AN: Weeeeeeeeeee I missed Kaden Kaden. :D
After I'd seen Ella, I demanded that I should be immediatly released. My father and most of the doctors had hesitated, but after getting a rather loud earful from me, I was released. Right after that, I made my request to go to Japan yet again, this time my father obliged seeing the detirmination in my eyes. I knew he didn't want to, but he didn't dare fight me off. Once I set my head on something, my course couldn't be altered.
The plane ride was the worst part about it. I'd never been one for small enclosed spaces, number one, and being in the for several hours... it didn't bode well for me. After only an hour in I was hopping in my seat.
"Dad, why can't they make one of the super jets fly between Austrailia and Japan? It would go so much faster."
"They do Kaden, but there's only one and it cost a lot."
"Well you're big a CC Corp, don't you make a lot of money?" I questioned, catching my fathers smirk.
"Yes, but why would I buy tickets to please my daughter when I can torment her on this flight."
After that I shut my mouth and crossed my arms over my chest, a fierce scowl on my mouth. My dad merely imitated the pose, further darkening my look. I knew that I was making a total fool out of myself, and I was sure most of the people were wondering what a mature adult like me, or I had seemed at first, was pouting for. Of course, my idiocy was quickly over looked as they saw the old man that was my father happened to be doing the same thing.
My dad sure knew how to make a flight quick.
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About three hours after we landed, my father had to go into work, leaving me alone in the house. Naturally, I set to what I'd told my self subconciously to do.
Restart the game and find out what happened.
Of course, that was easier said then done, all things considered. There was the matter of resigning up underneath a new credit card and then transfering my funds from Masquerade I to that account. For a moment, I considered destroying Masquerade, but decided against it. After this whole thing was over, I wanted to have my normal character back.
Then it came to character design which was hell in itself. The main problem I was having was what I would use as a character class. Masquerade I was a Shadow Warlock, and I'd hated being one; I'd felt so limited in what I could do. But at the same time, I enjoyed it because I could use basic healing spells, which often helped out Ella and I.
Scrolling through the choices, I thought about the pro's and con's for each. Tribal Grapplers were a little better, having nice strength, quick attacks and high HP, but their defense was too low in my eyes and they didn't have the skills that I liked. Steam Gunners were fairly similar to Shadow Warlocks, so I quickly left those out. Harvest Clerics were too weak physically, and I really didn't want to stand back and heal my way to saving Ella, which was the same for the Macabre Dancer.
I was more selfish about the Lord Partizan class, deciding that I didn't want to walk around with a gaudy spear that was hard to swing around, but I didn't want a thin sword either, so I quickly left out Blade Brandier as well.
That left me stuck between Twin Blade, Flick Reaper or Edge Punisher, and I really couldn't decide between them.
I sat there for nearly ten minutes, debating over my choice, when I saw the Adept Rogues. At first I was remotely concerned at the fact that they levelled slowly, but the amount of choice I could recieve from them instantly sold me.
After that, I had to consider what I would name the new character. I didn't want it to be obvious that it was me, but at the same time I did want it to be obvious, so that anyone who had gotten close to Ella would know that I was coming, if they had been told that much about me.
I giggled at the thought and leaned my head back, thinking back to when Ella and I were young. We used to envision ourselves as all kinds of things, especially when Ella wanted to play pretend. Often, I would be the hero trying to save her, but the hero was nameless.
Then one night, after Ella had a nightmare, she crawled into my bed and slept with me. It was right at dawn then, and I'd promised her that I'd avenge her by fighting off the scary nightmares until she was old enough to do so on her own.
After that my hero's name was the Dawn Sky Avenger.
With a grim smile, I leaned back to the computer and typed in the name, followed by my password, making sure to alter it just in case Ella had leaked my usual password.
With that typed in, I took a deep breath and pressed the create button, abosorbing myself once again in 'the World.'
