Rise Of A Monarch

Quest To Become Strong (1)

'It's hot...' The world around me was a brilliant orange, the agonizing sensation of fire across my skin was the only feeling I felt. It burned. I wanted to scream out to the world, but my throat was dry of all moisture as I lay within the burning house.

Bandits. They pillaged the village, the one I had lived in all my life. They took the resources that the adults worked so hard for... And they killed the men and took the women and children. In a way, I was lucky. Mom had hidden me in the closet just before they burst into the house. I don't think I'll ever see her again.

I couldn't help but think how unfair this seemed. Why did they do this. Why did they burn down our village, plunder our belongings, and kill and steal... It's not fair. If I was strong, I could've prevented this. I could've saved my mother, my friends, the kind adults who I knew all my life... It wasn't fair.

The fire around me was steadily growing, threatening to consume me and everything around. There was no doubt, this was the end... But.

[Would You Like To Become A Player]
[Yes/No]

This screen. It seemed like an hallucination. After all, how could something so strange like this happen.

[If you do not accept, your heart will stop in 0.2 seconds]

But something within me said it was real. An overwhelming urge to accept... And so I did.

[Congratulations!]

[You Are Now A Player!]

And then it was dark.

******

"It's all burnt down. What a horrific sight." Dew, a Huntsman graduate from the esteemed Beacon Academy stared at the scene in front of him with a mournful look. A village that has lust it's luster, the wooden walls to houses charred to a crips, signifying a fire. There was also a smell. The smell of burnt wood... And the smell of charred flesh.

Dew made his way through the village, taking his time to thoroughly investigate, leaving no houses untouched. The occasional sight of bodies burned beyond recognition made the situation worse. His time as a Huntsman had made him grew dull to scenes like this.

Eventually, he came upon the final house. Like the others, everything was burnt, but a scene surprised him. A single room that seemed completely untouched. In it, a boy no less than 14 was laid on the floor unconscious.

"Someone's alive?!" He quickly rushed over, gently pressing two fingers atop the boy's wrist. The steady thumps of his pulse made Dew sigh in relief. But at the same time, confusion as he looked around the room. Strangely, the room, along with the boy smelt of fire, but yet not a single thing in the room looked burnt. As much as he wanted answers, he needed to take this boy to safety.

"Kid, are you awake?" He gently shook the boy. No response. He opted to pick him up and sling him over his shoulder, making his way out the house and towards the end of a village.

Dew reached into his pocket, pulling out a scroll and dialing a number. "This is Dew, I'm requesting a Bullhead at XXX. I have one person with me who might need medical treatment."

****

It... didn't hurt?

My eyes snapped open, a gasp escaping my lips as I sight up. Walls of pure white greeted me, the room filled with various medical tools and the smell of antibiotics. I was in a hospital.

I looked down. I knew that my clothes had been burnt to a significant degree, but I was now dressed up in a hospital gown and white pants. But the real question is.