Running through tight alleyways excitedly in ruffed-up clothes and carrying a small backpack, was a young man who had just woken up on his birthday having just turned eighteen.
Though the boy's excitement didn't stem from his birthday as it meant little to him, a young boy orphaned at a young age grew up in the slums with a life filled with violence, his birthday though... did mean something else.
It meant he could finally enter Avalon... a new Realm separate from Earth where people fought monsters and completed trials and quests to level up and gain strength, Avalon had been the boy's dream since he discovered what it was: An opportunity.
A place for an orphan to find purpose and strength so he wouldn't have to suffer the evils of society.
Though the boy had lost any love for the people under the banner of humanity he still carried with him friendship, though this friendship was with a small white Fox whom he carried in the bag on his back.
The boy couldn't help but smile when he finally reached where he was heading towards.
In front of him stood a tall blue whirling portal that seemed like it was trying to devour the world with its twisting color.
Nobody was around to celebrate the occasion of the boy taking his first steps into Avalon which left the area in a calming atmosphere for the boy as he checked his bag one last time.
Inside the bag, the boy could see a sleeping white fox, a dirty glass bottle with something black twisting inside, and finally a rag wrapped around two rusted knives. He didn't bring food with him as he could not afford any, but he did carry a canteen with him in case he found drinkable water. He had filthy torn-up clothes, but he knew that would soon be fixed.
Taking a deep breath, the boy stepped into the whirling blue portal, and as he did... everything turned black.
Starting to panic, the boy tried to move but soon found that he couldn't. He would have started panicking more if the text didn't start appearing within his eyes.
[New Initiate loading...]
[Initiate Party Size: 3]
[Loading Records...]
Name: [Fate]
Race: [Homunculus (Avarice-gene)]
Affinity: [Solace]
Class: [---]
Skill Slots: [---] [---] [---] [---] [---]
Class Skills: [---]
Race Skills: [Identify(inferior)] [Flames of Avarice(inferior]
[Records Loaded]
[Connecting Party Records...]
[Records of Initiate Lupa Loaded]
[Records of Initiate Leach Loaded]
[Party Records Loaded]
[Please Name your Party:]
"A name?" The boy named Fate muttered as he smiled. "Dawn-Shard, name the party Dawn-Shard."
[Starting Descent of Party: Dawn-Shard]
With those last words appearing in his eyes, Fate felt his world go blank for a split second before he felt his feet on the ground again.
Opening his eyes Fate could only make a small gasp in surprise before letting out a maniacal smile.
"Well... ain't this gonna be fun..."