"Sarah...
"Sarah, where are you...?
"Wait... don't cry. Please, don't cry. I'm right here. I'm right here right beside you! Sarah, I'm right–
... here..."
That's what the young man was thinking just seconds before he shifted to the other world. He was there, watching his bride weep at the bridge at his sudden disappearance. He was confused as to why no one could see him. But he was more concerned for his love...
But that would be the least of his concerns once he stops and looks around him. Because now, he's not in his own world anymore. Now, he had entered another.
Heraphis, the world of warriors. The world called to him, and he unknowingly answered. Now, he would have to take responsibility for actions he never even knew he commited...
.
.
.
.
.
Michael McVaille was a knight. And a really well-known and good one, too, at that. And he was going to marry his childhood sweetheart, Sarah Durine. At least... that was the plan.
However, just minutes before their wedding ceremony, the whole wedding staff and all the guests got into a frenzy when Michael suddenly disappeared. The groom had gone!
But he wasn't! Michael was confused when the people passed him by as if he were wind. But not long after, he finally found himself fading away. Not from existence, though. No. He was fading from HIS world to appear in another.
Before he knew it, he found himself in a small village in the world called Heraphis. And soon enough, he realized just how quickly he had to act by then.
Because in this strange world of warriors, World Shifters were never really welcome.
(2 years later)
A young man in a cloak slowly lifted a dagger from a stand displaying more of the weapon. The one in the young man's hand was a bit different, however. It was a curved dagger, and it's handle was coated in gold that shimmered under the sun. A snake crept up the handle towards the blade, and — ironically — on it's skin, purple butterflies made of what seems to be small amethyst jewels rested. All in all, the dagger gave the aura like that of a cat, swift and cunning, yet so fragile if ever attacked.
It didn't take long before the young man's attention was diverted. And done so by the loud ring of a girl's voice through the crowd.
"MI-KA-E-LIS!!!" Out from the crowd in the market, a small lady sprung through them, sliding through like a street lizard while behind her, another young man struggled to follow.
"Petra! Stop running, for goodness' sake! Don't you ever run out of energy?!"
Petra, the girl who had been running earlier, only turns back to the young man chasing her before sticking her tongue out. "Don't you mean YOU always run out of energy, Phillip?!"
Michael, who had been the same young man inspecting the dagger earlier, sighs then turns to the two approaching him, one faster than the other. "Phillip, just leave Petra be. And Petra... for the LAST TIME, it's Michael, not Mikaelis."
"Meh, same thing." Petra shrugs and wears a careless look on her face before she suddenly finds herself trying to catch something tossed to her. "Wo-woah!" She struggles, but a second or two later, she finally catches it to see a sheathed dagger, it's handle shining with a golden snake and purple butterflies. "Woah, what's this?!" she asks, her eyes quickly sparkling upon seeing the weapon.
"A dagger," Michael replies before turning back to the stall to check the other weapons. "I chose it for you so you wouldn't have to trouble yourself about it." Though, even Phillip knew, that the real reason Michael already chose a weapon for Petra was because she had a tendency to choose overly expensive or attention-catching weapons when given the opportunity to do so.
Eventually, Phillip would also join him in looking for new weapons to use in their quests.
It had been 2 years now since Michael shifted to Heraphis. Since then, he was able to create a small group of wandering warriors, had gone on quests with them, and had continued to live his life here... at least, as much as he tried to. It's been two years now, but the image of the love of his life crying over his disappearance hasn't left him at all. And so, he remained haunted by his past.
Meanwhile, his current group consisted of only two warriors so far: Petra Laine and Phillip Vinstor.
Petra Laine was a cunning one with a strange background. Michael had found her in a village burned down by bandits. But she had always been odd, probably even before Michael ever found her. In fact, she acted more like an assassin rather than the sort of warrior Michael was expecting to find. She was quick, stealthy, and sharp when in battle. However, once in a safe place, she's more like a child one — that would be Phillip — would have to babysit and watch over all the time to make sure she doesn't cause any trouble.
Phillip Vinstor, meanwhile, was a knight himself. He had come from a wealthy and prestigious background, but after he had run away from home, his background and name now meant nothing to him. Instead, he dedicated his time to his group, assisting Michael and taking care of Petra, and joining the two in their quests and battles.
Now, the group of three had made it in the town of Grevis, famous for it's well-made, almost-invincible weapons and beautiful, fragrant flowers — a perfect place for men and women alike to visit. And for now, this would be the best place for them to stop at and rest. It was the safest, too, after all. Inn owners around this town were known to be honest in their work, and confidential when it comes to their customers' information. If anyone were ever to come look for either one of them, they would not be able to find them here.
"We'll stop here," Michael announces to the other two as he stops infront of a decent-looking inn. Behind him, Petra and Phillip had quickly stopped annoying each other at the sound of their group leader's voice.
Petra looks up at the inn, scanning it. However, a second later, her eyes widen and she freezes, a horrified look soon appearing on her face.
"Petra? Petra!" Phillip quickly shakes the girl when he notices her state. It quickly pulls her out of trance, but her fear still seems to remain as she turns to him.
"W-what?" she asks, trying to act normally.
A confused expression forms on Phillip's face. "What do you mean? You were staring at the inn weirdly a while ago–"
"Was I?! Ahahaha! Oh, shut up, Phillip! I was just inspecting it! After all, you never know!" She pats the young man's shoulder, and shortly after, she quickly follows Michael inside just as the latter was entering.
Phillip is only left standing outside with confusion showing on his face. "Something...
"Something's off."