Crimson & Light: Starting Over In A World Isn't As Easy As It Seems

Changra found himself in a stark, featureless white room, the emptiness pressing in on him. Instinctively, he reached for the Crimson Dagger, but his hand met only air. His clothes remained the same, yet everything else was absent.

Suddenly, a luminous figure of a child appeared, its form outlined in radiant white light.

"It's your fault," the figure intoned.

Abruptly, Changra awoke.

Changra's hand shot into the air, grasping at nothingness, only to feel a gentle but firm grip. His eyes fluttered open to find Berethia beside him, her hand enveloping his. A wave of calm washed over him at her touch.

"Where are we?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

Berethia's eyes softened, and she offered a reassuring smile. "You're safe," she replied. "Rest now; we'll talk when you're ready."

As Changra's consciousness returned, the unsettling image of Berethia's face before he blacked out resurfaced in his mind. He recalled a fleeting expression—perhaps a glint of something darker—that had vanished almost as quickly as it appeared.

Something is wrong, he thought, his mind racing. Why did she look like that?

He scrutinized her now, searching for any signs that might betray hidden intentions. Her demeanor seemed consistent with the Berethia he had come to know, but doubt gnawed at him.

Am I overthinking this? he wondered. Or is there more to her than meets the eye?

Changra sat up, his mind swirling with questions. He decided to focus on the immediate concerns, setting aside his unease about Berethia's earlier expression.

"I have a few questions," he began, choosing his words carefully. "Who was that man? Is he okay? And what happened to me?"

Berethia's expression turned somber. "That man was a member of a rogue faction causing trouble in our region," she explained. "He attacked you, but you managed to defend yourself. Unfortunately, he didn't survive the encounter."

Changra's heart sank at the news. I... killed someone? The weight of that realization pressed heavily on him.

"As for what happened to you," Berethia continued, her eyes narrowing slightly, "it seems the dagger you carry has some... unique properties. During the fight, it appeared to enhance your abilities, allowing you to overpower your attacker."

Changra glanced at the Crimson Dagger resting nearby. What are you? he wondered, a mix of fear and curiosity bubbling within him.

Berethia placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "For now, you need to rest and recover. We'll figure this out together."

He nodded, though his mind remained a storm of thoughts and emotions. What have I gotten myself into?

Changra drifted back to sleep, comforted by the warmth of Berethia's hand holding his. There's nothing wrong with this girl, he reassured himself. She was probably just confused or something.

The next morning, he awoke to the gentle sound of humming. Opening his eyes, he saw Berethia by the hearth, orchestrating a small flame with a flick of her fingers to cook an unfamiliar type of meat and enormous eggs. The eggs were so large they made ostrich eggs look like quail eggs in comparison.

Well, that's one way to make breakfast egg-citing, Changra mused, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Noticing he was awake, Berethia turned to him with a radiant smile. "Good morning! I hope you're hungry. Breakfast is almost ready."

Changra's stomach growled in response, and he chuckled. "Starving, actually. What's on the menu?"

"Grilled florken slices and scrambled drake eggs," she replied cheerfully.

Florken? Drake eggs? Changra thought, trying to mask his confusion. I guess 'when in Elakia, eat as the Elakians do.'

As Berethia plated the food, Changra couldn't help but marvel at her culinary skills and the ease with which she wielded magic. Maybe I can get her to teach me some cooking spells. Breakfast in bed would take on a whole new meaning.

They sat down to eat, and Changra took a tentative bite. To his surprise, the flavors were rich and satisfying, a delightful departure from his usual fare.

"This is delicious," he said between bites. "Thank you."

Berethia's eyes twinkled with delight. "I'm glad you like it. There's plenty more if you're still hungry."

Changra devoured his meal with the enthusiasm of someone who hadn't eaten since arriving in this strange world—which, to be fair, he hadn't. As he polished off the last bite, a nagging thought resurfaced: he'd killed someone. The gravity of that realization settled heavily in his stomach, mingling uncomfortably with the hearty breakfast.

"Wait a second," he blurted out, a sense of urgency creeping into his voice. "Am I going to prison?"

Berethia looked up, surprise flickering across her face. "No, that's not how things work here," she replied calmly. "In cases of self-defense, you're considered innocent."

Changra's brow furrowed. "But how do they know it was self-defense?"

"Simple," Berethia said, a hint of pride in her voice. "When the guards arrived, I showed them your recent memories."

Changra's eyes widened. "My memories? How did you do that?"

"It's a basic spell for Rank C magic users," she explained, her tone nonchalant. "We can access someone's recent memories if they're unconscious or give consent. But don't worry, I could only see the memories you've formed since arriving here. Anything from before remains inaccessible."

He stared at her, a mix of awe and unease swirling in his mind. Great, he thought, not only am I in a world where I can accidentally kill people, but now my embarrassing moments here are just a spell away from public viewing.

Berethia seemed to sense his discomfort and offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I only accessed the relevant memories to prove your innocence."

Changra nodded slowly, trying to process this new information. Note to self: be very careful about what I think around magic users.

As he mulled over the implications, a thought struck him. "Wait, does that mean you saw... everything since I got here?"

Berethia's cheeks tinged pink, and she quickly busied herself with clearing the dishes. "Let's just say I have a better understanding of your... unique perspective."

Changra groaned inwardly. Fantastic. My deepest secrets are now breakfast conversation material.

Determined to change the subject, he cleared his throat. "So, what's the plan for today?"

Berethia glanced over her shoulder, her composure restored. "First, we need to get you some proper attire. Then, perhaps we can explore the town and see about finding you a suitable occupation."

Changra looked down at his clothes, realizing they were still the same ones he'd arrived in. "Yeah, I could use a change," he admitted.

As they prepared to leave, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation about the day ahead. New clothes, new job, and hopefully no more accidental killings.

Just another day in Elakia.

Changra and Berethia strolled through the bustling town, their first stop being a quaint clothing shop nestled between a bustling marketplace and a serene fountain. Inside, Changra marveled at the array of garments—tunics, cloaks, and breeches in every conceivable color and fabric. Berethia selected attire that would help him blend seamlessly into Elakia's society, paying for the clothes without hesitation. Changra felt a wave of relief, acutely aware of his empty pockets; even on Earth, his financial situation had been less than stellar.

Their next destination was a grand structure that loomed ahead, its architecture reminiscent of a majestic castle. As they approached, Changra couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

"This is the guild," Berethia announced, pushing open the heavy wooden doors. "I think you'll fit in here just fine, especially after witnessing how you handled yourself against that man. It's also an easy way to make money."

Changra's eyes widened with excitement. This really is like a game! he thought, his mind racing with possibilities. The idea of embarking on quests and earning rewards ignited a sense of adventure within him.

Inside, the guild hall was a hive of activity. Adventurers of all shapes and sizes mingled, some examining a large quest board adorned with various notices, while others shared tales of their exploits over hearty mugs of ale. The atmosphere was electric, filled with camaraderie and the promise of new adventures.

As they made their way through the bustling hall, Changra couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. Maybe this is where I was meant to be, he mused, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. A fresh start, a new world, and endless possibilities.

Berethia led him to a counter where a stern-looking guild officer stood, meticulously organizing a stack of parchments. She turned to Changra, her eyes gleaming with encouragement.

"Ready to become an adventurer?" she asked, her voice filled with warmth.

Changra nodded eagerly, his earlier apprehensions melting away. "Absolutely."

As he stepped forward to begin the registration process, he couldn't shake the feeling that his journey was only just beginning. The challenges ahead were unknown, but with Berethia by his side and the support of the guild, he felt prepared to face whatever came his way.

Here's to new beginnings, he thought, his heart swelling with determination. Let's make this adventure one for the ages.

Changra and Berethia approached the guild's registration counter, where a guild officer was meticulously organizing a stack of parchments. Berethia addressed him with a confident tone, "Hello, we're here to sign him up as a Hunter."

The officer glanced up, his eyes widening momentarily as he recognized Berethia. He quickly composed himself and handed her a form. "Can he read and write? If so, have him fill this out. It's a physical description, magic rank, and preferred weapons."

Berethia led Changra to a nearby table. "I assume you can't read or write our language?" she inquired gently.

Changra examined the unfamiliar script on the form and shook his head.

"That's alright," Berethia reassured him with a smile. "Many here can't." She began filling out the form:

Height: 6'1"Hair: BrownEyes: BlueAge: Late teensMagic Rank: FWeapons: DaggerSkills: Exceptional reflexes, proficient in close combat

Changra watched, impressed by her knowledge of his attributes.

Once finished, Berethia returned the form to the officer, who scrutinized it before addressing Changra. "Your name is Changra?"

Changra nodded.

"Very well," the officer continued. "Follow me. We'll assess your abilities to determine your Hunter rank. This evaluation focuses on your skills; your F-rank magic won't be a significant factor."

As they proceeded, Changra's mind raced. More ranks? I hope this time I receive good news.

The officer led them to a spacious training area filled with various equipment and sparring zones. Seasoned Hunters practiced their skills, the air buzzing with energy.

"We'll begin with a series of physical and combat tests," the officer explained. "Demonstrate your proficiency with your chosen weapon and any combat techniques you possess."

Changra took a deep breath, gripping his dagger. This is my chance to prove myself, he thought, determination coursing through him.

As he stepped into the training area, Berethia's encouraging smile bolstered his confidence. I can do this.

The guild officer addressed Changra, "First, we'll assess your magic. I know you don't have much, but there might be potential, especially since she admitted you." He nodded toward Berethia, seated a short distance away.

What does he mean by that? Is she well-known here? Changra wondered but decided to let it go.

The officer led Changra to a group of Hunters of various ages: a girl around eleven, a man possibly eighty, and many in between.

Everyone lined up, and Changra took a spot near the end, between a girl and a towering young man.

The man, about 6'4" with broad shoulders and an intimidating face, nudged Changra's shoulder.

"Name's Thorne," he said in a raspy voice. "What 'bout you?"

Despite Thorne's rough grammar, Changra understood.

"I'm Changra," he replied.

Thorne chuckled. "Tha's a funny name."

Changra nodded, then glanced at the girl beside him. She had long black hair, emerald eyes, and appeared close to his age, perhaps a bit younger.

Feeling a blush creep up, he quickly looked back at the instructor.

The instructor stood before the assembled group, his gaze sweeping over the aspiring Hunters. "I'm Instructor Seth," he announced, his eyes narrowing as they landed on Thorne, who shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. "I'll be assessing you today."

Changra's heart raced with excitement. This is real, he thought, a thrill coursing through him. Everything I've ever wanted is happening.

Seth continued, "Our first exercise will evaluate your physical capabilities and combat skills. You'll face a series of challenges designed to test your strength, agility, and proficiency with your chosen weapons."

He gestured toward a training area equipped with various obstacles and sparring zones. "You'll navigate through this course, demonstrating your abilities. Remember, this assessment isn't solely about raw power; strategy and adaptability are equally important."

Changra's excitement grew. This is just like the training sequences in games, he mused, eager to prove himself.

Seth's expression softened slightly as he added, "Approach each challenge thoughtfully. Your performance here will help determine your suitability for different missions and your initial rank within the guild."

With a final nod, Seth concluded, "Prepare yourselves. The assessment begins shortly."

As the group dispersed to ready themselves, Changra couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. This is my chance to show what I can do.

He glanced at Berethia, who offered an encouraging smile from her seat. I won't let her down, he vowed, steeling himself for the challenges ahead.

Instructor Seth addressed the assembled group, his gaze sharp and authoritative. "Our first exercise will assess your physical capabilities and combat skills," he announced. "You'll navigate a series of obstacles designed to test your strength, agility, and strategic thinking. Remember, this isn't just about brute force; adaptability and problem-solving are key."

Changra's heart raced with anticipation. This is it—the real deal, he thought, excitement bubbling within him.

The group moved toward the obstacle course, a daunting array of challenges including towering walls, rope climbs, and narrow balance beams. As the exercise commenced, Changra found himself struggling with the unfamiliar tasks. His initial attempts to scale the walls were clumsy, and the rope climbs sapped his strength more than he anticipated.

Noticing his difficulties, Thorne, the towering young man beside him, offered assistance. "Hey, Changra," he called out, his raspy voice carrying a note of encouragement. "Lemme show ya how it's done."

Thorne demonstrated a more efficient technique for the rope climb, using his legs to support his ascent. "Use yer legs more; saves yer arms," he advised.

Following Thorne's guidance, Changra attempted the climb again, this time finding it slightly easier. "Thanks, Thorne," he panted, grateful for the help.

As they progressed through the course, Thorne continued to offer tips and encouragement. At the balance beam, he suggested, "Keep yer eyes forward, not down. Helps with balance."

Changra nodded, focusing his gaze ahead as he carefully traversed the beam. Despite his initial struggles, he felt a growing sense of camaraderie with Thorne.

By the end of the exercise, Changra was exhausted but proud of his efforts. Thorne clapped him on the back, a broad grin on his face. "Ya did good, Changra. We'll make a Hunter outta ya yet."

Changra smiled, appreciating Thorne's support. Maybe this world isn't so daunting with friends like him, he mused, feeling a renewed sense of determination.

The girl with the black hair approached the obstacle course with a serene confidence, her emerald eyes focused and untroubled. As she began, her movements were a study in grace and precision. She vaulted over the first barrier with a fluid leap, her form reminiscent of a dancer in mid-performance. Upon landing, she transitioned seamlessly into a sprint, her strides long and effortless, each footfall barely making a sound.

Reaching the rope climb, she grasped the coarse fibers with slender hands, ascending swiftly yet smoothly, as if gravity held no sway over her. Her limbs coordinated in perfect harmony, propelling her upward with minimal exertion. At the summit, she paused momentarily, her silhouette poised against the sky, before descending with the same controlled elegance.

Next, she faced a series of narrow balance beams. Without hesitation, she stepped onto the first beam, her posture upright and assured. She moved across with the poise of a tightrope walker, each step deliberate and unwavering. Her arms extended slightly for balance, though it seemed more a formality than a necessity. The beams wobbled underfoot, but she adjusted instinctively, her body responding with subtle shifts to maintain equilibrium.

As she approached the final obstacle—a towering wall—she assessed it briefly before launching herself upward. Her fingers found purchase on the ledge, and with a graceful pull, she swung her leg over and perched atop it momentarily, surveying the course she had just conquered. Then, with a light hop, she descended the other side, landing softly on the balls of her feet.

Throughout the course, her expression remained composed, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if she found joy in the challenge. Her black hair flowed behind her like a silken banner, accentuating the fluidity of her movements. She embodied a rare combination of athleticism and artistry, making the demanding course appear as a choreographed routine performed for an unseen audience.

Changra watched, captivated by her performance. She's incredible, he thought, admiration mingling with a touch of envy. Her effortless mastery of the obstacles highlighted his own struggles, yet it also inspired him to push beyond his limits. If she can do it with such grace, maybe I can improve too.

As she completed the course, she glanced in Changra's direction, her emerald eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment. A subtle nod acknowledged his presence before she turned away, leaving him with a sense of awe and a newfound determination to better himself.