Author's note:

So this is my fanfic about a boy reaching for something while not even knowing what and I hope you'll like it.

I have written a few chapters already and I'm enjoying it for now so I hope I won't get bored and be able to continue this story.

Commets and suggestions are welcome and would be very appreciated. If you spot any mistakes, please tell me and I'll correct them. I'm not a native speaker so half the time I'm improvising with sentence structure and all that

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The calm night was in deep contrast against the raging sea. The waves came crashing down on the rocky slope springing the lonely kid sitting at the edge. He didn’t mind the cold water, breathing the fresh night air. The wild winds played in his light hair, pushing them in his eyes. Kirin raised his hand to pull them back but it was pointless. Sighing he looked up at the dark sky. A full moon was shining, sending silver light to the boy’s face.

‘It’s already time, isn’t it?’ thought Kirin standing up. There was an uncharacteristic dullness to his movements.

Tap. Tap. Tap. A soft sound of his boots echoed in the empty street. It was barren of any activity or movement, only a few lights here and there still persisting in the dead of the night.

‘If only it was always like that’

After some time he walked back to his home located near the center of the town. It was a simple house that had seen better days. Walking up the stairs he opened the door and turned the light up. He didn’t bother with locking up. In the kitchen there was a piece of paper strapped to the fridge. ~We’ve gone to Japan on business, will be back as fast as we can. Love Julie and Robert

Ignoring the message he took out some eggs and made himself an omelet. After that he went to his room with the food and sat down at his table.

The room looked like it was supposed to - full of large toys, little cars, posters from movies and cheery colors. The boy hated it. It reminded him of everything he had to endure every day from the people that surrounded him in this town. If it wouldn’t destroy his image of perfect self-control and sanity, he would have ripped apart and burned everything to the last item.

Or maybe not. Maybe he would leave the new addition to his room – a silver shining cabin which took a huge part of his room. It took him forever to prevent his parents from ordering a blue or green one for children. Today it was delivered and his parents didn’t even show up to see. They were too busy. But he didn’t mind. It was better this way. Now he could enjoy the solitude and enter the new world without anyone’s nagging.

And the new virtual reality game called Regal Dream was supposed to give exactly that. It promised a new unexplored world to run around, many same and new classes, but most importantly it was said that time worked differently there than in real life. Three hours for each one in real life. An expensive way to extend one’s life just that bit longer but life there was a better one.

The beta-testers had been tight lipped about what they had seen but there were rumours that this game was going to transform every conception of what a game is. It was said to be more like the real world when the real one was. The non-player characters had emotions, feelings and memories. They never repeated sentences, give pointless quests or stand in place.

They could trick you, lie to you and even kill you. There was no way to tell them apart from real people.

This and the chance to create your character in-game however you wanted with thousands of different classes was amazing. Something no one had expected when the game was announced.

It was a dream come true, to tell the truth.

And that was even half a year after the game’s launch.

But one thing annoyed Kirin more than anything else. It was a choice what to be. Regal Dream contained numerous classes and it was giving him a headache just to decide which would be the best since he could make only minor adjustments to his body in character creation. Warriors were nice but his small frame would probably get in the way and his hands were too small to use the strongest bows. Mage or a rogue would be an obvious choice but it was too main stream. He didn’t want to be just another one of those.

Luckily at least race was an easy choice. He didn’t want to be human, he knows what it’s like to be one, elves were too much on the beauty side and dwarfs were plain ugly. That left him with the least liked race, the one deemed pathetic because it didn’t even have wings. But Kirin didn’t care, he would create wings himself if he ever came to need them.

He stood up and looked through the window before entering the silver cabin and strapping himself to the chords that would keep him elevated and move his body with actions faintly resembling those of his character.

The moon was obscured by the clouds as if in hiding. A soft tapping noise reached Kirin’s ears and surprised he saw rain drops on his windowsill.

“Wonder why the god’s are crying today” he murmured to himself and closed the cabin’s doors behind himself.