Lost Heros

███ tells the voice they're partial to beige. And green. And blue. You like those.

They add on saying they really, really like potatoes! They wouldn't mind flan either, that's good too. And tuna. A lot of people dislike it, but they find themselves enjoying it!

Oh, and their favorite memories? They can't even pick! There was the time they finally stood up to their mother after so long. Sixteen years are hard to endure. Summoning an imp was amazing too! And at age five no less. And punching a gorilla- no one can forget that!

There was also the time, they murmured, they nearly kissed their rival. They didn't add that they were their crush, but the voice hums almost knowingly. The voice prods ███ on, asking if they remember anything else.

███ thinks for a minute before they talk about a significant one. The day they left, too. It's a rather bittersweet memory- they chose who they'd be then.

They feel something else slip. A memory they're not supposed to have. Pain shoots through their body when they try to find it. Somehow, they can't seem to remember who they were...

After all, that wouldn't be fun, would it?

███ holds their head in their hands, grumbling. After the pain subsided, they tell the voice that's all they remember.

The voice lets out a laugh. It's high pitched, like ███ just told them a joke.

“Delightful! This is better than I thought it would be!” They laugh for a while. ███ feels rather uncomfortable.

“Alright, alright,” the voice says, still giggling a bit. “I think it's time we finished this up, don't you think?”

The area is filled with a loud clap.



Suddenly, the feet beneath ███ starts to vanish. Somehow, they're not falling at all.
Their figure, made of light, starts to shift into a more human shape.

“A summoner, a fighter and a wanderer.” The voice seems to be talking to themselves now. “What a mess of classes! Of course, that's easily mended with a request. Ah, well.“



███'s figure clears up further. They feel cloth wrapping around them, and brass knuckles appearing on their fists. They feel something else pour in them- a great deal of mana? Either way, it makes them feel a little giddy.

“Now.”

For a brief moment in the darkness, ███ can feel the voice smiling.

“Off you go.”

The emptiness completely dissipates.


Character creation complete.




...

It's almost noon.

A human and a creature made of moss and leaves wander near a tree, marked with ribbons and a slate near it.



“It's practically tradition," the human says. “I can’t not follow it!”

“Double negative,” the creature says with an even tone. “We could go back and enjoy the cakes, now.“

“Or we could tie a ribbon!” The human chirps. They skip towards the tree. “You know, I've always wanted to this as a kid-”

The wind picks up. A small whirring fills the air.



The human stops, and hesitates. “Do you hear that?“

The creature scrunch up their face. “Hear what?“

“The- the sound.“ The human stammers. “Like, the sound you hear whenever you do-”



Light bursts underneath the tree. A humanlike figure forms under it, different colored light surrounding them. The human yelps and takes a step back.

“Aveneir,“ The humam yelps, turning towards the creature. “what do we do?“

Avenier lets out a quiet gasp, and shakes their head.



███ falls on the ground. They swear for a moment, nearly collapsing on the ground. Something in them feels drained.

“Avenier, a human just appeared from thin air!”



███ looks up and sees the people gawking at them. Their voices aren't like the voice they heard the first time.

“People can teleport.“

“But the hero tree blocks magic, right?”

███ stumbles and gets on their feet. “Er-“ they stammer. “Hello?“



Avenier frowns. “Sye, stop-“





“Stop.” Avenier puts their face in their hands. “I- look. I'm sorry about them. Hello. What are you doing here?“

Sye hides behind Avenier. “What are you doing? You don‘t know what they’re capable of!“

Avenier pays them no mind. “Well?“