I had to change around a few things to make this story fit. Like different parties carry different symbols, like a badge or a broach. Also, guilds carry things like this too, I just couldn't figure out any other way to differentiate the characters. That's all I really have to say for now. My first Ragnarok fic, please review and let me know what you think!

Miya Tsuko grew up in Prontera, and everyone expected her to be a nice acolyte or a kind merchant so she could stay near home. But she wants exactly the opposite, adventure, excitement, foreign places. She wanted anything but nice quiet, crowded-as-hell Prontera. When she meets a mysterious archer and a cheerful merchant she gets her wish; but will it tear her apart in the end?

I grew up in Prontera. Yeah, Prontera. Where merchants try to make a buck and overzealous novices come to become acolytes. I was always jealous of those novices, they got to choose what class they wanted to be. On the other hand my parents, a monk and an alchemist wanted me to be an acolyte or a merchant. They had even started planning on renovating the basement so I wouldn't have to move out.

As I grew older I began to think I couldn't escape Prontera, I didn't have to zeny or the courage to leave home. When my fifteenth birthday rolled around my parents surprised me with an application to become a novice. I only smiled weakly and told them I would fill it out after dinner. I lied.

I waited five hours, midnight to fill it out. That way they'd be asleep and wouldn't lecture me on the benefits of being an acolyte. God, I'm so sick of that word, acolyte. At one am when I was sure that I'd filled out everything correctly I snuck out to put the letter in the mailbox. My fate was sealed; I would be a novice any time from next week to a month, whenever the King's staff received my application. Here's some of my application, all the arts I can remember at least:

Name: Chiyo Tsuko

Age: 15

Sex: Female

Class(es) you have considered: Swordsman, Archer, Mage

I had written down acolyte too but then put a nice thick line through it.

"Mom I'm going to be late!" Chiyo half shouted while her mother sobbed.

"Ch-Chiyo remember y-you c-c-an always come h-h-ome I-if you g-get into t-trouble." Her mother said through sobs.

You won't be saying that when I become a swordsman or something. The purple haired girl thought, squeezing out of her mom's embrace. There were many people crowded outside the Tsuko home that day. Almost everyone in Prontera had known Chiyo since she was a toddler and all came to wish her well.

She went around to thank them all for coming; some people gave her gifts of zeny and small trinkets. The only problem was that she was running behind schedule and had to go meet the Novice trainer in ten minutes. Needless to say it was a stressful morning.

"Stay safe kiddo-" he father hugged her quickly before she darted towards the south gate, "Good bye!" she shouted back, "I'll miss you!" she turned a corner and disappeared down the street. Now nothing could stop her! She was on her own! Free to do whatever she pleased!

Yet in the pit of her stomach she had a bad feeling about all of this. As she rounded the last turn towards Prontera's south gate she sprinted towards the trainer, who thankfully was still there. She turned and gave the girl a strange look, "You're late." Was her only comment.

The girl started to say 'I'm sorry' when the trainer raised a hand to silence her. "No excuses. Now come come, much to do." She said cheerfully to the other three novices. Already this was turning out to be a bad day. Chiyo looked to a tall priestess next to her with her emerald gaze. The priestess smiled and said hello softly. Then she turned and summoned a warp portal, which the three novices walked through.

Chiyo turned to stare at the trainer who literally pushed her into the portal. Landing on her stomach the girl sat up and spit some grass. "Eww…' she mumbled, standing up. "Stupid jerk offs. Can't they just cut a kid a little slack." The girl grumbled rhetorically, "This place probably isn't all it's cracked up to-"

Chiyo lifted her head to stare at the castle-like structure. "It's… huge…" she muttered breathlessly. She took slow strides towards the gate where guards nodded her through. When I entered through that gate I thought I was starting out on a wonderful journey. You know, like with dragons, princes and knights in shining armor. It's funny how we get our dreams mixed up with fairies tales so often.

Panting the girl slumped against the wall in the training grounds. It felt so wonderful just to sit even if only for a moment. She uncorked a potion and took tiny sips of the red liquid. It was a rather bitter potion, Chiyo couldn't complain though it had kept her alive when fighting against a thief bug.

"This is harder than it looks." She muttered, squinting her eyes and downing the rest of the potion.

"Just looking at you makes me tired." Came an unknown voice next to her. Chiyo half screamed and hit the ground.

"Relax kid." He was a tall man, with a stalky build and brown hair, "I'm just here to evaluate the novies."

The purple haired girl jumped to her feet, "Evaluate?" she asked.

"You come to me when you think your done training and I move you on the the next part of the Novice training.

She rolled this thought over and over again in her mind. Am I done training? Maybe I am? Wait! What happens if I'm not and then go and get myself killed!

He laughed at the blank look on her face, "See this should be considered a mental abilities test. To leave or not to leave, that's what your thinking right?" It was like he'd read her mind, "You could leave when you're the absolute lowest level. But then of course you could get yourself killed. Then again I've seen the stupidest novices become great things."

"Am I ready to move on?" the girl asked weakly, her knees turned to jelly when he nodded and stepped aside to let her through the next door. Slowly, Chiyo stepped through the door into a small, dark room.

She was greeted by two cheerful voices, one of an old man and the other of a man in his mid twenties. "Welcome! Welcome! Come in young novice!" suddenly her knees turned back to bone and she stepped towards the middle of the room.

The old man spoke first, "Come here Chiyo! I'll tell you about the job classes!"

Chiyo raised a brow, "How do you know my name?" she put a hand on her hip and waited for him to speak.

"Well… one of the staff gave us your description. It's all right here." He raised up a notepad with several names jotted down and physical description.

She opened her mouth to protest when she read here description: Chiyo Tsuko, purple hair, green eyes, skinny, has a dumb look on her face.