The full moon was high above the sky, yet the rain continued to pour.
Water streamed down the roads, making it harder to move, let alone run from one place to another.
This was the reason the forty-year-old Clifford Ortis stayed standing in front of the thirty-two story building he was working at.
It had been hours since he left the office, but he remained stuck there. He heaves a deep sigh, looking once more at his beat up watch his father gave him.
Its small hands pointed at the eight, while the long one was on the six.
“Thirty minutes before nine,” he mumbles, once again letting out a huff of disappointment. It had a been a tiring day, and he really wanted to take a good rest, especially since it was a Friday. Yet he still could not go home because of the weather. Eyes wandering around, he takes one more look at the large glass window of the nearby electronics store.
He can see a woman on the screen of several televisions, all reporting about the recent disappearance of another student from a prestigious university. A kidnapping? Suicide, or perhaps just a case of a runaway, he thought.
The video then changes, this time showing ice cold cans of those famous energy drinks, held by handsome, well-built young men, confidently displaying their half-naked bodies along with the product. As if telling the viewers its amazing effect and benefits. A grin almost appeared on his face, titillated by those squared chests, together with those beautifully shaped jawlines, going so nicely with their perfectly aligned white teeth. Thankfully, he remained stoic, keeping his admiration to himself. It was not befitting for a professional such as him, especially since he had a reputation to keep.
So, same as before, he buried all those desires within him, making sure none of them with seep through.
He couldn’t risk being found out, not when his family’s name was on the line. He’d rather not cause any kind of disgrace for them. These thought ran so deep inside his mind, he ended up staring into nothingness for some time. Only snapping back into reality when he sensed the abrupt silence that took over from the end of the immense rain.
He looks up into the sky, sighing as he could barely see any stars from the powerful lights coming from the buildings.
Though the heavens remained clear, there was no telling when the next shower will come, with the thing being so unpredictable and all.
So without further a due, he starts walking with long strides, but still taking careful steps in order not to slip from the watery pavement. Yet his speed was not enough to reach the bus stop, knowing another strong downpour was about to go down.
He could feel the wetness of the air, together with the sudden touch of cold droplets now and then, a sign of what was about to come.
He stops for a moment, looking from his left and right. On one side was a straight street, packed with cars from the traffic and commuters rushing to and fro. It was that part where there was not much place for him to seek shelter if he mixes with them, also there was no assurance he’d immediately get a ride with the number of people lining up there.
On the other was a dimly lit park, whereas there were plenty of places to hide from the next shower. Of course, he can’t help but be wary, seeing there was barely anybody there.
Memories of his experiences with such a place flashed before his eyes, causing his skin to crawl. Aware that such an area is a nest for hooligans.
But then again, he wasn’t carrying anything of value at the moment, so he had nothing to lose. All except his life, that is. In the end, he rushes to one of the shabby sheds, his sights continuing to scour the place to make sure nobody is around. He hadn’t even taken refuge under the thing when he’s forced to take a pause, having caught a faint noise from afar.“Somebody! Anybody!”The sound seemed muffled, weak, but enough for him to hear.
Is it real or a ploy? He didn’t have any chance to contemplate, considering the circumstances.
So without a second thought, he moves in search of the owner of the voice, hands already inside his backpack, holding on to the baton he had been keeping there for defense.
Again he hears it. This time it got stronger, closer, and definitely a cry for help. It didn’t take long before he finally pinpointed where the noise was coming from, making all his senses go into overdrive.
Weapon out, Clifford hastens his movement, yet making sure each step remained silent to avoid being noticed. He thought it best to remain hidden, since he still did not know the entire situation.
It didn’t take long before he reached a hedge, frowning upon seeing an immense shade of light looming from the other side. Curious but remaining cautious, he pauses, pushing a part of the large shrub for him to get a glimpse of what was beyond.
It was only when he saw what was going on that his instincts suddenly kicked in, though his mind had a hard time processing it, causing about a minute of pondering.
In the end, he sprang into action, jumping right out into the open.
The male teenager, whom he’d say was about the age of around seventeen or eighteen, was quick to look at him, face lighting up upon seeing him there.
“Help, please! I’m not sure I can still hold on.”
The lad pleads, teary-eyed as he grabbed for dear life.
The youth was floating in midair, grabbing onto a branch to keep himself from flying all the way up into the sky.
An odd light came from a large sigil on the ground, moving in a slow, clockwise motion. This was the first object he notice, as it was the only thing that seemed out of place within that park.
Clifford’s eyes were quick to wander all over the area, checking if there was anything else that may cause this, but the only culprit he could think of was that oddity.
He even went as far as looking up, trying to check if there was a large disc or at least a silhouette of it floating around, but there wasn’t any.
Then an idea came to mind. “Can it possibly be invisible, hidden in some kind of cloaking?”
“What did you do?”
He ends up screaming in panic, as the boy’s grasp slip, causing the youngster to screeching in utter fear for his life.
“I don’t know?”
The teen sobbed, as his feet upright, as if he was being sucked up into nothingness.
Out of time, he swings his baton on the glowing markings to see if he can break it. Nothing. He then waves a hand to check if it had any effect on him. There is none, all except for the thing to change its color from golden to a dim bluish hue.
After throwing a rock into the sky and not seeing any reaction, he takes off his belt, his shirt, and his bag’s strap, tying them all together to make a secure line which he then attaches to a nearby tree before himself.
“Please, mister! Hurry!”
The lad cried out, noticing how the piece of branch he held on snapped, unable to support the tension being given to it.
On Clifford’s first step, he notices a sudden vacuum coming from above. But there is nothing there in which he can see. And it seems he is heavy enough, since there wasn’t any kind of force pulling him up.
It was only when he had completely stepped into the sigil that he saw what was the probable cause of all of it.
Above them was a dark vortex, only visible upon entering the circular glow. He steps out to confirm this, and as he expected, the phenomena can only appear if you were inside of the rotating circle of light.
“I’m slipping!”
The teen screams aloud, prompting Clifford to move into action, all the while disregarding his own safety and the curiosity plaguing him.
He immediately grabs the youth by his arms, grunting as he now experienced the force of the pull. It was so powerful that his feet started sliding, almost causing him to take off with the teen.
It was only thanks to his makeshift line; he remained steady on the ground.
“Hold on, you hear me?”
He states.
The youngster nods, whimpering as he clutched unto him when he hauls him down. He secures the kid into an embrace before taking a step back to get them out of there.
He was certain the marked area was some kind of portal, thanks to all the books he’d been reading. And the only way for them to return to safety was if they can escape the site. Though it sounded simple, the act was by far easy.
He could barely keep his foot on the ground, and each step he took became heavier by the minute. But the brunt of the force and work ended in his hands, as it was the only means he had to move, using the line to pull them out of there.
All the while, he cursed inside his mind, regretting the times he’d skip those upper body exercises at the gym.
He can feel the veins in his arms and forehead popping, calling forth every ounce of strength he had. It became harder to walk the closer they got to the end, causing his hands to become numb from all the tussling.
Sweat continued to streak down his face, this trudging inside his chest continue to increase each inch he’d get nearer to safety. As things were looking good, a sudden surge within the atmosphere cause every hair on his skin to tingle.
His heart nearly stops, sensing the familiar sensation crawling through his spine, being all too aware of that feeling.
“Come forth!”
A loud, female voice echoed out of nowhere. The noise caused a sudden burst of pressure to scatter all around them.
They flinched, knees weakening from the rush. What startled them was the fact the sound didn’t seem to originate from outside, but inside their heads.
Before Clifford can even react, the color of the sigil changes once again, this time turning into a mesmerizing black glimmer. His feet then levitates, as his entire body became weightless. The line he’d secured then gets cut off clean by the ray, completely separating them from anything outside.
“Mister, the rope!”
The lad pointed at the flapping object right in front of them.
They both braced gasp, seeing how the thing which was keeping them anchored was now floating upwards, straight for the dark hole above them.
“Oh, shit! Hold on, kid!”
He hollers, fidgeting to grab anything within the area, but as he was already mid-air, there was nothing else he could do but get sucked up into the large void.
The two of them end up screaming as they enter the vortex. Though swirling, they embrace each other, as it is the only thing they can think of that can make them safe.
Clifford couldn’t close his eyes, his gaze remained watching in sheer horror as they ascended into the sky. He’d say they were about two stories high before they completely got swallowed by it. A mix of blue, black, and bits of gold spiraled all around them, enclosing them inside a whirlpool of light.
Questions rush through his mind. What was happening? Why did this happen to him? Were they going to die now? These things plague him like some broken record. All the while looking at the opening, which was slowly becoming smaller with each minute.
Tears fell from his eyes as his thoughts shifted to his family. What will everyone think? Are they be okay? Worry creeps inside of him as they continuously move farther. Until there are no longer any signs of that gap.
The portal then closes, the sigil disappearing, leaving no trace it ever was there. Pieces of leaves and twigs fall from the sky as the gateway closed up. There was not a sign of what had occurred, all but a bag from the student resting on the ground and the broken makeshift line Clifford made, remaining attach to the tree.
“Why does it feel so cold?”This is the first thing which came into Clifford’s mind. It did not bother him that his entire body remained lightweight. He could not distinguish up from down, turning each time he tried to move, which became his primary concern.From his own perspective, they’d been traversing the swirling vortex for almost an hour. Of course, he wasn’t sure of that, having no way of telling.He couldn’t see much, despite being surrounded by those different colored lights. Neither can he glimpse at the teen he held, as they kept turning. All he knew was that the lad had lost consciousness a while ago.Only when a sudden gust of wind, followed by a freezing chill, that he had to wince from the sensation. He hadn’t even blinked twice, but that certain moment was enough for him to lose sight of things.When he opened his eyes, they were no longer inside the whirlpool of color, instead they now floated in a never ending void of those mixed lights. White and black like curtain
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape as the knight stood before the marching caravan, watching from the cliff of the hill.Sir Malver, a decorated and veteran warrior, headed this group. A man well into his thirties, he was a living testament to the countless battles and skirmishes of the hardships of the land. His once-youthful face now bore the marks of time, with lines etched across his brow and an expression that spoke of wisdom and experience. His beard, a lustrous gray, gave an air of gravity to his already commanding presence.His eyes, a deep-set pair of steely blue orbs, seemed to hold the weight of decades of hard-won knowledge through the years.Though aged, his athletic frame remained, broad shoulders and muscular build still hinted at the formidable warrior. His gait was determined, a reflection of the unwavering spirit that burned within him.Clad in battle-scarred armor that had seen its fair share of combat, the man’s imposing figu
Clifford groaned, stirring himself when he felt his back hit a bump from the sudden jolt on which he laid. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the dim light seeping through a window. The sound of horses’ hooves and wheels rattling against the dirt.As he looked around, he realized that he had fallen asleep. He shivered, having those inkling sensations of teeth on him, remembering the relentless pain and agony he’d experience from the beasts, being continuously gnawed at and teared his body, feeding upon him.It took him sometime to recover from the traumatic event, gathering his thoughts to process his current situation. While staring at his hands, he examined himself, along with the life bar on his side. Thankfully, it was slowly regenerating. His points were now about one-fourth. The wounds he sustained had completely healed. Of course, the pain continued to harbor in his mind.Even if it was traumatizing, a good thing came out of that encounter. He confirme
“So we are in a world with magic, monsters, and mystic beings. And they have there is this leveling system to help us use it, similar to those role playing computer games that we have back home.”Clifford pictured the set up the lad had by making him describe all the options he had, along with how it looked, then comparing it to his own. With that, he finds out that they had totally different systems.His face turned grimed, lips pursing with his brows furrowing from the mystery to why it was like that. Though pondering, he kept his attention on the surrounding people.“We can activate our skills just by thinking about it, so long as you have chosen it and are available. Also, we are only able to use abilities within our class.”Arty, being enthusiastic about his explanation, continued to wave of his hand, pointing his fingers every now in then, probably at the screen of his which remained invisible to others’ vision.Once finished with his preparation, he began chanting. Hands upfron
Quickly going in and out of the bushes, the pack of giant wolves appeared and disappeared whenever convenient, lunging at unsuspecting carriages, then running away back into the forest when a unit responds to the trouble.The monsters attacks were so coordinated, it began tiring the guards, as the men kept rushing to protect every single travelers within the caravan. Also, it didn’t help that night had befallen them, making it harder to grasp their surroundings.The two youngsters and the soldiers were having a hard time fighting the beasts, as they lack the numbers and none of them dared act alone. This was contrary to their opponents, since a single dire wolf was enough to cause chaos and disarray.Both animals and people can ran around in panic, a few got stuck in place, unable to move from the sheer terror. This made defending the convoy much harder, as their forces were being spread too thin as they tried to protect everybody.With a flick and a swish, Clifford opened several
Cries of fear and despair from a young girl, a mother calling in plea, begging for someone to rescue them, siblings coddled together, thinking they were safe if they held on to each other.Havoc had taken over the entire caravan. Merchants continued to vex the guards to help them secure their cargo, while some men took it upon themselves to fight, as they had families to protect. Those who had nothing to lose were lucky enough to escape on their own, running as their life depended on it.Of course, this was what the monsters were aiming for: divide and conquer, a basic instinctive tactic of animals who hunt in groups to catch prey.But through all this state of disorder and confusion, there was one person who remained stagnant, standing steadily like a sentry on the lookout.As dangerous as it was, this has been Clifford’s normal defense mechanism. By removing himself out of the picture, he got a good grasp of the situation from a different perspective.With no emotional attachment
Clifford remained looking at the shattered blade, still processing on the mistake he’d made. He was certain he had increased the weapons’ durability before using it, but cannot get around why it broke.He can’t help but ponder, trying to understand the error he did, coming up with speculations and realization in regard to the limits and capabilities of his system.“Are you well, sir Clifford?”Malver had moved closer to their now celebrated hero, curious as to the reason for his long silence.For the past hour after their encounter, the man had remained silent during their entire walk into the dead of the night, although everyone was in high spirits, celebrating their recent victory.Soldiers continued to talk about the feat as they made their way into the darkness of the forest, yet they no longer showed any hints of fear.Influenced by what they’ve seen, all of them had this renewed energy and courage. Each one becoming much vigilant and active than before.So it became a mystery to
Clifford remains staring at the two youths, quietly observing how they bash and smash one skeleton after the other.There was something quite pleasing and relaxing, seeing how they smiled and laugh while fighting.He can sense that they were enjoying themselves against those weaker enemies, as the creature were not posing much danger at all.Of course, he also took this chance to test out some things, as there was nobody else there. With the soldiers busy guarding the village and Malver taking command of them, it left them to handle the monsters on their own.“You saw that! My healing works against them!”Arty’s voice broke through the silence, letting out an adorable shine with his smile, proud and happy for having defeated a skeleton with the use of his skills.The creature’s animated body crumbled after getting blasted with the green light.Both youngsters did a quick high-five, switching places afterwards to not waste any time.“Nice! I told you. If we keep this up, will finally c