She was quite famished from her journey. Then there... she saw it... an apple lying on the ground. She reached for the fruit... and was then distracted by a soft 'boing' sound, and before she knew it, the apple was gone. At her feet instead, sat a small, round, green creature known as poporing. How dare that creature eat her food! Seen unsheathed her blades. Another kill... just another number... what difference would it make? The poporing smiled at her dumbly. She raised her arm to strike, when the monster saw what was happening and began to cry. Seen lowered her blades. Oh, this made it hard. Even for digital data, meaningless clumps of pixels, Seen still felt pity for it. What kind of assassin was she? She kicked at the poporing. 'Get out of here!', she growled,'and don't tell anyone about this!' Just one slip-up. So, she missed a few exp. She didn't care.
Seen continued on her journey, and it wasn't long before she heard that sound again. She turned around to see that small creature once more. 'I told you to leave!', she cried,'what don't you understand about that?' The monster stay put. Seen gave up. She could find a poporing-free place to play in. She warped to the town of Prontera. Once in town, she kept to the alleyways, in order to avoid the crowd, which mostly consisted of merchants attempting to sell their cheap items for a bit of zeny. Pathetic. Who chose merchant as a job anyway? She had plenty of zeny. Everyone knew you could make much more killing lots of monsters...
While musing about merchants and zeny, she heard that sound once more. Now, she thought, I must be truly insane. This time, she would have no mercy. With a flash, her blade struck the poporing, only for it to bounce off. What was this? 'What do you think you are doing?', came a voice. Seen looked up to see an alcolyte. 'I think that I am killing this', replied Seen,'not that it's any of your business'. The alcolyte laughed. 'That won't do any good, seeing as it is your pet. What are you, a newbie or something?' Seen was glad to be wearing a mask, in the case that she was blushing. 'Of course not', she said,'I have been playing for over a year'. Which was true. She had only failed to read the rules and guides. Instead, she chose to learn along the way. 'I see', replied the alcolyte,'well, if you didn't know, if you are kind to a monster, it just might become your pet. And I believe that is what has happened here'. 'In that case', replied Seen,'you take it'. Seen did not need this. 'No', replied the alcolyte,'it has chosen you'. This was just great... now what was Seen to do? This monster would only slow her down on her journeys. 'What shall you name it?', asked the alcolyte. 'Pet', replied Seen. The alcolyte laughed once again. 'That's not a name. Why not Guardian? It will help protect you'. 'I do not need to be protected. I could kill you anytime I wanted', scowled Seen. 'But there is no PKing allowed... unless you want to PVP', replied the alcolyte. 'No thanks', said Seen,'I have better things to do'.
The player logged out. This game tired her. Something frustrating like this always happened. The player clicked the mail icon on her desktop. One new mail... she clicked it. How strange... the subject was 'Plese Hel? 3e I/s :e &ave' from an 'auraaura221.117.63.181'... why was their email address at an IP? The player scanned down the page to read the message:
Wandering the resurrected Dawn is: Slaik, The Crude Suspicion, to flood all that once was long ago. Phantasm of Deception, Encha, Liberate all with the glitched images, and did salvation of the Reborn Wave. With the power invested The Justification of Relvic, a trace hits heavens gate shattering, and writes anew Wave.
What... was this?