Defy You
I do not own any of the characters in this story, except Corkk, he's mine!
I also do not own Ragnarok online, as it is owned by gravity studios.
Oh yeah, and also, Steven Wodka, Raina Yume, Naomi Hansyuan, Hugensnot the fallen one, Green Mercury, and Zonbi the Anti-king are all based after characters that my characters have met in the game, and are owned by other people.
Chapter 1: Of Amnesia and Arrows.
Pain lanced through his thigh. Didn't these fiendish willows have anything better to do than stick foot-long splinters in his leg? The young novice was locked in a furious struggle against a log, a log that had been blessed with life. Its jagged arms were flailing at him in a vain attempt to take his life. His axe flashed as he prepared the finishing blow but the monster fell dead, an arrow protruding from its eye.
"What the hell!" A novice couldn't shoot an arrow, that was definitely a skill they were never trained in. Curiosity taking control, he turned, looking for the origin of the arrow. As he looked around, he noticed there was no-one else on the ground. He found what he was looking for in a tree a hundred feet be hind him.
His eyes drifting upward he caught sight of a pair of heavy boots, the kind one saw in the army. Above that were a pair of stunning, long, legs, connected to a pair of legs that one only heard about, not thin but not huge, the perfect size. Her stomach was thin, but not thin enough to be unhealthy. She particularly blessed in the breast area, it was no wonder that her shirt was so tight. She was definitely too good for him.
She had a somewhat vacant expression on her face, as if she was attempting to remember something. She had shocking eyes, a cold blue like one finds in a mountain lake. Her long red hair was wild, only restrained by the band that held it in place. She was wearing the blue tunic that was standard issue for any archer. She was also wearing an apple with an arrow through it; the people of Rune-Midgard wore the strangest things as hats. The rule of thumb being that if it didn't hurt you, couldn't be used as a weapon, or wasn't clothing, then it was a hat, this lead to strange things like people with mushrooms on their heads.
She was attempting to get down from her perch. She seemed to be having a little bit of trouble. Suddenly, she slipped. Without a second thought, the novice leaped into action. She was hanging from a limb that she had caught, which seemed to be cracking from the stress.
"Excuse me, madam, but you're gonna have to let go pretty soon, that branch wont hold much longer."
Indeed, the branch was beginning to make noises resembling something you might hear as your great-grandfather stands up to go somewhere.
"It's too far, I'll die, you can't make me let go of this branch, I refuse to let go," she yelled, panic filling her voice.
"I'll catch you, just trust me and let go, don't worry, I won't let you fall".
So, she let go. Not expecting such a quick reaction, he missed her, but she didn't miss him. The archer landed square on him with enough force to make the air evacuate his lungs in one burst, and he was pretty sure he had either broken or severely bruised his rib cage. He seemed to have absorbed the worst of the fall, but she had still had the wind knocked out of her from the impact.
"What's an archer doing so far into the wilderness?" Queried the novice, after they had regained their breath
"I don't know, I just woke up and was here, I don't even remember where I came from, by the way, my name is…, is…"
She suddenly started crying, tears forming a stream down her cheek.
"I can't even remember my name, I don't know who I am anymore," She wailed.
The novice was astonished, what was he supposed to say. A beautiful girl had just fallen on him, and now, she was crying her eyes out. He sighed; he seemed to have that effect on attractive women.
"It's ok, you'll be ok…"
"How can I ever be ok, I could be anybody, or worse, I could be nobody."
By now, she was somewhat delirious, the novice could only think of one thing to say.
"If it will make you feel better, I will give you a name, is that ok with you?"
She stopped crying, which was a tremendous relief to the novice, since it was tearing him apart to see such a beautiful person crying and not be able to do anything about it.
For now, you shall be named Aeris and I promise that I will help you try to find out who you are. By the way, my name is Corkk, son of Garrow, and if you can't tell, I am no normal novice.
End of chapter one.