
Dislikes*:
Species:
Note: All categories marked with an asterisk (*) are optional, and do not have to be filled out.
I sighed after observing the application paper. My hand was surely going to ache after this. I found my pen and began my work.
Name: Kumura
Age: 12
I sighed, thinking of what to do for the next category. It wasn't an optional one, and I couldn't put my address down. People would get… suspicious, for lack of a better word. Finally I thought of what to do.
Address: Not Available
I sighed at the crudeness of the answer, and then continued down.
Weaponry Skills: I am capable of using almost any weapon, as long as I am briefly introduced to it.
Why are you joining?*: I am joining because there is too much evil in this world. The balance is tipping in the wrong direction, and what forces like the Grand Chase need most now are those who are determined to correct that balance. That is why I am joining.
I looked at the next two categories. "Likes" and "Dislikes;" in other words, things I don't have to fill out because they are pointless and just get in the way. I left them blank.
Species: Human
I wrung my wrist with my other hand to help ease the soreness out of it. Writing is definitely not my forte. I shifted the form carefully into the envelope, and peered out of the alley. From what I could tell, the morning traffic was still very thin. A few people walked around, but none of which paid any mind to me. I found the station where I got the forms, and walked back to it, clutching the folder as if it was a warm blanket in the midst of cold, freezing winds. She saw me returning.
"Ah, welcome back!" The clerk said cheerily. I held the forms out to her. "You have to mail those technically."
"Would it be alright if I just gave them to you?" I said weakly. "I don't have a way to mail anything currently." It wasn't completely incorrect.
"That's quite fine…"
"Thank you very much!"
"… I'll just stick your address onto here and send it-"
"Agh, you can't do-" I quickly shut my mouth. Talking was definitely not my forte either. Then I realized I didn't even have my address on the forms. The clerk looked at me with a questionable tone. I began to back away, knowing that she might end up questioning me. I certainly didn't want that. I dashed off quickly. Being a runaway was certainly better than being dragged back to the hellhole I'd called home for so long. In fact, I wouldn't put it past Mother to punish me for my actions, then still expect me to harvest correctly. This propelled my dashes even more. Suddenly—
*CRASH* I smacked into a cerulean haired woman. Closer inspection revealed that she had glasses. She must have been rich. She also had a large book. She was definitely rich. Nonetheless, I had knocked her down. I stood up quickly and helped the woman up.
"Are you alright?" I asked her. "I'm sorry for bumping into you."
"What's wrong?" The rich lady must have been some sort of mind reader.
I stayed silent.
"Please tell me." She ordered curtly. "After all, helping is initially my job's primary objective."
I forced a chuckle back. This rich, mind-reading woman must have also been mad. She was acting as if she was actually a part of the Grand Chase- no- one of the Elite 11 with the way she acted.
"I am part of the Grand Chase, after all." Right. Mind reading rich-lady.
I arched my eyebrows questionably. "Really?"
"I can prove it to you." The woman smirked. It was then I noticed her multicolored eyes. Hetero-chromia, I believe it was? "Follow me." I did as the woman demanded. I recognized where we were heading: the area where I had ditched the clerk. My stomach churned in grief. Finally, we stood in front of the desk, a big difference from the scenery our town usually had. Smoothed stone was used as a road; Bricks were used for most buildings; it was really a drab place. And I would never get out.
"Good morning, Knight Master." The woman said to the clerk at the desk.
"Oh, Good morning Mari." My morale took a nose dive. If the rumors were true, I had been mean to the last survivor of an ancient race, as well as one of the Grand Chase elites. "It's a pleasant surprise to have you visit today." The clerk looked at me. "Ah, I see you brought our newest applicant back."
"So you are thinking of joining the Grand Chase?" I could have sworn I heard Mari chuckle. "May I see her application?" The clerk nodded and fished up a manila folder. Mari opened it and extracted the single piece of paper inside. She scanned it over with her eyes. "Aren't you a bit young to be joining a guild?" I tensed and felt my heart speed up. To be rejected for age is one thing. To be rejected by both that and by one of the elites… well, that's just a plain embarrassment. Mari continued to scan the paper and ignored my tenseness. "Well, you have determination, I'll give you that." Mari began to ponder. "Well, you may consider yourself accepted. Welcome to the Grand Chase." I could barely contain my excitement.
"Ma'am, grab that young girl, quickly!" A sharp tuned voice said quickly. It was the one I recognized as my mother's. In other words, I should've run first thing. It took until I felt Mari's hand creep towards my shoulder until I bolted off into the crowds now gathered in the town. I crouched and crawled my way around numerous people until I got out of the main crowd and found myself at the local store. I pulled out the small scraps of GP I had and put it on the counter quickly.
"How much non-perishable food items can this buy?" I asked the store attendee. The man picked out a bag and put some smaller bags filled with dried red meat in them into the bag. As soon as he set it down, I snatched it. "Keep whatever change there is!" I dashed off towards the one place no one would ever think to look for me: Northbound, towards the land locked in immortal warfare.
A/N
Ok, yes. Our young heroine is named after my pen name. Or actually, my pen name came from her name. I stoles it from her 8D
Anyway, WHAT IS THIS MADNESS? POSTING CHAPTER 1 INSTANTLY AFTER THE PROLOGUE? Again, very short chapter. I'M SORRY!
