When I landed in this tumultuous land of Tyria I felt infused with a bizarre confidence and eagerness to fight despite my slight feminine frame and sheltered noble background. This place was full of mystery and I wanted to break all the rules and traditions I'd ever known into pieces.
I found myself accepted here, praised for my bravery and willingness to stand up to the bandits and dangerous creatures roaming the land. The noble family seemed to take me in as one of their own, as though they could tell I was high-born where I came from.
I was thoroughly enjoying this dream when suddenly I was brutally knocked out of consciousness and the world of Tyria dissolved around me.
Of course I was expecting to wake up and return to the real world. Only, it didn't happen. It was as if I were asleep. Once in a while I'd catch glimpses of bandits or ghosts, but these were fleeting and I felt detached as though I was watching someone else pilot my own body.
You might imagine my bewilderment when I was startlingly ripped out of this trance-like state and the world exploded back into clear, awake, reality. Only it wasn't the reality I was expecting. I was back in Tyria again.
Except something was different. I was different. I felt stronger; yet uncoordinated. I was more powerful but unsure how to harness and channel my energy.
I was also carrying a backpack filled with unexpected items: countless black lion chests which I couldn't open, bauble bubbles and butter. And a lot more money than I remember having before.
So I set out into the unknown; clothing torn and tattered, as though I'd been through a war and back but remembered nothing. The stars were bright and I could smell the salt of the ocean - the tides had definitely changed course and all I could do was try to find out why.
x Alïce
Southsun Cove - lvl 65
