Game.

a quest story.


A/N: Konnichiwa, minna-san! This is my second posting of Game. hehehe.. :laughs weakly:

I apologize for Insignia:Chains. The problem is, I can't really update that story unless I fly to New Haven. Which is very far far away. Unfortunately, my sister has taken that computer with her back to college. ;.

So that might take a while until I can update it. Thank you for your patience!

Second: This is my newest fanfic inspiration. Which I hope I can stick to…! Full summary is needed in order for this story to make sense. .


Summary: Ragnarok has ended. The world of Rune-Midgard has once again risen from the ashes. But will the world be perfect this time? Yes. Will it stay this way? No.

150 years after the "final battle" has ended, a new battle has begun to form from its grave. The second Ragnarok. But this time, it comes with more threatening results, not physically, but mentally. And it comes with a new name: the Apocalypse.

The aftermath of Ragnarok, Apocalypse comes with more vengeance than its father, doing even more destruction with not the body, but the mind. Reaching its powers over the people it is able to create wars, prejudice, and the ultimate price: death. Only very few people know that the wrath of Apocalypse had already descended upon Rune-Midgard. And they are on a quest to send it back to the bowels of the earth. Game on.


Chp. 1: Tell me, who will still care…?

"Is this what you truly want, dear?"

"Yes, please, ma'am."

"But aren't you awfully young to do this?"

"Please, with all due respect, I need to do this."

"…Would you mind sharing why?"

"To tell the truth, ma'am, that is something I still must confirm."

"All right, darlin', that is good enough for me."


A lone figure looked from a cliff out towards the towering city of Geffen. Such a nice breeze.

How long had it been since she had returned? 2 years? 3 years?

She sighed. Nevertheless, it was always nice to return home.

The bartender reclined from his leaning position, annoyed.

"For Odin's sake, lady, I haven't got all day! Either speak up or go somewhere else!"

The cloaked figure seemed to give off a small sigh, and leaned so that her mouth was near the bartender's ear.

"One Sih, please."

Startled, he leaped back. "Okay, okay, one Sih, got it. Good Odin…" He took a slightly dusty mug from under the bar table and filled it with a greenish-colored liquid. Then whipping out his rag, he wiped the mouth of the mug carelessly and pushed the drink towards the customer.

Whoever(apart from the fact that it was a girl, the bartender thought) was inside the cloak murmured a word of thanks to him and raising the mug to her face, it disappeared under the shadow of the cloak. In a matter of seconds, it came out, empty. Lifting it to his face, the bartender looked at the mug with shock. How did she drink this so fast?

As he looked back towards the cloaked shadow, she was already sweeping out the door.

"…Hey! Wait!" he leaped from his position and ripped off his apron. The figure stopped briefly at the door, almost hesitantly, and then resumed walking.

"Hey! Didn't you hear me? Wait!" finally catching up, he grabbed the cloak.

The figure turned around. "What do you want?" It sounded slightly apprehensive.

"You—" the bartender wheezed, hands resting on his knees. "You—you forgot to— to pay…"

The cloak seemed to give off a raspy laugh. Then came a parched whisper. "I would check again if I were you… old man…"

"I—what?" he looked back at the pub entrance, then back at the cloaked shadow. "What're you—"

He was met with cold air. The figure was gone. Sliding down the wall slowly, a very shocked bartender raised a hand to his forehead. "By the gods…"

High above him, red eyes smirked, and wind whipped across a girl's face.

"About time she came back. She missed out on a lot of chores."


"Oh my Odin! Ecarg!" a willowy woman jumped on the figure. "Oh! You came back! I was so worried!"

"…Please, Alleinad…you're choking me…"

Hastily, the woman let go. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Ecarg, it's just that I missed you so much…! And here I was, the other day thinking, what if—" she was abruptly cut off.

"Oh my Odin, Ecarg! You still owe me!" a girl with accented rose-colored eyes and strawberry-blond hair ran up and grabbed Ecarg by her front. "Big time, too! Do you even know how much I had to do while you were away! Huh? Huh?"

Laughing, the figure took off her hood. "Please, Zeffy, spare me the dramatics."

"I'm not being dramatic!" the girl let go of Ecarg's front and stamped her foot childishly. "Why don't you ever appreciate what I do!"

She ruffled Zeffy's hair.

"I do. It's just that I never have time telling you, hmm?"

"Urgh," Zeffy crossed her arms and pouted. "That's still not good enough."

Allenaid shook her head, rushing to restrain the small compact girl.

"Please, Zeffy, leave Ecarg alone, she just got back from her trip. Why don't we talk inside, Ecarg? That way, there won't be such noise bothering you."

Ecarg smiled. "That would be nice."


Allenaid threw her hat on the table.

"Okay, alright. Finally! Shit, Ecarg, why do I have to be the loving and caring person?"

Ecarg shrugged out of her cloak and tossed it onto a chair. "Because we're representing what we are most unlike."

Allenaid groaned. "Thanks."

"But I think that role suits you best, Allie!" Zeffy poked Allenaid's nose.

"Butt off, Zeffy," she pushed the other girl away.

Zeffy grinned, giving the grumpy priestess a thumbs-up. Allenaid groaned.

Ignoring them, Ecarg looked around.

"Where's the rest?"

"Ah!" Zeffy bounced over to Ecarg. "Well, Xyhro went with Merok somewhere, I think it was to update Merok's sword, who knows? Mimi went to the Prontera fields to "find a new challenge", told me that she'd be around by dinnertime. Err… Shivon went with her. Along with Volten. Sirc went to get the ingredients for dinner. Allie bullied him too. Jurei went to buy more bottles for his new potion that he's making. I saw him do it once, it was so cool—"

"So basically, they're all out. Gone." Allenaid glared at the hunter, who stuck out her tongue.

"Yep!" the hunter smiled and started dancing in circles around Ecarg. "I'm really really glad you came home, Ecchi! I mean, it's been O-kay without you, but when are we going on a real quest again?"

Ecarg smiled softly. "You'd be surprised, Zeffy."

A slam was heard then. "I'm home!"

"Oh! Yay! Sirc!" Zeffy immediately turned her attention towards the alchemist that had just arrived. "What'd you buy, huh? What're we going to eat for dinner tonight?"

A rather disheveled and tired looking alchemist walked into the room, numerous bags looped around each arm.

"Not so loud, Zeffy… and as for dinner, we're having—" he stopped in his tracks.

"—Ecarg! You're home!"

Ecarg grinned mischievously. "Uh-huh… so, anyways… what are we having for dinner tonight, Sirc…?"

Sirc put his arm weights on the table and started emptying the contents. "… The same as ever…" Then, straightening up, he sighed. "We're having Fried Wolf Stew for dinner."

Giving him a kiss on the cheek, Ecarg brushed past him. "Sound disgusting."

Allenaid smirked. "It'll defiantly be, with Sirc's extraordinary cooking skills."

Ecarg's laugh was heard from the staircase. "All right, all right, we had our fun with him, I'm going to go take a shower! Call me when dinner's ready!"

"Yeah, yeah… why should I call you if my cooking's this bad…" Muttering, Sinc turned his back from Allenaid and Zeffy's sniggers.


29 August 2005
A/N: Hiya, minna-san! Hopelessmine here again! )

This is, as I told you, my second posting! XD

Thanks again for supporting this story!

-hopelessmine!