The Ties of Friendship (Tentative Title)

So this here is my very first shot (and most likely my only one) at a MapleStory fanfic. It's a story about the travel of new companions, and what happens between them as they set out toward an ultimate goal. It's also not very "game-oriented" (Such as directly naming attacks, NPC's or monsters as I notice some people do).

NOTE: Knowledgable players of MapleStory will find some factual inaccuracies in this story. I recognize them, but these were implanted to progress the storyline and make the story more interesting.

This story is currently rated "T" for some sequences of intense action, language and some violence.

MapleStory and all therein belong to Wizet, I make no profit from this. I do, however, own the concept of this story.

Hello there. My name is Adel. I have written this as a record of a time when my life changed completely. You know, it is funny, how one day your life becomes forever changed. Well, that happened to me. I was once a quiet resident, on a peaceful plain known as Maple Island. My life was droll, yet complacent. It was the boring life of a young man living on his own on the countryside. That is, until I received a letter one day...

An alarm clock rang out through a small house. A groan followed, a hand once buried under a large quilt suddenly reached out, fumbling blindly for the alarm clock on the nearby table. It was accidentally tipped over and clattered onto the floor with a loud crash. Then silence. Another groan, and a body arose from the comfort of the plush, feathery bed it once laid on. A young man with long, blond hair, stretched and yawned quite loudly. His eyes fluttered open to the dim brightness of the early morning sun, bathing him and the rest of his home in a warm, orange glow. He smacked his lips a few times before finally deciding to get up out of bed.

Standing in nothing more than his blue-striped undergarments, he weakly stumbled over to the bathroom, where he proceeded to alleviate himself, wash his face, and brush his teeth. After which, he clothed himself in an orange and black shirt, and ice blue jeans. Slipping on some leather sandals, he walked to the front door, expecting to be greeted with the familiar, morning air on his face. Strangely, though, he was greeted by a piece of paper in his face, which he proceeded to pull away to read. It was an envelope, with nothing more than his name written neatly on the front. He curiously opened it, and read the note inside.

"Dear rookie Magician,

Greetings to you! My name is Grendel, the headmaster of all Magicians. If you are reading this note, it means you have been selected as one of the many other Magicians being called to the Island of Victoria for an important meeting. It is imperative that you, as a faithful Magician, come to this meeting. As much as it pains me to tell you this, you will not return home for a long time. It is recommended you dress in your Magician clothing, and bring nothing aside from yourself.

Regards,

Grendel"

He stared at the letter in disbelief. And, he read it twice, just to be sure it said what he thought it did. And indeed, it did. He dropped the note to the floor, feeling somewhat distraught. After which, he closed the door, looking at the inside of his house, for perhaps one of the last times he ever would. It saddened him to leave, because he didn't want to. Unfortunately, he knew he had to. And so, he readied himself, walking to his collection of Spellcasting and Magician books, quickly re-reading everything he had learned, before he set out on his ultimate journey...