Good day to you, readers. I've decided to kill my writer's block with MSI with a new story. This story, in fact! I started playing Perfect World about a month ago, and I'm very pleased with it. So I've decided to write a fanfiction on it. Be gentle, since this is only chapter one. Chapter two is almost near completion, so I plan to get that out to you within a week or two, depending on how long it takes me to write chapter three. XD
Don't own, don't sue. Flame and you die.
Chapter 1: Their Beginning
In the beginning of time, the first God of the universe, Pan Gu, lived an immortal life. But with no subjects to lord over, Pan Gu grew tired of his solitary existence and decided to decompose his body into five elements-fire, metal, wood, earth, and water. With his divine power, Pan Gu forged these elements into air, land, mountains, rivers, seas, and plant life—and laid the foundation for a new world. It was then that Pan Gu made his first attempt to fill this new world with life. From his shadow he formed the first sentient beings. These unnamed creatures were uncivilized, and before long, they began turning on one another and corrupting the world around them. Pan Gu saw that what he had created had become an Imperfect World, and moved quickly to rectify his mistake. He built a floating city known as Heaven's Tear, and placed within the city the few creatures that had yet to be corrupted. Then, with the power of water and wind, Pan Gu created a massive flood, which swept through the land and destroyed all life in its path.
The world now cleansed, Pan Gu set about creating a new world, one filled with beings who were capable of Spiritual Cultivation. He created three races that possessed the traits he most treasured in himself. The Human race was born of Pan Gu's spirit, and demonstrated morality, honor, and an unlimited imagination. The race of the Untamed, born of Pan Gu's body, embodied freedom and peace, and possessed a unique connection with the natural order of the world. And the third race, the Winged Elves, were born of Pan Gu's own blood, and exemplified beauty, grace, and purity. Between the three races, the Perfect World was created.
The chief quality that Pan Gu gave all three races was free will. He vowed never again to eradicate an entire species, so all conflicts between the races were to be resolved amongst themselves. One such conflict arose between the Humans and Winged Elves when the two races discovered the city of Heaven's Tear. A war erupted as they fought for control of the great city, bringing out the worst in both races. The Untamed remained neutral, as they were content with living in harmony with the natural world. As the war intensified, and neither side relented, a new threat emerged.
The race that was thought to have been eradicated in the great flood returned in full force. These creatures were not quite living, but not quite dead, and thus came to be known as wraiths. The wraiths appeared to possess a singular objective: to destroy the other races and corrupt the beautiful world around them. Rumors swirled that the wraiths were capable of possessing other living things. Not much is known about the true nature of this evil, but one thing is clear. The three races—Human, Untamed, and Winged Elf—must set aside their differences and unite to preserve their way of life, halt the spread of corruption, and above all, protect the world.
This is what became known as Perfect World.
Lumina – Bamboo Village
The moon's glow cast eerie shadows over the huge plain known as White Ridge. The south-blowing breeze carried the smell of water and fresh raid across the fields, but also carried the smell of decaying flesh and sweat. White Ridge was known for its beauty during the day, but at night the wraiths held it, making sure no one passed through the treacherous fields unscathed.
It was well past midnight, but Lumina couldn't care less what time it was. No one would come looking for her yet. Not until at least sunrise. After all, that was when her apothecary lessons began.
Out of nowhere, a Tauroc Logger on the ground below the watchtower roared, finally catching the elf's scent. Lumina was standing in a flash, bow in hand, the butt of an arrow already pressed against the thin cord. She took aim at the space between the beast-wraith's eyes and smiled. The poor beast was trying to break one of the tower's support beams with its spiked club. It was pointless to waste an arrow to take the beast out, but she didn't want anyone in the village to hear the commotion and come looking.
There was a soft twanging sound, and the beast fell to the ground, the elf's arrow embedded in the soft skin just to the left of its nose. A miss. Lumina cursed softly and hopped off the platform, landing gracefully next to the already dissipating corpse. She took the beast's snout in her hands and pulled it so its nose was facing her. Then she took a firm grip on the arrow before mercilessly yanking it out of the monster's skull. She watched as the creature's blood hissed and turned to ash before her eyes. The arrow was as immaculate as it had been before its unnecessary use.
Her arrow retrieved, Lumina quickly climbed back up the watchtower ladder and brushed a few flecks of dirt off her armor. She preferred to be alone on nights like this. These were the nights she relished. The feeling of solitude, the short burst of adrenaline she felt after a kill, and the soft caress of the night wind. This was her place to be. For her, this was home. Bamboo Village didn't come close to the intimate sense of belonging this lone watchtower provided. With her parents dead at the hands of wraiths and the death of her best friend nearly ten years ago, Lumina knew this was how her life was meant to be. And she didn't mind being alone most of the time. It didn't make a difference to her.
The wind increased in speed, and Lumina found herself shivering. She frowned as she pulled her clover cape tightly about her shoulders. The wind was never this strong in the White Ridge, and definitely not so close to the bamboo forest. Something was wrong.
With the grace blessed only upon the elves, Lumina launched herself off the watchtower railing and hit the ground running. Her boots barely made a sound as they came in contact with the many stones littered about the field. But when she found herself in the abandoned village, she knew she shouldn't have left the tower. Her instincts had been right, but her interpretation had been wrong.
Standing in front of the firepit was Jun, the local merchant in Bamboo village. He had been her friend for a long time during their childhood, but after a while, they'd grown apart. But what really burned her up was the fact that he was sitting so close to Rizelle, Lumina's long-time rival. Ever since Rizelle had moved to the village from the City of Plume when she was only twelve summers, she'd tested and broken every guy's heart she'd come in contact with. But why was she with Jun? For some reason, it burned Lumina's insides like the acrid smell of singed Salvia Root. She knew it was against elfin ways to eavesdrop, but she wanted to know why they were together.
Taking care not to be seen, she hauled herself up onto the nearest platform and pressed herself against the wall. Elfin hearing allowed her to get only this far, since the other two had it as well.
"…I'll end it, I swear!" It was Jun who was speaking. He sounded desperate, despite his hushed voice. "You can believe me!"
"I don't know, Jun…I've seen the way she looks at you sometimes, and it's really started to bother me," Rizelle replied in a sad voice. "I want to be in a relationship with you. I really do! But the fact is that as long as she has feelings for you, I can't trust you. Please, tell her you're not interested. That's the only thing stopping me right now."
Lumina felt her insides drop into her feet. Jun and…Rizelle? How was that…It couldn't be possible! Jun would never fall for someone like her! He had seen first hand how Rizelle treated the men she dated. It just wasn't possible!
"Consider it done, Rizelle," Jun said firmly. "I'll talk to her tomorrow."
Lumina, feeling her grip on her self control slipping, forced her hand away from her bow. She wanted to kill Rizelle on the spot for tempting Jun. Jun had never done anything worth meriting this kind of torture. Was he so blind that he didn't see Rizelle's obvious attempt to put a wedge between them?
With her last shreds of self control fluttering away, Lumina hopped down from the platform and disappeared into the bamboo forest, her heart and composure flailing for control. Why was she so flustered?! It was up to Jun if he wanted to hang out with that piece of carcass or not! It shouldn't matter to her!
As she neared her watchtower, her thoughts drifted back to her memories. All the mistakes she'd made as a child haunted her every time there was even the smallest of reminders around. She'd wanted to blame it all on someone else, but deep down, she knew it was all her fault. The fire, the flying wraiths, and her parents' deaths; it was all because she had been too naïve. Her parents died trying to rescue her from a group of wraiths when she was eight, and her best friend Nora had died because of a small miscalculation with a fire spell. It was all because of her.
She climbed the tower ladder quickly and pulled it up, rolling it up into a bundle so she could lean against it. She pulled the lantern down and blew it out with a short puff, then curled up onto her side just as the peace of her sanctuary lulled her into a deep sleep. This was how she was meant to stay.
Sakkuya - City of the Lost
"Again, Sakkuya, again! What are you, a venomancer or a cleric?!"
Sakkuya wiped the sweat out of her eyes and glared at her targets, a series of stuffed dolls made to look like wraiths. This was her fifth attempt that day at trying to hit all eight targets in order, but, as always, she messed up on the last one. It certainly didn't help that her staff was so…ungainly to wield. She preferred fighting with a pair of iron claws. To her, that was poetry in motion, not this silly sequence of smack-smack-dodge her instructor was coming up with.
Skills Master Sen was known as one of the meanest teachers in the City of the Lost, and everyone seemed to know it except Sen herself. She'd traveled to Archosaur and back three times without a scratch on her, just to prove how strong she was. She said it was to show how strong venomancers should be. It was because of that last display of strength that Sakkuya's parents had decided to ask her to be their daughter's fighting tutor.
Sakkuya had been one of the laziest venomancers in the entire city before her lessons had begun. Sure, she was somewhat active, but only when she absolutely had to be. She rarely did her chores, and when quests needed to be completed, she did them as quickly as possible so she could go back to sleeping. She loved to sleep. Her friends thought she was more of a cat than a fox.
Nowadays, she was running back and forth tirelessly between the City of the Lost and Broken Bridge Village, and even the Fortress of the Talon when she felt up to it. To put it simply, Lady Sen was driving her mad. It was always "Practice your skills" or "Complete this quest within a set amount of time." Sakkuya was sick of it.
Suddenly the large end of a staff crashed against the back of her legs, sending the fox girl to her knees in pain.
"No slacking!" Sen bellowed. "You'll never get anything right at this rate!"
Sakkuya, ready to bring the smack-down on her teacher, simply gritted her teeth and got up again. She wasn't going to get kicked around today. Her already shredded dignity was withering away by the second, and if one more thing went wrong that day, she was going to pass over the line that separated meek humility from utter humiliation.
An hour later, Sakkuya found herself in the center of town, sitting near one of her best barbarian friends and comrades. His name was Rikky, and he was the Teleporter-in-training for her city. He had the sharp eyes of a tiger, and his sandy blonde hair easily caught the eyes of travelers. He said it was because he had a little human blood in him, but if that was true no one would accept him like they did. He and his sister Anya, Sakkuya's best friend, were well liked and respected.
"So," Sakkuya said as she sauntered on over to Rikky, "any gossip from the other cities?"
Rikky grinned and nodded. "Someone from Archosaur came through here about an hour ago. They said there was urgent business they had to see to with the Elder and that it had something to do with the humans and the elves. Sounds like something's brewing in Archosaur."
Sakkuya grinned, twisting a lock of her ash brown hair between her fingers. "Sounds like fun to me. I'm just wondering if the Elder will have anything big planned for Lady Sen. If he can get her off my back, I'm all for it!"
"I've seen the way she treats you," Anya said, concern written all over her adorable face. "I can't believe your parents allow that to continue!"
"I know. I'll just be glad when I have the opportunity to leave the city and move into my own place," Sakkuya said with a wistful smile.
"You'll come and visit us, right?" Rikky asked as a charm on his hand began glowing, signaling the approach of a teleport.
"Of course I will, you guys!" she replied with a big smile. "You're my closest friends! I'll come visit whenever I can."
Anya and Rikky smiled at her word, and Sakkuya felt a pang of sadness pierce her happy heart. She would truly miss her friends, but she knew that deep down, she had to get as far away from the City of the Lost as soon as possible. Her heart just wasn't in staying any longer.
Eldon – City of Etherblade
The city of Etherblade was abuzz with the raucous shouts of its inhabitants as their most powerful guild road gallantly into the city, returning from their week long mission to Angler's Village. Upon their wild elk mounts, they looked more like prevailing gods than soldiers. They all wore the silver armor and red dyed capes that carried the symbol of the royal human family upon them; a lion head surrounded by the sun. The humans believed that their royal family would ease the tense relationship between the Winged Elves, and also strengthen their bonds with the Untamed.
Eldon watched enviously as his brother Danriden, the leader of the brigade, dismounted from his elk and embraced his fiancé Melany. Melany was known as one of the kindest girls in the entire city. Her shoulder-length brown hair and soft blue eyes were only glimpses of her true beauty. She helped everyone she saw with unending drive, and she always completed her tasks with ease. She was the perfect woman, and that just made her upcoming marriage to Danriden seem all the more perfect.
Eldon sighed and turned his gaze towards the giant sword statue of Etherblade. The priest and historians of the city never said anything about how the great sword had been driven into the ground. Some people speculated that it had fallen from the heavens, while others say it had simply been carved that way by nature. But after all that, no one truly knows. Either way, Eldon liked it. It was the symbol of the city, and it encouraged him when he felt close to failure. Now, if only people could do that instead of urging him to be like his brother.
"Little brother! There you are!"
Eldon blinked in surprise as Danriden slammed his hand down on his shoulder, making the younger man nearly buckle under the force.
"Dan, it's…been a while, hasn't it?" Eldon said hesitantly. He knew full well that if he made one false move, his brother would launch into one of his 'riveting' war stories. Not to mention he'd try and force Eldon himself to help him act out certain battle scenes.
"Yes it has, little brother! How has our city been the past few months?"
"Exactly the way you left it, brother. Barely anything has changed, aside from Marianne finally having her baby."
"Ah, yes! Was it a boy or girl?"
"A boy, I heard. Blacksmith Feng Yu is very pleased."
"Of course! The birth of a boy means yet another warrior added to the ranks of our fine soldiers!"
As Danriden continued on about war efforts, Eldon drifted off, wondering when exactly he'd be forced to go into the army. Would it be soon? It wasn't like he didn't want to…it was just the small fact that he knew about all the casualties sustained in battle from books he'd read on past wars, and he didn't exactly want to be one of those casualties. To be just another dead body, laying on a blood-soaked battlefield, awaiting the sharp beaks of the carrion birds…it just wasn't appealing. And there was also the off chance that he'd become a wraith like several others he'd heard about in rumors. Sure, there was honor in dying in battle, but it was dying either way, and he didn't want that.
"I will see you at home, little brother," Danriden said suddenly. "I have a few things to do before I can relax."
Eldon simply nodded silently as his brother headed off into the depths of the city, his face still glowing with pride. With any luck, he'd stay a few weeks this time, but with the war with the wraiths still going strong, there was an equally strong chance that Danriden would be called off to yet another battle. Melany would be left alone with their mother and father, and Eldon would be left alone yet again. But that was how fate worked, and it did nothing to soften the blows of loneliness.
Wooo!! Chapter one is out, and chapter two is almost done! I hope you enjoyed it! Leave comments and reviews, if it tickles your fancy! XD
BTW, if you ever want to drop me a PWI message, my Sanctuary account is FaeryLight. Level 28/29 Winged Elf. Lol...now sit tight while I sort out the next few chapters!