FWG: Don't own 1/2 Prince- Within past chapters Kristy said that 1/2 Prince was a Korean novel, I only learned today that this is not the case. I am truly and deeply sorry for this mistake. I should have done better research before posting the first few chapters. In order to make this up all of my readers I'm going to go on a writing frenzy, this time without any mistakes.

I logged back to Second Life refreshed, I spent the entire day going through old ½ Prince chapters and fanfiction, trying to get requited with the series. I just had to enter a cave in the mountain, and I would reach the treasure. On my way up, I completed several side quests, lined my pockets with coppers (the currency used in game), and leveled up to level ten.

I was currently wearing a short wolf skin dress that I got while hunting. My dark green hair was tied back in high ponytail, by a black ribbon. My pouch was strapped to my back it didn't weigh anything. Knee length high heal leather boots with fur trimmed, made it harder to walk than normally. I wore matching leather gloves with beaded claws and teeth along my wrists.

When I entered the cave I was surprised to see an old man in brown cloak kneeled in front of a dark red tapestry with a spear missing it's head in his hands and a broken horn in front of him. "Um… Who are you?" I asked stepping up to him, he looked up at me with beady eyes. "I am Tikinol, master blacksmith. Who are you?"

His voice was old and wearing, but it also had a dangerous tint to it. "My name is Pandot, a young human who has not chosen a class." I gave him a short polite bow, "And what brings a girl like you up to these mountains?" His grip on the spear tightened, like he was about to attack. "I have a map. A treasure map, at least that's what I thought it was." I pulled out the map from my pack and handed it to the old man, "Is it?"

The fact that this was a game and he was just a NPC completely slipped my mind. But he could be self-aware couldn't he, that's still a possibility. And even if it isn't he still has feelings, has a mind, a soul, this person exists simply. He and every other NPC deservers to be treated like anyone else. Like Fate from Nanoha, or anything else humans have created simply for the convenience of it.

"That depends on your definition of treasure," he said after examining the map. "A treasure is something of great value and rarity. It could be a pile of gold, a meeting between two people, a weapon, or even a plain rock." I made gestures with my hands as I spoke, and soon found myself sitting across from Tikinol. The old man nodded at my explanation, "Yes, that's exactly right. The question is though, what treasure did you come looking for."

What was I looking for? Something to ease my boredom. An adventure like no other has seen before. A way to escape my family. A way to prove who I am to my family. All those are the reasons why I chose to play Second Life. To escape my reality and dive down into the deepest pit of my imagination. The freedom to do what I want without any worries.

But none of those answer why I choose to climb this mountain. My reason for climbing this mountain. The reason I'm up here is because I couldn't choose my class, and I wanted to prolong it for as long as possible. But I had no better idea which class I wanted to be now, than last night. "I can't choose my class. None of the offered classes for humans…" I trailed off searching for the right words. "None of those classes down at the village peaked your interests, eh." He said with a laugh, it gave off a strange cheerfulness.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." I felt the heat rise to my face as I admitted to that fact. "There's no need to be embarrassed about it, child. When I was your age, I too felt a discomfort with the traditional classes." He had a wistful smile, a smile about old memories resurfacing, but someone in Second Life Industries programmed those memories into him.

"I found my answer up here, in the mountains. I've met and trained with others who shared my indecision. Sharing what would help them decide their desired path." He stood up, I could feel his heavy gaze on me. I may be slow at times but I wasn't stupid. And this conversation was easy to follow he was about to…

"You're offering to make me a weapon. Why?" An event quest, one of the special offers only American players get. I was the fifth to log on, but that was over twenty-four hours ago, anyone of them could have already participated in this event. And if not this one another equally rare class event.

"You managed to make it up the mountain all by yourself, without a class. And most importantly you had the courage to after an unknown treasure, that could of cost you more than it was worth." He spoke like you're typical wise man, with a hint of grandpa. "Ah, Tikinol. Sir, I wondering has anyone besides me come up here with a map like mine recently."

He turned away from me, towards the tapestry. "Hmm, yes. I've had three other visitors besides you, this past week alone. What makes you ask?" He turned to catch a glance a look my way. "Well it's just something," I stood up as well, "I got the map in town, and I thought that maybe someone else…" My voice trailed off as I got a better view of the tapestry. I couldn't tell him that this was just an event planned out for 'special' players in a video game, that I was one of them and he was just a NPC.

I didn't notice from the entrance to the cave, but when standing right in front of it was impossible not to notice how breath taking it was. What I first thought was a simple dark red tapestry, was really a red tapestry that had a bright tree stitched into it. It was nearly impossible to see it's shape, that's how close the shades of red were together. But ounce you saw it, it wasn't soon forgotten. "I use this symbol in all of my works, a signature to show the world that I'm the one who made great pieces carried by legneds."

He moved the red fabric to the side to reveal a candle lit passage, "This way." I followed his lead as he entered the dimly lit corridor. "Do I need to gather the materials, or do you have enough here?" I asked him. Tikinol didn't even bother to turn around to me as he answered, "I suppose so. But if I really need anything else I'll just use the provisions you've gotten on the mountain." True when I left the village my sack only had a few items in it, now it was overflowing. But not many of them can be used to make a weapon, at least not a conventional one. Then again there's nothing really conventional about Second Life.

"If everything goes as planned by tomorrow you'll be heading down mountain with a weapon specifically designed for you." He said with a sly smile on his face. "And if it doesn't?" That was the first thing that came to mind, if something went wrong what was to be expected. "Then you'll going to be stuck up here for much longer than that, I'm afraid."

FWG: Thank you for bearing with me and please review.