Harold placed Sophia on the bed, making sure to check her health. It was, thankfully, in the green, but with his luck it was probably a near miss. Pulling the blanket over the sleeping girl, Harold left the bedroom and silently closed the door. Something was off about all of this, yes, he used magic to pull her out of death's grip, but he felt that he had something more than pull her from death's scythe. Moving towards the couch and sitting on it, Harold pulled up a his menu to check the news for anything. At least the creator of the game allowed players to view what was happening on the outside, scrolling through the articles until a title caught his eye. It read; Sophia Anderson Vanished after being brought to hospital. Harold felt his heart sink into his stomach, he had not only brought Sophia out of death's grip, he had made her a user, Harold mused on the Tron term before nodded at its placement here, like him. Sophia was completely in the game, like him and had made it so she didn't die by her headgear.

Reading the article, Harold found out more about Sophia. She was fourteen, lived in Japan until she was eleven, her family moved to America. Harold also was surprised that she was a psychic and had gone to his mother's school. "No wonder I had the urge to protect her, I know her..." Harold muttered before he tabbed the article and closed his menu. Moving to the kitchen, Harold grabbed a glass and poured himself a drink of butterbeer. Putting the butterbeer back in the fridge, Harold sipped his drink as he sat back on the couch. He smiled as he said "I know you're there Argo, have a seat."

The information broker stepped out of the shadow she was in and took the chair across from him. "I accidentally pulled Sophia into SAO, she's now like me...she's a user..." Harold told her, Argo pull her hood up and looked at the closest thing she saw as her brother. Argo sighed "I see, but you did save her from the fate of the others." Harold only closed his eyes as he thought it over in his mind, yes, he had saved Sophia from a fate that others had done to themselves but at what cost? Argo spoke "Don't make a promise that you can't keep..." Harold opened his eyes and looked at her, how did she hear his promise? "Unless you know what sacrifices that have to be made to achieve it." Harold knew that his friend spoke the truth, how far was he willing to go to protect Sophia?

"I made a promise, one that my magic will hold me to. If you felt what I had felt then you would know why I made it." Getting off the couch, Harold finished his drink before moving to place it in the sink. Returning to the living room, Harold sighed as he felt like the world was on his shoulders again. He had tried to escape from the real world because of that bloody prophecy, but now it seemed that his world was being turned on its head, again. "Argo, you can stay for the night...I got a room that had two rooms. Sophia's has two beds, if you need me, I'll be in the other room." Argo just nodded and Harold went to his room, hoping that if fate wanted its butt kicked, then he would kick it the moon and back when he found it.

The next morning, Harold was making breakfast when the two girls entered the kitchen. They were talking quietly amongst themselves, Harold waited until they sat at the table before speaking. "Morning, you two, did you sleep well?" Argo nodded, Sophia didn't seem to hear him. Argo then nudged Sophia, making her jump before nodding. Harold then moved over to Sophia and pulled her into a hug, she didn't resist because she started crying into his chest. "Let it all out, Sophia. Just let it all out..." Harold whispered as Sophia let her tears fall. Harold gave Argo a look and the broker went to where the food was cooking, leaving the two alone but in her hearing range. Harold sat down, pulling Sophia with him and he started rubbing her back, whispering words of comfort to the teenager that had nearly died.

Breakfast was a subdued affair, Harold knew that it would take time for Sophia to heal completely and he would help get her through it. The three left the inn, Argo vanishing to do her job. Pulling his hood over his face, he took Sophia's hand and lead her to a clothing shop. Entering the shop, Harold told her to get whatever she needed, he would be waiting near the door when she was done. A half hour later, Sophia had gotten all she needed and Harold payed for it. They then went to a blacksmith he knew from the beta, Lizabeth. On the way though someone tried to grab Sophia, only to be met with the barrel of his type 54 pistol.

"Liz, you open?" Harold called and speak of the devil and he or in this case, she appeared. "Harold? Its you right?" Liz asked, Harold pulled his hood off and was flattened by the female blacksmith. "Its you! I thought that you had been hurt or killed!" Harold chuckled at his friends antics as he pulled both of them up off the floor. "Of course its me, I'm the only person that you know that has emerald green eyes and can summon any weapon I want." Harold smiled before he turned the blacksmith to Sophia. "Liz, this is Sophia. I want you to make her a new set of armor. Like my armor, but like last time I want you to follow your instincts."

Liz's face grew serious and she nodded, then grabbed Sophia as she pulled them to a room so she could measure the teenager. They watched Liz work the metal as she molded it and shaped it into Sophia's armor. "There, finished! Its the best armor next to yours, Harold!" Liz proclaimed and showed it to the two. The armor looked like a blue-eyes white dragon that was turned into armor. The wings had been changed into a skirt that was long in the back but open in front. The tail was a sheath for Sophia's reaper. "I-I-I can't accept this!" Sophia sputtered as she looked at the beautiful armor.

"Sophia, this is your armor. Liz knows about me being being a user, as the term goes and I may have made you one as well when I saved you in the boss room." Sophia gaped at Harold and then looked at Liz then back at him. "You saved me by making me a user...I SHOULD BE DEAD! HOW COULD YOU SAVE ME FROM MY HEADGEAR?!" Harold waited until Sophia finished ranting as he gave Liz his sword for upgrading. "I'm a wizard and my magic did this, all I did was try and save you. So my magic made it so you were brought into the game. I have luck that is so bad that its absurd." He explained when Sophia had stopped ranting.

Liz grinned as she handed Harold his sword "Maxed it out again. Um…" Harold looked at the young blacksmith as she asked "Could you make me your personal blacksmith, please?" Harold smiled before pulling the girl into a hug as he said "Of course, I'll be glad to make you our personal blacksmith." Liz eyes widened as he said our and then she realized that he meant Sophia as well.

The rest of the day was spent farming mobs and helping Sophia with her new armor. Went they got back to his hotel room, he could tell that Sophia was exhausted. While Sophia went to take a bath, Harold pulled his sniper rifle out and started cleaning it. He finished cleaning the gun an hour later, Sophia had joined him in the kitchen until a player attacked them. Harold pushed Sophia out of the swords way and pulled out his lightsaber, activating it and cutting the sword in half.

The player's icon above his head was red, Harold snarled as he charged the Player Killer, his plasma sword cutting at the PKer. The player had some skill as he dodged and weaved Harold's attacks, then the player kicked his pistol out of its holster before pulling out another sword. Harold sensed danger from behind him and fell flat, the PKer giving him a confused look until a bullet went through his forehead. Sophia had picked up his type 54 and shot the player, killing him. Harold deactivated his sword and was at Sophia's side, pulling her to his chest as she felt the full weight of what she had done hit her. Harold held Sophia there in the kitchen all night, comforting her and praying that that was the last of the PKers for the night.