I woke up today in a field. I remember not how I got there. Upon meeting some old women in their old home, I was reminded of my name.
A very odd name to say the least, but it is my identity for now and always. I was also given the class of Swordsman, or in this case Swordswoman, I don't remember ever training in combat but my victory against the Ogre near the field and the white knight has provided proof of my experience with a weapon.
There are a number of strange looking fiends in this new world. Some work together but they all have a desire to be the one on top, to stay alive and have the other fall beneath their feet. There are also phantoms everywhere I venture, they do not see me or my actions, or do they?
I am learning the harsh truths of death and it's consequences, we are all in this hellish limbo of death after death, after death. I know not of what my journey will reveal, but perhaps it will answer the mysterious connections between living and being hollow.
My victories are great but not incredible, I may have a long ways to go before I am even remotely close to being powerful. I hope to write again in time, if I ever live that long.
- SHAKIRAshakira
