The Colour of the Truth
,,A lie is born from the pure truth of a tale, while the truth seeks it's answer from within Ball of yarn called lie.
Ether way, they can Not exist without one another.
Every tale, every story, every Adventure has his lie within the truth that solidifies it's existenz.
You have to be a bit of a Liar to tell a story the right way of the acceptance of one another.
Cause too much truth confuses the facts, too much honesty makes you incencere.
In a way lie is a means of necessity of within our logical or unlogical interference with the one we subconscious belittle or blatantly understimate, making one selfaware is always the meaningfull way"
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Fate of the Lost ones
In a room fallen with Darkness, while nothing was there, or it should be so, something was visible, something living, something with an identity and a Name.
"Ugh" a certain boy awakens from his slumber, as does the place suraunding of his restless body.
His appearance was as followed with raven black hair and sky blue eyes, only recognizeable on the clear sun, his hair was long and thick like a lion mane and covering his eyes.
Wearing blue trousers and a dark brown jacket that was thethert. With a white shirt with an Angelic symbol of a certain storytelling.
"Where am... No, what is this place- agh..."
While shivering in pain, he lie down again on the cold floor.
With unanswered questions residing in his mind, he couldn't bring himself to shout out a single word from his dry throat.
"Ugh... cough, cough, cough urgh.. huh.."
He "cought" unconditionly cause of the dust floating around, he tried to stand up against the circumstances, but it was in vain.
Amidts the dusty clouds he was trying to get an assessment of the situation he was in.
While checking his suraunding, his eyes stopped for a brief moment. In his unclear vision, he recognized something or someone?
Upon realising he was not lone, another voice echoed through the soundless walls with specks of dust and small clouds.
It was the coughing of a tender voice, a voice with a shallow appearance, gloomy eyes (not realizing his are the same), white greyish hair, emerald green pupils reflecting the heaven and a white one piece dress. There was also a strawhat near her (as if she was on a Hot Summer walk on the beach).
When their eyes met both instantly froze, a couple of seconds gone by after their first encounter, witch felt like eternity for both tried to asses the other, it was silenced by a dull noise.
They both heard another coughing of an Individuum that, was unknown and felt like crying out. And another and another and another..
Till the number reached a total 30 adolescent childrens in their late teens.
Pale from waking up in a dusty room, each of them had a different thought pattern while checking their suraunding and the people around them. Yet, all of them had the same question, while having the same vivid expression....
,,Who are they, Where am I, And who am I ???!!!"
Awakening Part 2
Echoes of Swallow Tail
While still questioning who or why they are here.
Lights filled the room but, it was not a normal light from a light bulb, to be mor accurate it was the radiation of a fire. Several pillars burned on their peak. Yet, only the Center where th Kids were was lit up.
Their suraunding was still covered in cold Darkness.
In this instance something unexpected happened or was it to be expected?
Someone from the crowd stood up?
Someone who had this instance captured the sooner then others?
Someone who can speak proudly in this questionable Situation?
Someone with goldenbrown tender hair Like vanille, with a British appearance.
That someone was
,,Hello, I am hm yeah, yeah right.. that shoud do...
I am Cedric Alden and I'm 16 Jears old.
I do Not know from what situation your all come from but pleas do not panik as long as we are in "here".
With all faces on him
"Say, what do you mean "here" and what exactly is "here."
Shouted someone in the crowd, with a clear face and sharp eyes. As if the answer will change an outcome unkown to others.
Still standing thought Cedric for a moment before he answerd.
,,Well, you could call it another space?" His answer was like, he himself was questioning it. But the next sentence let the first one Look like a joke.
,,I would recomend to Look on your wrist if you want to clear your doubts."
Said Cedric to the crowd still sitting on the ground.
He pulled his arm up and showed a thin braclet that was white, with a small black pearl on top of it.
Cedric added:,, Try it out just Press on it and you understand the meaning behind my action."
Almost everyone checked their their wrist and were shocked! After presseing the black button something strange occurrad on their view, what they could be seen on a normal perspective. It was blocked by a message. That says followed
『Players, you have been invited to
the Lost World as it's savior.
Thanks you for accepting our invitation. You all are now chosen ones.
You receive the status of a Novice.
We will soon Beginn the tutorial
It begins when the first Star falls to the peak of the Mountain.
May you be blessed on your path of enlightment』
"!!!!???"
It was certainly a short message without a certain explaination but the word "have been invited" and "thanks for accepting" was resonating inside their heads like a worm chewing on an apple.
After reading it a second "message" poped up. It was about predetermined class and individuelle Talente witch was even more iritating. Cause it was pre decidet for them, by them personally and by no non affiliated source then, by them themself.
Some fought it was just a dream and they could wake up. Some other was unsure if that was just a prank (of a certain company) with the new 'virtuelle reality frame work MarkV'. And some others were just angry because their status windows would make fun of them(in a bizare way by showing them their talents and commenting below it).
Yet, one think was clear as day no one can escape this dream like place without passing the finshimg line if one exist.
Some cannot cannot comprehand this eerie feeling as if was stabbing them. This sensation of something lacking, like a chill down ones spain, as if the test would answer their demands of knowledge.
And soon the time came. Time of endless chain of the future.
That Time will decide wether they will be found or be the Lost ones!!!