Sword art online: The chronicles Part I.

The world of SAO

A delicate path followed the lead of the intricately planted trees, outlining the finer wild flowers that favoured the left hand side. On the horizon, an array of wild flowers and botanical scenery snagged the eye of the admirer and everything seemed so still, so perfect, so unreal; the perfect marriage of natural beauty and tranquillity. The land was draped in the ominous sound of silence apart from the gentle crisp crunch of grass and leaves under pedestrian foot. Stood under the cool shade of the tree was the ebony headed boy Kirito; he wore a sky blue undershirt and dark denim coloured trousers; he wore maroon straps and beige work boots, as if to assert authority to surrounding people. A look of intense interest adorned his face and the inside layer of deeper emotion seemed to be a mistake and all that was left within him was the intense mystery and independence of his character.
A delightful zephyr rustled his hair and revealed his perfect handsome face; his dark eyes glistened and his tall slender figure leaned gently against the rough bark of an oak tree.
Time passed and the only movement from under that oak tree was the gentle motion of the uplift of Kirito's hair, swaying calmly in the wind. His gaze wondered over the horizon, in hope of something to break his tedious routine. All of a sudden, his gaze was drew to a slender hooded figurine on the horizon, the twinkle of an ornate broach catching the corner of his eye; he did not care for the name but was still somewhat inquisitive.
"I am independent, a lone soldier, I do not need guidance." His statement was selfish but he was consumed by wonder as well as his own admiration. Having decided that his sense of wonder was no match for his stubbornness, he followed the tree entwined pathway to the figures compelling position. Slowly, his eyes met the ebony darkness that concealed the face of the wearer. The cloak was of a magnificent claret and the shining greatness of the ornate broach was of most brilliance when up close. With a humble voice, Kirito questioned "who are you, I can't help but wonder" and cautiously bought his palm level with the broach, ready to undo it to reveal the person who enticed him over. The speaker let loose a quiet but feeble gasp and dismissed his hand; in fear of discovery, the figure fled the voice sticking in Kirito's mind. "That voice was none of male...a girl in SAO, a first for me."