Calixya

Chapter 1Failing Power

Floating in complete darkness, not even seeing his body, Jay felt weird. It felt as if he had been there both an eternity and for an instant. The paradoxical feeling made him frantically look for something to latch on to, something to make time into a reality again. Where was he? Who was he? He remember a conversation with a strangely clad man in a sterile room with nothing but a bed with strange equipment attached to it.

In the distance he saw a minuscule point of light that slowly expanded. He fixated on the point of light as it slowly grew; it expanded into something larger than himself, something that enveloped him in its gentle warmth. The darkness had disappeared and he felt like he was flying down a tubular something made from different colored light streaking by him at enormous speeds. Then everything stopped. He opened his eyes.

Looking around, he was standing in a large room with an arching stone ceiling stretching up far above him. The walls above were more window than wall, letting in glaring rays of sunlight between its decorated stone pillars; the beautiful patterns of climbing vines and flowers looked like they were real, yet frozen in stone.

He wanted to look at himself, but couldn't see any mirrors, so he stretched out his arms in front of him and looked at his hands, the strain almost made him topple. He felt weak. His arms felt strained as if he was holding some enormous weight, yet he wasn't. He could not hold up his arms any longer, letting them drop down at his sides again, panting at the effort. What was going on?

He looked around, seeing other people looking a bit lost, yet grinning. They were most likely also new players. He compared himself with them. They did not seem to have any trouble moving their bodies. Why did he? He had to go ask someone.

Taking a step, or trying to, Jay dragged his foot across the floor, losing balance and fell flat on his face.

Fall Damage

-5HP

You are Stunned

What the..? he thought, lying on the floor, trying to get up, but failing as his muscles screamed out in pain.

He heard a chuckle from somewhere. Someone else laughing slightly. And a voice proclaiming: "It seems like there is another person that put too few Stat Points in Strength. I can't believe people don't understand the implications of their Strength being too low." A cascade of laughter followed the pronouncement.

Jay lay silent, conserving his strength, not caring about what others thought or said. He had more important things to do: like... getting up from the floor.

Why did this happen? I could move just fine when I changed my character stats, he thought, feeling that he couldn't just stay down on the floor in the middle of the room. He looked around slowly, watching the crowds sparsely dotting the humongous room. If he could just get to a wall and prop himself up, he could observe others and see if he could find some answer to his lacking strength.

He soon gave up trying to stand again and began crawling toward the nearest wall. Slowly, but surely, he gained ground. After a few minutes he was at the wall, going up on his knees by sheer force of will. He turned, putting his back to the wall and slouched down, feeling exhausted.

You are no longer Stunned.

He ignored the message, thinking about the future. He knew he had to do something about this; if he couldn't even walk around with his low strength it would make everything he did more difficult by far. I have a feeling this is okay, but why did I not think of this? Or did I and I can't understand the reason why anymore because of my lowered Intelligence? This sucks.

Wanting to look at his status window to try and figure out what he should first do to remedy the situation, he said: "View Status."

Hello, I am your guide to God's Dream. You are currently in the town of Garam's Gorge. If there is anything you need answered just ask me. A childish feminine voice said in his head.