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Prologue: The Swordsman and The Novice
A little girl novice sat sobbing in front of the giant statue in Izlude. She got pretty beaten up today. There were bruises all over her arms, legs, and face. Her usually neatly pony-tailed light brown hair was all over the place. Beside her was a cracked knife. This had been her trusted weapon, but now it was little more than scrap metal. And to top it up, all her zeny were stolen by some thief wannabe novice. All in all she was hurt, broke...
'and useless.'
In her sorrow he didn't notice someone approaching her.
"What's wrong?"
She looked up and saw a young swordsman. He was a little older than her and had dark brown hair. It was tied to a high ponytail behind his head and his bangs split from the middle to frame his face before ending just before hi chin. His left hand rested on a sword, which hung loosely on his side. He looked at her caringly.
She looked away from him and didn't answer. She was really in a bad mood and didn't really want to talk to anyone. She was surprised when something orange flashed in front of her.
"You might need this." The swordsman said as he gave her an orange potion.
She hesitantly took it. After the swordsman gave her a nod, she drank it all up.
"Feel better?" he asked as he sat down.
She nodded.
"What happened?"
"I got beaten up." She said, still a bit irritated.
The swordsman laughed a bit. "I know that. What I meant was why did you get beaten up."
She lowered her head. "I was trying to take on a rocker."
"A rocker, alone?"
"Yeah. I wanted to be a swordsman but I guess that's unlikely." She looked downtrodden as she spoke. "The other novices were bragging that they were able to defeat a rocker. They were also teasing me, telling me that I'd make a lousy swordsman since I'm a girl. I wanted to prove to them that I could also do it, that I could be a good swordsman. But look how I ended up. I'm too weak to be a swordsman."
He just looked at the sobbing little girl.
"Don't be too hard on yourself." The swordsman said. "It's very hard to go against a rocker as a novice. Even swordsmen beginners still find it hard. Believe me. I barely got out myself just now."
"Really?" the girl said in disbelief.
The swordsman nodded.
"Plus," he said, placing his hand on her head, "you took on a stronger enemy alone. This show you have great courage. It's something all swordsmen should have; the strength to stare at the face of the enemy and shout 'You'll never take me alive'. Those who were teasing you probably had someone else tanking them. They have nothing but pride. They are the ones who make lousy swordsmen."
The girl felt warm and tingly inside. It felt nice to have someone praising you.
The picked up the girl's dagger. "You know, swordsmen don't usually use daggers as a main weapon."
He took the sword on his side and placed it on the girl's lap.
"Are you sure?" She asked, surprised.
"Don't worry. I was planning to buy a two-hander anyway."
And what would be the first time the entire day, the young novice smiled.
"If you want, we could make a party so I could help you." the swordsman suggested.
"Really? Thank you."
The novice then asked something. "Um, what's your name? I'm Kat."
The swordsman smiled. "Call me Jaysen."
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Author's note: I'm putting this on before I completely forget it. I am one of the hundreds, if not thousands, of young people addicted to Ragnarok Online and this is how I show my addiction. Hope you enjoyed this piece.
Prologue: The Swordsman and The Novice
A little girl novice sat sobbing in front of the giant statue in Izlude. She got pretty beaten up today. There were bruises all over her arms, legs, and face. Her usually neatly pony-tailed light brown hair was all over the place. Beside her was a cracked knife. This had been her trusted weapon, but now it was little more than scrap metal. And to top it up, all her zeny were stolen by some thief wannabe novice. All in all she was hurt, broke...
'and useless.'
In her sorrow he didn't notice someone approaching her.
"What's wrong?"
She looked up and saw a young swordsman. He was a little older than her and had dark brown hair. It was tied to a high ponytail behind his head and his bangs split from the middle to frame his face before ending just before hi chin. His left hand rested on a sword, which hung loosely on his side. He looked at her caringly.
She looked away from him and didn't answer. She was really in a bad mood and didn't really want to talk to anyone. She was surprised when something orange flashed in front of her.
"You might need this." The swordsman said as he gave her an orange potion.
She hesitantly took it. After the swordsman gave her a nod, she drank it all up.
"Feel better?" he asked as he sat down.
She nodded.
"What happened?"
"I got beaten up." She said, still a bit irritated.
The swordsman laughed a bit. "I know that. What I meant was why did you get beaten up."
She lowered her head. "I was trying to take on a rocker."
"A rocker, alone?"
"Yeah. I wanted to be a swordsman but I guess that's unlikely." She looked downtrodden as she spoke. "The other novices were bragging that they were able to defeat a rocker. They were also teasing me, telling me that I'd make a lousy swordsman since I'm a girl. I wanted to prove to them that I could also do it, that I could be a good swordsman. But look how I ended up. I'm too weak to be a swordsman."
He just looked at the sobbing little girl.
"Don't be too hard on yourself." The swordsman said. "It's very hard to go against a rocker as a novice. Even swordsmen beginners still find it hard. Believe me. I barely got out myself just now."
"Really?" the girl said in disbelief.
The swordsman nodded.
"Plus," he said, placing his hand on her head, "you took on a stronger enemy alone. This show you have great courage. It's something all swordsmen should have; the strength to stare at the face of the enemy and shout 'You'll never take me alive'. Those who were teasing you probably had someone else tanking them. They have nothing but pride. They are the ones who make lousy swordsmen."
The girl felt warm and tingly inside. It felt nice to have someone praising you.
The picked up the girl's dagger. "You know, swordsmen don't usually use daggers as a main weapon."
He took the sword on his side and placed it on the girl's lap.
"Are you sure?" She asked, surprised.
"Don't worry. I was planning to buy a two-hander anyway."
And what would be the first time the entire day, the young novice smiled.
"If you want, we could make a party so I could help you." the swordsman suggested.
"Really? Thank you."
The novice then asked something. "Um, what's your name? I'm Kat."
The swordsman smiled. "Call me Jaysen."
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Author's note: I'm putting this on before I completely forget it. I am one of the hundreds, if not thousands, of young people addicted to Ragnarok Online and this is how I show my addiction. Hope you enjoyed this piece.