Part 1: Descent into Order
Chapter 1: A Fine Welcome... Or not.
First thought: FUCK my head HURTS!
Second: Was I dreaming?
Then I noticed that the sun was shining directly on me. I tried to open my eyes. Bad move. I immediately squeezed my eyes shut, having made the mistake of looking at the very bright summer sun.
Wait. Its winter... So, how is it summer sun? To add to my mounting confusion, I felt a gentle breeze, and could hear the song of several birds.
And to top it off, there was grass tickling my neck. That was the last straw. I sat up and opened my eyes.
And said: "What. The. FUCK?"
For there I was, standing on the top of a small hill, overlooking a lake, which was a sight upon itself. But what really caught my eye was the distinct, sharp, and just plain awesome castle that sat on the opposite shore.
"Wow. That's... Ah, unexpected," I said to myself, scratching my head. Then, and only then, did I notice my clothes. For one thing, my normal clothes were gone. Replacing them, was a pair of loose fitting blue jeans, the kind that the hero in movies almost always wore, a pair of black combat boots, that came up to just past my ankles. The top half of me was even more confusing (for me, anyway.) A blue shirt, with a black tribal flame pattern taking up half of it, a dark blue combat jacket that reached my knees and...
"A hat?" I asked myself, holding it front of me. It reminded me of a cowboy hat, in size at least. It had a cord coming from it, evidently to go around my neck to stop it from falling (and providing something to choke myself with), and was a dark orange, almost brown. Instead of being flat topped, it was pointed, moving up to a tip about 8 inches above the top of my head.
To top it off, there was a sword hanging off my left hip.
Now, I was REALLY confused. I mean, new clothes, new place, a freaking CASTLE? What could really top all this?
Well, no matter where you are, or how mad you think you are, the universe has a way of making things worse.
Namely, at that moment, I heard a god-awful noise, somewhere between a scream, nails down a chalkboard and my mum bitching at me. I turned (once my ears had stopped ringing) to the source of the noise. And there, standing not 6 feet away, was the ugliest thing I had ever seen. Small, beady eyes, the weirdest clothing I had ever seen, warts all over the place. And a knife, of the sharp variety, pointed right at me. It made that bloody noise again, and I was overcome with the urge to just make it go away.
Then I remembered the sword hanging off my hip.
Slowly, I gripped the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out slowly, as to not accidently lope off a limb. Surprising, it wasn't as heavy as I thought it would be. Although, it was longer then I thought, being nearly 2 1/2 feet long. Holding the weapon, I realised that 1) I hadn't dropped it yet, and 2) It felt familiar, like a part of my arm. Weird, considering I had never touched a sword before, aside from de-weaponised ones that my friends had.
But then I was brought back from my internal thoughts by that bloody creature stabbing me in the thigh. With a cry of "HOLY FUCK!" I kicked the creature away and checked my wound. It wasn't that bad, not too big, but man, did the fucker piss out blood. Meanwhile, the creature, which I had mentally labelled a goblin, got back up and charged at me.
"Oooooh, you little FUCKER!" I shouted, raising my free hand at the creature in an attempt to punch it, funnelling all my rage at the little cunt. I felt my hand heating up. At first I thought it was just my anger, but then it kept getting hotter and hotter until I thought I would catch on fire, and thus I tried to push it out of me mentally. That's about the point when a fireball came flying out of my hand and smacked the goblin between the eyes, roasting him to cinders in an instant.
"Wow..." I said, staring at the pile of ashes previously known as a goblin. I then realised; I did THAT.
Well then. Magic. Blue clothes. Weird hat. There wasn't an argument.
I was a Black Mage.
Then, something else occurred to me.
"Where are my friends?"