[SYSTEM 66 ACTIVATION COMPLETE]
The words vibrated through the air, wrapping Cithrel in a glow of light. Suddenly screens began to appear right before her eyes.
A menu; a status screen; dialogue waiting for action to be taken.
Screens piled on each other. Until a final one appeared. It flashed red as it waited for a action to be taken.
[PLEASE SELECT A FILE]
Cithrel looked down at the empty ones.
[FILE 1 - EMPTY]
[FILE 2 - EMPTY]
[FILE 3 - EMPTY]
She reached out, swiping at the screen. [FILE 1] blinked before the screen disappeared. Now it was time for her to set up a name.
"Just get through this and then log out."
Cithrel was eerily calm, as if she hadn't faced some mad God bent on having her killed; or like she was lost in an abyss that made no sense. She focused on what was in front of her, the game at hand. She hadn't liked Bloodrim before, and nothing was going to change her mind now.
[NAME: Cithrel Nightgale]
She had always liked choosing her name first, before anything else. It seemed that this strange place had known that. Cithrel pushed the dialogues aside, confused by the mere thought of them and what they could mean.
As she searched, she couldn't find the screen to let her pick her race or class.
"Tsk."
She knew she had a reason to dislike the game.
Soon, a stats screen appeared.
[Strength] [0]
[Dexterity] [0]
[Constitution] [0]
[Intelligence] [0]
[Wisdom] [0]
[Charisma] [0]
(Stat Points: 18)
Cithrel considered what she needed to do. What skills would she get if she put stats in only strength? or any of the others? She rarely did that, as she didn't think herself foolish.
But still, she stood stumped as she knew even less about the game then she would admit. She had barely glanced at anything, expect for the beginning.
She pinched her nose, cursing the obscure Ievis Faedi for creating such a thing. And including a so-called God that sprouted nothing but nonsense. Though, Cithrel found herself more confused on the concept of there being a God in Bloodrim.
The one clear fact she had was that none of the NPCs worshipped anyone.
With a swipe of her hand, the stats screen disappeared and soon, all that was left was the dialogue.
[Welcome, Adventurer, to a world of dungeons, magic, and creatures! Maidens fall from the sky, casting mana throughout the lands. While bachelors allow for that mana to be used. Without either, the other can not exist.]
[Make Bloodrim your home away from home. Conquer dungeons and become the master of them all; go on quests to save damsels in distress or to heal a town from its disease; or fight dragons and unlock the secrets they hold. No matter what you do, we have it.]
[And if you want a challenge, then fight against these NPC beliefs and become a God that rules them. With no limits, your adventure awaits. Are you ready?]
She was far from being ready to enter this game. Had Cithrel been able to pick, she would have chosen any other. But for her, there was no choice.
Before she could go in either direction her world changed and she began to fall.
From abyss to a wide open space, Cithrel fell through the sky. Puffy white clouds blocked her view for only seconds and then it disappeared. Like a phantom she passes through the floating islands.
The depths mean nothing and the half-elf has little time to take in the beautiful scenery. From the towering mountains where dragons roast, to the floating ideas of indefinity possibilities, she continued to be just out of reach of each one.
Faster and faster she fell.
One blink.
A waterfall barely reaches her vision before its stolen away. This time, she doesn't fall through an floating island but the land itself. Here, it is revealed that the game itself it built in a tower style.
Seconds stretch, feeling as if its been minutes since she became confined within a earthy ground. Then it was gone and no longer did she fall through a blue-ish sky.
Hell-fire burned, smoke rose in the air, and screams of agony screeched about. Large mass of black marched on the ground she was quickly approaching. This sent a heart-racing, thrill chilling, shiver through her.
This was what she wanted.
Fire. Death. Destruction.
Just when she thought she found a place destined soul-ly for her, Cithrel world was stolen. She passed quicker through it. It became an illusion that was ripped away, her heart shattering.
Cithrel closed her eyes as she waited for the final touch down and so no more dreams would shatter in an instance. If she couldn't see it, then Cithrel couldn't believe that her dream world was just out of reach.
And once she managed to make it to the ground, she vowed to log out in an instance.