what to do

[Sinbad]

What was this?

Laying facing the ever so blue sky, her eyes couldn't help but waver. It was so blue. It was so calm. So peaceful. Nothing like the world that she was used to living in. There was absolutely no noise except for the rustling of the leaves and the whistling of the wind in her ears. Her eyes slipped closed for a second and she took a moment to take in the world around her. It was so nostalgic almost like a dream. A part of her wanted to dismiss this all as what it was, just a dream that she could eventually wake up from. But it wasn't a dream, was it?

Opening her eyes, she let out a sigh of irritation. That is the first thing that a non-rational person would think of. It was all a dream and eventually they'd wake up so they'd resort to things to wake their real self up, maybe jump off a rock or something or injure themselves. It was all stupid but she couldn't help but tug at her skin once or twice to see if she'd feel anything, which she did and it hurt like hell. 

Waving the dirty wood-rotted spear in her hand, she watched the movements against the air. It all felt so natural almost like the spear was an extension of her own body. She lowered it so that she would be able to admire the craftmanship. It was a really shoddy work almost like the person who designed it didn't even put any heart into it. What a boring work, wasn't it? And why did she wake up in the middle of this field underneath a tree? Looking up, the tree was rather beautiful.

The leaves were a rather healthy shade of green and they made a canopy over her head shielding her from the suns rays which peeked through the cracks giving her warmth against the cool winds. A small smile formed on her lips as the irritation that settled into her bones idly melted away. For a moment, she felt peace. Not the type of peace that came with being in a nice bath or waking from a nap, the type of peace that came with just being alive.

The question that lingered in her mind though was simple.

What do I do now? 

i can steal my own crown

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE

[Sinbad]

Weighing all of the options in her head, she began to formulate a few ideologies. The first thing was true, she was an Assassin whose subclass was Berserker and her crafting class was Blacksmith. It was the same when she played the game 'Elder Tale'. Everything in this game was similar to Elder Tale, and the sneaking thought that trailed into her mind was 'how did I get here'? No matter how hard she thought on it no thoughts came and the momentary peace was broken by the irritation. She growled and clenched her hand around the spear before collapsing to the ground in a huff. 

What point was there in getting so riled up? She had already checked the character menu and the 'Log Out' button was nowhere to be seen. She could feel pain after she had pinched herself so that meant she was alive. She was alive inside of a game. That sounded like some storybook idea to get readers interested. Sad to say, she'd probably have bought that book too. Pushing herself into a sitting position, she placed her hands on her knees and sat her spear inbetween her legs to lean against her shoulder.

If she was an Assassin then that meant she'd have to probably learn how to work with being an Assassin. What were the kinds of things that Assassins did? How did they get about with their normal days? Times like these, she wished that she had paid more attention in class rather than just playing tricks on the teacher and eating the occasional snack while scribbling a bit of her homework down. Looking towards the crystalline blue sky, the possibilities were as endless as it was. 

With that thought in mind, she knew that if she wanted to do something then she'd have to strive for it no matter how far it was. Standing to her feet, she grabbed her spear and made her way from the tree. Being stationary wasn't really her thing, it was actually very boring. Besides, her stomach was growling and her weapon of choice was poorly made. That only meant she'd have to gain money and trinkets to be able to make it and forge a new path for herself.

After all, the possibilities were as endless as the sky itself.

i can steal my own crown

(C) ELLIE @ GANGNAM STYLE