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Just so you know, this is not a declaration that I am coming back to Fanfiction. I might never update my in progress stories again, however just because I stopped posting doesn't mean that I stopped writing. I have hundreds of incomplete stories that I am going to start posting, from a lot of different fandoms. They will probably only be a chapter or two each, none complete. I figured that I shouldn't let even an incomplete story sit and rot without anyone but me to enjoy it. So, in the next few weeks I will be randomly creating and posting the stories that I have written. If you have requests from by list of story ideas on my profile please let me know. I will post the chapter I have written for it, if there is one. Any story I post from here on out will be incomplete, and anyone can take the idea and adopt it so long as they write their own beginning instead of just taking the one that I post, unless they get specific permission from me and are able to show that they already have at least two extra chapters written before they are allowed to adopt.

Again: I AM NOT RETURNING TO FANFICTION.

Hope you enjoy! It's better then letting them just sit on my dying computer.

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Prologue

Shipwrecked

Death stared at them in the form of a towering wall of waves.

Wind howled, waves crashed over their decks, and rain drowned out the panicked shouts of sailors who were frantically attempting to keep the ship from going under. Ropes tied to the mast kept each man from drifting too far into the sea should they be swept overboard, anchoring them to the ship as a last resort.

Why in the world did I let myself be dragged into this mess? Derek, a mid level Adventurer, groaned mentally as he clung to the doorway that led below deck. Really, the best place for him right now was to stay right there instead of getting in everyone else's way. He was no sailor. In fact, he only came onboard because he had orders from the Akiabara council to check out the rumors of a sea monster that was attacking fishing vessels farther off of the coast.

Monster my foot, he snarled mentally, The only monster I've seen so far is this storm.

"All hands on deck!" the captain shouted, a wave of water drowning out anything else he might have said as it crashed over him. Thankfully his tight grip on the wheel kept him from being swept away.

"Is there no end to this storm?" Derek muttered, glancing up at the pitch black clouds boiling above them from beneath his shelter. His stomach rolled slightly, reminding him that while he wasn't naturally seasick, the pitching and rolling of the waves was threatening to make him hurl. "It's been almost six hours now. Just how long can a storm like this last?"

"Don't count on it stopping any time soon," a gruff voice growled as an old, grizzly sailor pushed his way up from below, two large coils of rope hiked up each arm, "a storm like'n this one is nasty. Some ships don't make it out of 'em for days. Some don't come back at all."

The sailor didn't stop to see Derek's reaction as he shuffled past, tying one rope to a nearby rail as he did so and the other end around his waist. A few seconds later he'd handed out the rest of the rope to the last of the untied working sailors as they quickly secured themselves. Off to the side Derek could see some people climbing back up from where they'd been swept overboard, the only thing between death by drowning and safety the thin rope tied around them.

Derek swallowed thickly and huddled further under his rainproof overcoat, which was turning out to not be so rainproof. He could vaguely hear the captain shouting over the storm, and the crew responding, but he didn't listen.

Death, while not a permanent consequence for him in this world, still had its downsides. Derek would rather not face death again if he could help it. Well, in this case he really couldn't help it.

The boat suddenly jerked and the planks under his feet shuddered suddenly, a low, grinding shiver. Derek felt his breath catch. The crew themselves seemed to freeze. If it weren't for the storm still raging around them he would have said that it looked like time itself had stopped. For several moments nobody moved . . . and then with a rumbling crack the ship slipped sideways, listing to the left and bringing its mast dangerously close to the water.

"What in the . . ." Derek heard the captain shout, "Someone tell me what we just hit!"

Derek's knuckles whitened further from their grip on the doorframe. He stumbled when the ship shuddered again. This time it felt like the other side had run into something, but in the darkness it was impossible to tell.

"Captain! It appears to be a reef!" a young sailor with blond hair shouted, pointing at the water with wide eyes, "I see dark rocks just under the surface!"

The captain cursed and turned his eyes forward. Derek followed his example and felt his breath hitch. Now that he was watching he could see that the white spray being thrown into the air wasn't just from waves crashing down on water . . . but also against pillars of rock that ominously jutted out of the cool blue ocean.

"We're dead." Derek shook his head, "There is no way that we will make it through. The bottom of the ship is probably punctured, and there is no land out here. I checked the maps. If we sink now . . ."

The captain, however, wasn't about to give up just yet. With a deep grown he shouted at the crew to get a spotter up front to help guide him. The boy who'd first seen the rocks was quick to obey, running up to the front and gripping the figurehead. His small voice almost didn't carry over the wind, but the captain managed.

Lightning flashed in the far distance, briefly illuminating their path forward.

With a groan the ship began to turn. Derek could almost hear the old boat screaming in pain as it twisted more than it should, but he didn't have time to consider it. His eyes were focused forward, beyond the waves, the rocks, or the ship, gazing at the dark, looming shadow not too far from them.

"Is that," he whispered, staring upwards "A tree?"

If it was a tree, then it was bigger than any tree he'd ever seen in his life.

The ship shuddered and jerked, making one last run . . . and then ground to a halt. Another flash of lightning revealed a stretch of beach directly in front of them just a few meters away, although the boat was too large to go farther into the shadows. Derek had researched the maps and studied the charts before leaving on this quest. He may not be a sailor, but he knew where they would find land approximately. Currently, they were supposed to be in the middle of no where.

Derek swallowed thickly as the crew began to prepare to disembark with as many supplies as possible into the landing boats.

There is no island here, on any physical map.

So why . . .

"Where in the world did that storm take us?"

Two Months Previous . . .

Kirito groaned as he slowly came back to consciousness. His eyelids flicked slightly and then opened, staring up at the bright green canopy with a frown. His heartbeat drummed insistently against his skull, making him wince. His arm seemed almost too heavy as he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose in a hope to reduce the pain.

"What . . . what happened?" he muttered, grimacing. Slowly he pushed himself into a sitting position. "I remember coming home from school and logging into Alfheim but then . . ."

Then . . .

He'd planned to meet up with Asuna before going on a quest with her. They were going to meet up in a tavern just a little ways from the World Tree. He remembered flying over the forest and then a warning sign popping up. Something about a system malfunction and that everyone was going to be logged out immediately.

Only one problem, Kirito noted as he glanced down at his black clad form, concealed and unconcealed weapons shifting slightly as he twisted to get a good look at his surroundings.

He hadn't been logged out, but this felt too real to be the virtual world.

"Kirito!" a female voice shouted distantly and Kirito's eyes snapped upward with relief as he shouted back and jumped to his feet.

"Asuna? Are you ok?! Do you know what happen . . ." his last word trailed off, incomplete, as he saw her, his eyes wide. "Asuna?"

She landed gently on the ground, golden wings fluttering nervously behind her but not disappearing. Her strawberry blond hair rustled gently in the wind, so different than the blue that he'd slowly become used to. Yui popped out of one of the female fairies pockets but stayed silent, watching both of them.

"Kirito," Asuna met his gaze grimly, "we have a problem."

That's it. That's everything that I have.

Basically its a crossover with Log Horizon where all of Alfheim gets dragged into the world of Elder Tales, placed somewhere in the sea. An adventurer shipwrecks there with a few People of the Land and encounter some of the local people, all of whome hide their faces and talk with a strange accent. In exchange for shelter and food, the adventurer and his crew agree to bring a select party back with them to the mainland. Kirito and a few others are selected to go. During this time the term 'Alv' is mentioned, which the fairies assume means 'Alf'. One objective of this party is to find a so called 'half-alv' and see if there are any similarities, which means traveling to Akihabara. There Kirito meets Shiro.

Anything beyond that point is unplanned.

Hope you had fun reading. If you want to adopt this story, please PM me.