Suzerain

Arc System. Chapter-5 "Is It Real?"

Is it real, this warmth I feel, the faces I see?

Is it real, this feeling of weightlessness?

Is it real, the nightmare that's tonight?

It can't be, right? My friend is still alive, the message was never there, and I'm going to wake up greeted by the morning sun, sprawled out on the bench near to the ocean completely fine, everything would be normal and I'll head home and my mom will be mad that I got home after her and come to all sorts of conclusions and I won't even listen to her, and just smile as I accept the normalcy that I took for granted.

Warmth graced my face, the warmth that I know could only be sunlight. I slowly open my eyes saying silent prays that I won't be in the blood soak room staring at my insides, but on that simple concrete bench near the ocean.

But the answer to my prays fell short...or should I say fell far? I know I've never been in such a place as this before. The room was beyond luxurious to me. The sun greeted me through the glass door of the patio, gold curtains draped on each side of the door and tied with a black string. A lamp crafted out of albino would and formed into a nine, I didn't see a plug, how does that work?

Next to the lamp was a black marble coffee table on a fluffy white rug accompanied by two ebony chairs, two small teacups and what I assume to be a teapot sat on the coffee table, sizzling, someone was here?

Two vanities sit next to each other angled in such a way that they mirror each other, an opening on the left for what I presume to be the master bathroom. And on the ceiling hold carvings of master designs of a man on a horse leading an army.

I was neatly tucked into what seem to be an extra large California-sized mattress in silky black and gold sheets, behind me there was a black and gold embroidery of a gryphon with the words Jahanian Kaifer in an Arc around it on the wall behind me, but wait I know this symbol

" It can't be." Though I know I've never been here before yet still the room seems vaguely familiar.

"Something wrong milord?"

I dart into the air and back up to the wall. My eyes scour the room for the owner of the voice, it stops on the petit body of a knight in full body black and gold armour and full mask. The was in a meditative position...wait a minute, " Darya?"

" Yes, Milord," she answers. I'm stoned, so stone I scream out loud.

 " What the fuck is going right now!"

Children of Gaia was a game like no other, it wasn't only limited to R.T.S, but ranged to M.M.O.R.P.G. It was a game more like another world, if you will, where one was free to do as the pleases unhindered by shity game mechanics. My friends and I built a little town that grew into a mighty dynasty and as such, we needed to be protected in a game, the game doesn't pause and you can only revive so many times.

I, in particular, had thirteen fearsome loyal warriors that protected me with their lives. The first and most powerful of them was the monk before me Darya Kavaskaama. But that was a game, what she doing here in the real world, or am I still dreaming.

Yes, that must be it, I slap myself hard. No change.

~Slap~ "Wake up!"

~Slap~ " Wake up!"

~Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap~" WAKE UP GOD DAMMIT!"~ Slap Slap Slap Slap.

"Milord stop !" Darya grabs my hand, her full face mask is pulled off. Her small adorable face makes her look like a girl in her early teens and her green study me worryingly. I lose all will as I collapsed and my face in her hands as I come to one conclusion.

"It was real, it was all real."