Graal Online Classic

Chapter 2-Graal City

After departing from dockside, Noob had warily dodged the crowds. After scanning the area, he decided he had found the path that lead to Graal City. But at night, the path was dark, and goodness knows what was lurking in the darkness. Nevertheless, Noob was not scared. He had fought spiders, and baddies of the sort, and he would not be put off by the dark. So, wielding his sword, he advanced down the path. Any baddie that steeped in his path, woe betide. For with a swift, clean cut, it was over. After several of these close encounters, he was beginning to tire. But he was in luck, for in the distance he could see a gleaming light, coming from a unidentifiable building. Nearing it, he saw a sign.

Jaypee Daycare

This was a great relief for Noob. He knew for sure they would welcome him with open arms. With his free hand, he knocked on the door. "Welcome to Jaypee Daycare." Said a cheery voice,"What brings you here at this hour?"
"I was wondering if I might stay here the night," replied Noob."You see, I'm travelling to Graal City."
"Oh, I'm sure we could find some room!" Said the lady, identifying herself as Mary, the owner of the daycare.

It was the early morning. Noob had set off early from the daycare, hoping to be in Graal City by noon, and by the looks of it, he would be. Not far in front of him, he could see the outline of buildings in the golden haze of the morning. Although it was early, crowds were still large in their numbers. But he could sense trouble, for coming towards him was a warrior. He had a blade as long as anyone's arm, and he wore a dark helmet. Noob gulped. He had mastered baddy killing, but he had never thought of player killing. He didn't know wether to attack, or pretend not to notice him. Being of the quiet type, he kept his head down and walked past him. But no sooner than he had, he felt a sharp jab in his rib. "And what do you think you're doing?" Said a grim voice.
Noon gasped with the pain to talk,"I...I'm...I'm walking to Graal city."
That was the wrong thing to say.
Like the one he had received before, a blow hit him. Hard. Doubling over with pain, he tried to swing his blood-covered sword. But all motion from his arms were long gone. Another hit knocked him to the ground. Trying to grab onto something, he reached out, grabbing his rivals top. Tumbling down with him he came.
"Nice," he said, "Pretty good, ain't you?"