"Where am I?" the girl ponders, picking herself up off of the ground. However, she has no time to examine her surroundings before some young Mii exits the town.
"Dark Lord's here! Stealing… People's faces…" he pants. The kid's clothes are tattered, clearly touched by poverty.
"Stealing people's faces? You're joking. Right?" she responds.
"Have you been living under a rock?" he practically screams at her.
Annoyed by the young child, the protagonist leaves, entering the town. A light blue orb lies on the ground, hard not to notice. The town is empty, and the silence is deafening. The girl laughs at the very idea of the Dark Lord, trying to hide her fear. The orb on the ground shines, revealing the girl's mistake. Fear overtakes her. The kid was right, something's wrong here. So very wrong… Is that what she was warned of?
A voice rings through the town square. "You don't belong here."
It's not wrong. She's not a Mii, she's a human. A humanoid human who does human things. Right? Well, whatever. Fear is for the weak, and she's not weak. "And how is that any of your business?"
The voice chuckles. "I'm the Guardian Spirit of this world, child. You have no reason to fear me."
"...Didn't you steal everyone's face?"
"That was the Dark Lord, though I see how you could have made the error."
"Oh. Well.." She pauses to think for a moment. "If you're the Guardian Spirit of this world, can't you send me home?"
Silence penetrates the area again. It feels like an eternity before the Guardian Spirit answers the traveler.
"I can't. The Miis I called on to protect this world in the past… They failed, and I don't have much power left. If I was just sending you back, it would be easy, but... " More silence. "Resurrection is beyond my current capabilities."
The girl is stunned. Resurrection? As in, she died? This can't be real. This is all a dream, right? It has to be. "I'm not dead."
"...Child. Interdimensional travel isn't easy. You can't survive it. Trust me, you're not the first."
The ache inside grows. She knows it's true, but… "Why?"
"The Dark Lord isn't just stealing faces anymore… He's wreaking havoc in other realms, taking lives, and changing my world."
This is wrong. Despicable. Cruel. She could think of a number of words for it, but none of them could accurately convey her pure rage.
"...I'm gonna fight him."
"Do you even know who you are?"
The question seems absurd. Of course she knows who she is! She's a human, shorter than most her age, quiet, and… Lonely. And her name… What was it? Why can't she remember?
"Name's Fyrien, professional adventurer!"
A laugh. Kind of condescending, but good natured. "That's not a real job, even in this world."
"...Whatever."
"I'll give you the power to fight, but you can't do this alone. There are others who will join you soon."
Nope. Not happening. She can't fight with anyone else. This is her fight. "Yeah, alright."
"So. If you were in a game, what would your class be?"
"...Uh… I'd be…" Fyrien ponders the question, hardly remembering vague experiences of the games she's played. "I guess a tank. Or a bard. Maybe both?"
Before she can continue her indecisive ramble, a light engulfs her, blinding her in its glow. When it releases her, she's wearing a blue dress and holding a microphone. Too girly. Way too girly.
"You're a better bard." The spirit explains. "Pop Star, as they're called in this world."
Something about the outfit took away all the excitement in being a bard.
The orb loses its light, and the Spirit's presence is gone. As for Fyrien, her entire situation is too much to take in. The town is still empty, so she takes the orb and walks out of the town, trying not to cry. And failing.
