A heart warming welcome to Glorianna and a not-so-heart-warming welcome to Spielburg
The light was fading away , Matthew was starting to feel tired , he had been flying for an eternity , no he was starting to feel afraid . Was the light going to disappear , was he going to be trapped in an endless darkness for the rest of his life ? Wait! He heard screams , screams begging for help. But Matthew felt useless , he could do nothing , he was paralyzed , he just awaited .
-Hey boy!-was the first thing he heard , after he had left that dark and gloomy place , he was on a surface . A dirty one ;maybe a field. The sky was a blue one and the guy who was talking to him was a human one.
-Err , What? –said Matthew still lying on the ground.
-You're a newbie?- said the man, that, looking closely , was in his early sixties , and wore one of those middle ages peasant costumes.
-What do you mean by a newbie? – said Matthew getting up from his "bed of roses" (excluding the bed and the roses , of course).
-That you 're now trapped here , boy.-said the farmer spitting on the ground
-Trapped?
-Listen , son. I'm a farmer , not a wizard , not a scholar , but a simple farmer . I don't know how did you get here , and I don't care , I live my life peacefully without harming anyone . I cultivate my fields and that's all .But , every now and then , a guy like you falls from the sky. They're confused , they want to go home , but , they're trapped . Trapped in this world and eventually , get killed by a goblin or maybe a saurus .Why?
Because they're so desperate to go home that they forget about basic survival . They have too many things that they want to see again so they act desperately , without using their brains. Fools. Now , think about your situation : no friends , no knowledge , no money , no nothing. Will you rush up to your death or will you stay with me , inform yourself and stay alive? It's up to you.
After the speech , Matthew , was confused , he couldn't recall how did he get here and how come he wasn't at home preparing something to eat. If all this wasn't a joke , maybe he was drugged , but he had no joints in his house right now . It appeared as if it was a joke , but so well prepared , Who would take it's time to make something this big? It didn't make any sense. The most logical answer was that he was in another world , but , for Matthew, it was the best thing that he could ever hear. It was another chance to live, It was just his rotten luck.
-Sir , I've got nothing to loose , so I'll stay with you on one condition , I want to know what's the deal here. What do you do to earn yourself a living and every bit of useful information that I would need to stay alive.
-It's a deal ,boy – said the farmer .
-And another condition , don't call me boy.
Well , let's skip these three months that Matthew spent in a farm plowing up the fields , milking cows and every single thing that you do in a farm. During that time he had grown some muscle (now he was as strong as a 15-year-old boy) and also he did a couple of visits to a magic school that was located some miles to the west. He also sneaked into some houses just because he was bored . All this in just three months, living la vida loca . But it still was not enough , he needed more adventure . He lived in a village located in the eastern feuds .He was a nobody or , as the Grand theft auto : vice city would consider him , page 7 of a local newspaper.
Why did he stay there ? Well , the answer was quite simple . Most of the people have nostalgia for their homes and , Matthew , was the happiest man on the world only knowing that he was not going to see anyone of his "contacts" again ( this includes friends and relatives) . You know , he is not a sociable guy . And now , returning to the main point . He had every single move calculated , he was waiting for his opportunities to arrive . By mail preferably .
And after another month , the answer came .
7 a.m.
-Hey , Matthew !-said the farmer
-Yeah , pops, what's up?
-Finally.-thought Matthew and opened the letters he had received .
Dear sir ,
We inform you that …….
-(blah , blah , blah , yada , yada) –Thought Matthew as he looked at his letter .
This was the opportunity he was waiting for , now he had the chance to live the adventure of his life. This letter , was his passport to go anywhere in the weird world he was living in. It was the proof that he was not as useless as everybody thought he was. It was a letter from the correspondence school for adventurers. Now he was officially an adventurer and not some jerk from a final fantasy game that gets out of his house and returns home after he had saved the day. No , he was an official adventurer , a fighter to be more specific . Or was it a thief ? He also had some magical abilities although he had been expelled from the magic school because the teachers declared him an idiot. That was not the case at the moment , he had learned a spell and was happy with it. Now , his future depended on an advertisement he read some time ago .
"Hero needed for the valley of Spiel…something". Beautiful landscapes , friendly people and no previous experience needed. You wouldn't find something like that in the U.S.A. today , but , this was another world. He was anxious to get away. It was about time to cross the point of no return.
-Hey pops, I'm going away .
-Where?
-To become a hero.
-Don't try your luck and go milk the cows.
Matthew turned his back at the old man , got his equipment , which he had prepared once he had received the letter , (a rusty sword (courtesy of drunk soldier), a kitchen-knife dagger ,some bread and a canteen of water).
-Go f yourself old geezer , I'm getting the hell outta here.
-What!-screamed the old guy. Yer playing with fire , pesky b!
Matthew had already crossed the door and was heading west by the road which led to the mountains. He stopped.
-I'm not as dumb as you think , I started doing the courses the second week I came here. Or , did you actually think that I would end up growing lettuces all my life?
-You shall return begging for mercy , ungrateful b!
-Not a chance , pops-said Matthew and pressed his march.
Midday had passed, then two hours , three hours and another two hours. Matthew was marching through the snow of the mountains . He was freezing to death and the only clothes he had in his backpack were an "Iron Maiden" T-shirt and a pair of levis jeans.
He remembered how the fellowship of the ring crossed the peaks of god-knows-where , but he never thought that it would be so difficult. He couldn't afford to stop . He had to reach the town of Spielburg before dawn. Then he stopped , he could hear something , something strange , something human. Then , the wind had blown into his direction and an arrow missed his target.
-(brigands )-thought Matthew . Now he had a reason to run. Even if he tried something , he would be outnumbered and , he didn't know how to use a sword. He ran and ran. But ,against the wind and the snow it was futile. By now , the brigands were tailing him. For some strange reason , there was too much security for a mountain pass that merchants hardly ever used. Matthew ran , but the brigands were approaching , and he was getting tired.
-Time for a desperate tactic-said Matthew and focused the only spell he had ever learned , Zap, into his blade. Now it was magically charged with something that looked like electricity. But , he was five-against-one. What to do?
-Okay –thought Matthew and inserted his blade with all his might into the snow wall. The effect wasn't immediate , but it was the expected. The wall slowly turned into a deadly avalanche .It was time to run like hell.
Matthew ran and continued pressing onward , the brigands that followed him didn't make it , but he , had still a chance to save his butt .He continued dashing , now the path was easier , it was all the way down. His death was inevitable.
So , out of ideas , he jumped into the snow and went sliding down the hill .He had just reached the end and survived his first deadly adventure as an official adventurer.
-Now-he thought as he got up and cleaned the snow that he still had on his shirt .The path was blocked and there was no way back , some brigands wanted to kill him and he had survived , he created an avalanche and nearly died on the process , now , he was in a forest (in quite a pretty one) and the village of Spielburg was supposed to be some feet away from here . It was time to get started . He grabbed his equipment and went all the way west by the main road , or what he thought that was the main road.
-Help! Help!- something squeaked.
-Just great , now I'm seeing mirages –said Matthew as he looked down at his feet and saw the creature that was begging for help. It was a fox. maybe a female one.
Listen , I've got headache , so shut up-he said and got a dagger from his backpack.
-Wait!Wait!-screamed the fox . Don't kill me!
-Just shut your trap!-said Matthew angrily. He approached the fox with his dagger. The animal was starting to get hysterical. He closed it's eyes and awaited for the worst. Then , a "click" could be heard. The animal opened his eyes and saw as the trap was open. Matthew decided to spring the trap instead of killing him.
-Oh thank you !-screamed the fox. For your kindness I shall give you an advice . Be inquisitive in your questions ; be polite and patient with people who doesn't deserve it act cool and stay calm. –he squeaked.
-Okay , but ….NO TALKING , I'VE GOT A HANG-OVER !-shouted Matthew and pointed with his knife . The fox fled in terror.
And returning to his march , he continued until he reached the town of Spielburg . He got there by sunset . And when he had crossed the town's gates , he literally fell to the cold ground and fell asleep. He had reached his destination , now , the only thing he had to do was become a hero.
