Saeya

A Start

Screams of agony could be heard from two boys who stood near the fallen man. They had just joined a caravan of beginners who were on the verge of there tenth monster subjugation. These novices had started out like all beginning players of Seaya, in thier respective country's Willowshire.

Each Willowshire differed from one country to another based on landscape; however, one particular element always stayed the same no matter which Willowshire you visit: monsters. Monsters were creatures coded into Seaya to endlessly spawn, in order to be cannon-fodder to the players who killed them. Sometimes, the role switches, and the players become cannon-fodder to the beats, whereupon the monster's level rises.

This particular Willowshire is located in the northern quardrant of England territory. It contained heavy forests filled to the brim with a variety of brustling oaks and spruce trees, wherein lurked many of unique monsters to the area. The monsters that endlessly spawned within the boundary of the forest were akin to the animals that could be found in reality, with most of there behavioral traits intact, and the only exception being the change in mind to, mostly, hound the player till either the player or monster dies.

These band of novices were still arrogant of there capture a couple days before. Now, believing that they could take on beats not akin to there level and skill, they headed deeper into England's Willowshire, whereupon they met a monster known as Deereph. Deereph held high pride of their elegant deer-like stature with fur for blades, that could quickly cut down the unsuspecting novice enticed by its beauty. Thier pelts go for a high sum in Seaya's market, as they make good armor or even coated weapons.

The average level among these freshies was around level 20, which is not a suitable level for this area. However, the two young men that accopianed them to the bloody ground created by the Deereph did not budge from thier spot to help the men who thought that virtual reality would protect them from pain. Pain is simulated into Seaya; however it is dulled to an extreme so as to not induce any trauma amount players. That does not mean, however, that the pain of death cannnot be felt, it is always felt in the players as they take thier last breaths before they respeawn that the Save City.

These two young men had only started the game seriously recently, but have amassed an average level of 17 between the two. One was a class of wizard, given to those who wish for something that does not exist or just do not register with the IGS system well. This wizard had the height and look of the average 15 year-old, only difference is his look of a game avatar. The looks of avatars are always different from person to person, no one has  the same look of avatar. The young wizard had wavy black hair where a few loose strands dip upon his brow, slanted amber eyes coated with various types of orange and red, and covered with steel-plated glasses, ears that were slightly pointed, and skin tanned from Seays's coded sun. His garb contains a long purple robe with silver trimming that hung to his knees, fitted by a cedar leather belt holding various substances within the bags it holds. On his feet were dark brown leather boots accented with swirls of light tan, worn by the multiple treads from the Save City to Willowshire. In his hand held a long staff shaped by four twirling branches of World Tree, and held by a red crystal at the top that seemed to swirl with fire. If a person were to look at the staff closely they would see a glittering of many crystals of varying color embedded within the long staff part of the staff.  Despite his young age and level, this young man held a air of elegance and dignity of the finest nobelman.

Then his companion is an unordinary existence known as a Joker, or a person that could not the IGS system had trouble identifying. To the tell the existence of a Joker from other players is the pupils of their eyes which are shaped in either hearts, spades, clovers, or diamonds. The companion had a spade for the pupil with various greens around as his iris. Despite being slightly younge than his friend, he had the height of 5'8," and the apearence of a sixteen year old. His hair consisted of mostly long, wavy brown hair with additional gold and amber accents. His appearance was that of a human, only with slightly differing eyes and hair. He wore a light armored boots with brown pants laced with gold thread, a shirt that is green laced with amber, and long gloves that swirl around his arms, making for almost a tattoo like design.      

One of the novice caravan saw the two standing on the sidelines, observing with no emotion in thier eyes only observance. This novice was on the brink of dying,  as to not face the Level Penalty, extended his arm up from the ground toward the two and yelled: "Your part of our caravan, arn't you? Don't just stand there like idiots, help us!"

The wizard and the Joker looked at the man with not pity or fear, but an overwhelming calmness, the wizard stared into the man's eyes and inquired, "Why should I help people who were using us as sacrificial bait in the first place?"

The man looked stunned,"Ho—we never thought to use you, we only thought to a lesson on scouting and—"

Creul laughter could be heard from the Joker, "Your dead leader over there," he pointed at the scattered EXP,"was not so suttle in his "use" for us."

"That—well your still going to face the Level Penalty too. The Dereph is agroed, therefore, therefore yo—" A staff that was pointed at its tip with a steel sickle penetrated the dirt near the man's head. The wizard was about to say something, as the last of the fighting men died scattering EXP everywhere. The Level Penealty, whenever someone "dies" in game they can lose up to 3 levels worth of experience, depending on the level of the player. The higher the level the lower the level penalty effected the player. The Dereph faced the two boys and the man,  drunk up the EXP, then charged for the three.

As the Dereph got closer, the boys looked at each other both in silent agreemen. The Joker picked up the man lying on the ground, exhausted out of mana, then threw him toward the Dereph yelling, "become our sacrificial lamb." As the Dereph was distracted but he man who was now screaming from pain, the two ran away to the peace area at the end of the forest. The caravan of novices had traveled quite deep into England's Willowshire, so escaping the Dereph will be quite a feat.

The boys run toward the edge of the forest the Dereph following at thier tails. Suddenly, both a scream could be heard from the air. This was a blessing to the boys as the Dereph was suddenly distracted by the scream. The boys continue running, thanking God for giving them this chance, not bothering to look behind them, to see the falling angel from above.