10:45 Monday Morning.
A young, unusually white haired boy tossed and turned in his sleep. He was dreaming of the morning that would come once he finally woke up. He did so and yawned peacefully, muttering something to himself and slowly getting out of bed. Looking over at the primitive clock on his wall his eyes opened wide and his breath hitched.
'Shit! I'm so late!'
Unkin thought to himself as he desperately raced around his room, throwing on his clothes before running out the door. He was grabbed by his mother as he left and she forced him to eat breakfast.
He ate as quickly as possible and ran out of the wooden house they lived in. He looked around, hopefully for the last time, the farm he was raised on. Seeing sheep, cows and chickens running around in their respective pens. Plentiful crops lined the fields as well, yellow corn and bright red radishes gave the dull green field a pop of colour.
After a few minutes of running he finally arrived at the forge, a black-walled area at the Center of his town. It was one of many around the country, nothing at all unique, but it's heat burned hotter than anything Unkin thought possible.
The bright red flame at the Center provided heat and light to the entire town and it was obvious how. The air around the flame was distorted so much from the heat that you couldn't see anything on the other side from where you were.
Unkin took a short rest on the stairs near the entrance of the forge, waiting for the town's blacksmith to approach him. He rested for a while and the blacksmith came out from his office inside the forge, approaching the young man with a somber look on his face.
"Come, boy"
Unkin silently followed the tall, muscular man into the office that he had come from. Seeing a dimly glowing anvil in the Center of the room, he felt a jolt of excitement travel through his body. The jolt happened again as the blacksmith handed him a small piece of glowing hot metal.
"Hold this."
The boy slowly wrapped his hand around the boiling metal he could feel it singe his skin but he increased his grip on the ring-shaped object. He felt a piece of something drain from his hand, he knew that the process was complete and handed the metal back to the blacksmith.
"You know the procedure."
The man picked up the ring with his calloused palm and placed it on the anvil, picking up his remarkably ordinary hammer and bashing it several times until it became a flat slab of metal.
It suddenly began to glow blue, getting brighter and brighter until all the colour suddenly drained and the metal disintegrated into thin air.
"You know the procedure. I assume you know the colours?."
"…"
Unkin remained silent, nodding his head slowly with gritted teeth. A hand reached out and gripped his shoulder, he looked up into the face of the blacksmith. He looked slightly sympathetic, almost like he could understand the pain that Unkin would go through in the next sentence.
"So that means you know that blue makes you a swordsman? A.. completely unremarkable swordsman.. I'm sorry kid, truly"
"…"
He stayed ever silent.
'So I'm just a swordsman..'
"As everyone knows, you don't want to be a swordsman. You've got nothing remarkable at all. All you have are your natural skills with a sword."
Unkin's eyes turned a dark shade of blue, symbolising his awakening as a swordsman. But most people would rather stay as they were before than become a swordsman.
The colours were known by everyone. Red is a warrior, Yellow is a mage, Purple is an assassin, Green is a brawler, Orange is ranger and Blue is swordsman. All 5 other classes had unique abilities that you could gain once you awakened.
But as a swordsman you didn't even get any sword experience, everything you do has to be achieved by training. Because of this swordsmen were looked down upon by all other classes, most swordsmen died in battle. Those lucky enough not to die learned very quickly that combat was not for them.
Only one swordsmen ever reached a high position in society, but he was quickly killed by a group of other classes as soon as he became recognised for his skill.
"So boy. What kind of weapon would you like? A katana? Or perhaps a long sword? Perhaps both?"
"…"
"Ahh. You're that mute boy aren't you? The one everyone talks about."
He nodded.
"Is it true you never learned to speak?"
He shook his head.
"Well I'll leave it at that then. I've got an idea, just write down what you'd like on this sheet of paper, if you can write of course."
The blacksmith handed over a piece of old paper and a primitive attempt at a pen over to Unkin. He wrote down '2x Katana's'.
"Two katanas huh? You're a ballsy one that's for sure. Any reason why you want two?"
He wrote down. 'In case one breaks'.
"Not a bad reason boy, I'll get on that right away. Go wait outside and I'll have your weapons to you in a few minutes."
He mimed a thank you and swiftly left the office, standing awkwardly outside by the fire.
Two boys who Unkin was friends with walked over to him, they were also there to become awakened.
"Hey man, let's see those eyes-"
He stopped talking quickly after looking into Unkin's eyes. Seeing the dark blue pools of colour, highlighting his weak class.
"I'm sorry man."
"Yeah really, you should probably go home though man."
The two boys continued to express their sorrow towards him for a while until the blacksmith walked out to give Unkin his weapons.
"Here you go kid, try not to die okay? You ever need another one of those I'll be happy to make you one."
He beckoned the other two boys into the office and Unkin walked out of the forge. Holding back tears that would've been evaporated by the forge. He couldn't hold back and a few tears rolled down his cheeks as he walked, he looked over at the looking blue portal staring him down from the far side of the town.
The portal was the only way to travel to the sky island, the area that adventurers had to protect. Demons roamed the sky island, and the adventurers had to protect the mainland from being invaded by the demons.
So adventurers go to the sky island to clear out demons and prevent any from accessing the portals connecting to the mainland. But there were so many demons that more people had to go up to account for the increase in demonspawn. Every year the amount of people needed seemed to double, and now the mainland was running out of people to send.
With this knowledge In mind Unkin stepped into the portal outside the forge, feeling the strange energy twist every molecule and atom of his body as he was transported to the first area of the sky island. The tutorial zone.
This area was set up by the humans to allow new adventurers to catch a break and team up with others. And as Unkin walked in everyone who saw his blue eyes tried to not make eye contact with him.
He sat by the large, translucent wall that prevented anyone from accessing the main sky island. He looked up at the timer on the wall that showed how long it would be until they could all go through the gate and access the island.
His mindless gazing was interrupted by a hulking red eyed man making his way over towards him, sitting down and cracking the floor slightly. He glared intensely at the far smaller Unkin, so intense that he felt as if the warrior could stare directly into his soul.
"Swordsman. Come."
'Who am I to say no.'
The two stood up and a surprising amount of people looked over at the large warrior and the smaller boy next to him.
As they walked Unkin got a Better look at the Brutish man. He had a large brown beard and no hair on his head. His eyes shone bright red, contrasting his relatively ugly face. He had an extremely muscular build that should be expected from him at 6'7".
"So kid. This is the group you're going to be in. It's my group. You don't get to say no, you are a swordsman after all."