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"Get off me! Let... go!" the blonde-haired teen yelled, trying to free
himself from his attackers and run. They were too fast and strong though.
After all, they were all adults, while he was only sixteen.
"You've betrayed us for the last time, Masata! Leave, and never come
back!" a tall, black-haired man yelled at the blonde boy, throwing him
outside the gates leading to the village of Mizuho, obviously the leader
of the group of five men.
"How can you just throw me out!? You talk about ME betraying the
village customs, what about you!?" Masata yelled back, sitting in the
grass and looking up at the tall figure towering above him. "What'll I do
out here by myself? I'll die! How can you live with that!?"
"You'll figure something out," the black-haired man said smugly,
returning to Mizuho. He stopped in midstep as he was about to close the
gates for the night. "If you dare come back, you will be killed. We mean
it, you are exiled, with death as your punishment if you return. Oh, and
do be careful of the Desians roaming around. We are in the declining era
again, you know."
Masata sat in the grass as the man closed the gates behind him,
returning to his village. Masata knew they would wake up the next day and
the whole village would act like nothing happened, like he had never even
existed. He knew he was hated that much. Chiaki, perhaps, was the only one
who would even remember him, let alone care that he was gone. She was his
childhood friend after all, and they had been that way since before Masata
could remember. They had been the closest friends in the village. Chiaki
was there to cheer Masata up after he failed his pact with Celsius. Masata
had been there to cheer Chiaki up after her mother had died. Besides
helping each other in the worst of times, they also cherished the fun
times they had together, whether it was playing pranks on the other
villagers, or just minding their own business playing made-up games out in
the nearby fields. Masata could only hope the close bonds they had
established through all their experiences together would last until they
could see each other again, whenever that may be.
He finally got up after a few minutes of letting what had just happened
sink into his head, and brushed off the dirt left on his purple, waist
length robe and his black, ankle length pants. He took off his purple
boots with black straps that reached just above his ankles, and shook
them, getting the rocks out that had made their way in while he was being
dragged down the dirt path toward the village gates.
Once he went to put his boots back on, he noticed they had left him his
sword lying in the grass next to him. It was a custom-forged sword made by
the dwarf, Tross, who lived just across the nearby river, next to the
village of Ozette. It was also one of the reasons he had been thrown out,
since Mizuho's customary weapons were the tarot cards infused with magic.
He chose to use a sword instead though, even against Mizuho customs, as he
could never use the tarot cards well enough to pass the test to make a
pact with a summon spirit. It was very well crafted too, the best sword he
had ever seen, not that he had seen many. It had a two and a half foot
long blade and a solid gold hilt. It also had a beautiful blue jewel
running through the center of the blade, as well as a sphere shape of it
crafted to the bottom of the hilt. The sheath he kept it in had a strap
that let him carry it on his waist, though it was a simple black sheath
only meant to hold the sword, not for decoration.
He readied himself with a few deep breaths before beginning his long
trek to where he planned to go. He hoped the boat he had made years ago
with Chiaki, and left near the ocean, was still there. Luckily, it was,
although beat up a little. He pushed it into the water after grabbing a
nearby branch to row with, then jumped inside and began rowing his way
toward what he thought might not even exist: The Otherworldly Gate.
After a long while of rowing, he ended up on a small island a few
kilometers east of the amusement park island of Altamira. He had heard
this was where the Otherworldly Gate was rumored to be. It certainly
seemed like it to him. There was a strange, circular formation of small
rocks surrounding a triangular shape consisting of three larger rocks,
each with a strange symbol marked on them in red. In the middle was a
small mound of dirt, out of place in all the lush grass. The Otherworldly
Gate was also rumored to open only on a full moon, and when it did, it was
possible to travel to another world called Sylvarant, which was rumored to
be completely different than their own world, Tethe'alla.
Masata waited until nightfall, lying in the grass. He thought carefully
about what he was going to do, and decided the only thing he had left was
Sylvarant, so it didn't really matter if it was a good or bad world, as
long as he had somewhere to go. It didn't help him being extremely nervous
though, he only hoped the rumors were true. He would find out soon though,
for he could see the sun fading away in the horizon, meaning the moon
would rise soon.
Another short while later, it was almost entirely dark out. It was only
bright enough to see from the light from Altamira in the distance. He
looked up and saw the moon, and that it was a full moon, but there was
nothing happening. He waited a bit to see if it was about to do something,
but still, nothing. He examined the rocks with the symbols, seeing if
there was anything he had to do to activate it.
Just as he brushed his hand over the marking on the third rock, he
heard a strange noise. It was a high pitched noise, one that almost
deafened him before he covered his ears. He looked around to see what was
causing it, but didn't see anything until he looked toward the moon again.
There was a huge blast of light coming from the moon, right for where he
was standing. It was already too close for him to move out of the way, so
he closed his eyes braced for the impact.
Suddenly he felt a strange force all around his body, like something
was grabbing him and throwing him in all directions, while the noise only
became louder. He couldn't see anything though, he was blinded by the
light. After a few seconds of being tossed around, it all stopped, and he
felt himself falling for a second or so before landing hard on his back.
He opened his eyes, and slowly everything came into focus. He managed to
stand up to view his surroundings, and what kind of situation he was left
in. He was in a grassy area, and he could see a port town nearby. Just
beyond the port town was an ocean, with huge boats that many sails heading
to and from the port town.
"Woah, that was quite a fall! Are you okay?" a female voice said from
behind Masata, who was still staring at the ocean and the huge boats. He
turned around, startled a bit, to see if it was a monster of some sort,
since he didn't know Sylvarant very well, and was relieved to see it was a
girl who looked just like any normal Tethe'allan girl would. She wore a
pink tanktop and had her black hair, cut unusually short for a girl,
brushed to the point of perfection, with the front reaching to her
eyebrows, and the sides and back in a circular sort of style reaching just
below her ears. Her blue pants looked to be lined with a tough material,
though not quite to the point of being armor, they looked too casual to be
armor. The main thing Masata noticed was that she wore gloves with plates
of metal on the knuckles.
"Uh... Yeah, I'm okay... I think," Masata stuttered out, nervous about
talking to people in the new world, especially since she was a girl. The
only girl he was used to talking to was Chiari.
"You're wearing strange clothes... are you from here?" the girl asked,
approaching him and pinching the arm of his robe.
"Um..." He paused for a second, thinking of what to say. "No... not
exactly."
"Well, how about an introduction, then! I'm Rena Leian. I live in
Palmacosta, right over there," she said, pointing to the nearby port town.
"I usually like to explore though. How about you?"
"I'm Masata." He smiled, finally being able to answer a question
easier.
"Well then, Masata, are you going to Palmacosta? I could take you there
if you want," Rena said with a smile, finally being able to get a straight
answer from him.
"Yeah, okay," Masata said. He didn't say it, but he knew he would need
the help of someone who knew the land better than him.
"You should get some different clothes if you're going to hang around
for a while. You'll look weird with those clothes, since no one else in
Palmacosta wears anything like... that," she explained with a small
giggle.
"Sounds fine to me," Masata said. He didn't want to stay in his Mizuho
clothes now that he was exiled.
"Let's go then!" Rena exclaimed in delight, leading the way across the
grassy field toward the port town, and to the beginning of an entirely new
world. Masata followed, smiling a bit.
"I think I'll like this world," he thought to himself.
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I may not continue this for a little bit, since I may need to figure out
some things involving the overall plot, but I'd appreciate any comments,
and may try a bit harder to continue if people want me to.
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