Chapter 4; The Arrival of the First Queen
In the land of Myr, a girl, barely thirteen, blinked open her clear blue eyes. Ragged grey clothes clung to her thin frame, her fluffy white ears twitching as she took in her surroundings. "Huh?" she whispered, a breathy question hanging in the air. "Am I… still alive?" The biting chill of her recent ordeal still clung to her memory, a stark reminder of the near-death experience she had just endured.
Then, bam! A tidal wave of memories crashed over her, washing away her immediate concerns like sandcastles on a stormy beach. Her eyes glazed over, her body stiffening like a statue caught mid-pose. For a moment, she was lost in the swirling vortex of another's life, a kaleidoscope of experiences flooding her senses. Then, with a series of rapid blinks, she snapped back, her mind reeling. "Huh? What… what were those?" she was surprised, staring at her hands, her thin body. A slow smile spread across her face as understanding dawned on her.
She stood, a tentative hand reaching up to touch her ears, the soft fur surprisingly familiar. "Unbelievable!" she breathed, a giggle escaping her lips. "I didn't die! Those were… her memories. I… I transmigrated!"
The memories painted a vivid picture: Myr, a land teeming with mythical creatures, martial arts and magic, a world of humans and fantastical races. A world of wonders, of breathtaking landscapes and enchanting places. Her eyes sparkled, a far cry from the weak, near-dead girl she'd been moments before. A surge of excitement and a newfound sense of purpose pulsed through her veins, replacing the fear and uncertainty with a burning desire to explore this fantastical world.
Just as she was grinning ear to ear, still in disbelief over her transmigration to this fantastical world, a flicker of something else caught her eye – a shimmering, translucent panel hovering at the edge of her vision. "What… is that?" she murmured, reaching out a tentative finger, expecting nothing.
The panel expanded, revealing a familiar interface, and a gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes widened, then narrowed in disbelief, before bursting into unrestrained laughter. The sound echoed strangely loud in the desolate, snow-covered landscape, a stark contrast to the silence that had previously held her captive. "Hahahahahahaha!" she roared, tears streaming down her face, a mix of shock, relief, and pure, unadulterated glee.
"It's… it's the game!" she exclaimed, her voice still trembling with laughter. "Queen of Queens! The game I played back on Earth… it's here with me!" The loneliness that had threatened to engulf her moments before vanished, replaced by a surge of joy. "I thought I was completely alone," she whispered, a touch of awe in her voice. "But the game… It pitied me. It followed me here!"
A wave of excitement washed over her as she explored the familiar interface. The details flooded back to her mind – a game dominated by women, a matriarchal society where female heroes and troops dominated the battlefield. Even the worker class, though including some older man and a few men, was predominantly female. You need to complete missions for rewards, gather resources, and earn gold, the ever-important currency that unlocks everything from equipment and troops to powerful heroes. This wasn't just survival; it was a chance to build an empire, a kingdom of her own, in this fantastical new world. A grin stretched across her face, wider than before. The game wasn't just a companion; it was her ticket to success in Myr.
A mischievous glint sparked in her eyes. "Does that mean you want me," she mused, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "The first queen in a world ruled by kings? It sounds… exhilarating." She imagined the power, the control, the thrilling prospect of leading a kingdom of her own.
She raised a hand, a lightness in her movements she hadn't felt before. It wasn't just physical; it was a lightness of spirit, a sense of boundless possibility. "So this is freedom," she whispered, a thrill coursing through her veins. "This is what it feels like… to do anything you want."
On impulse, she reached out, her hand instinctively grasping towards the distant, snow mountain. She trembled, but it wasn't from the cold, nor from fear. It was pure, unadulterated excitement. The power thrumming beneath her fingertips, the potential for greatness stretching before her, was intoxicating.
A decisive smile settled on her face, replacing the playful grin. "I," Sally… no," she murmured, shaking her head. "I, Freyne," she looked around at the vast, snowy expanse, a sense of ownership blooming in her chest. "I, Freyne Frost," she declared, her voice ringing with newfound strength and purpose. "I will be the first queen to rule a kingdom in the history of this world!"
Her voice, clear and strong, echoed across the snowy plains, carrying the weight of her ambition, the promise of her reign. And as the words left her lips, a strange phenomenon occurred. The falling snow, as if in response to her proclamation, began to slow, swirling gently around her, forming a dazzling, crystalline vortex. It was as if the very air, the very snow, "listening" and "celebrating" the arrival of their Queen, the Queen.
"The Queen of the Northern Cold Lands."
Story continues…