Ghost of Yesterday

Our protagonist, Carl awakens on a battlefield. Chaos flooded the place and no one was given a moment's rest. Warriors stood their ground against swarms of unending enemies. Mobs of all shapes and sizes could be seen. Havoc was rampant due to the heat of battle, yet Carl felt at ease. His body moved on its own and the same voice echoed once more.

"SOMEONE HELP! HE'S DOWN!"

"WE CAN'T! WE ARE BEING FLANKED! FORM A WALL OF SACRIFICES SO WE CAN AT LEAST SAVE THE NEXT IN LINE!" said another loud commanding voice.

Carl's body was sprinting hastily without processing anything. He automatically moved in a panicked state and looked back at the trail of corpses left behind.

"I'm so sorry.... I didn't want it to come to this" said the commander.

"wait no don't leave me... what if you never came back! the resistance needs you!" the boy spoke.

Carl's eyes watered up when the large man shoved him down a cliff. Immediately after, wolves overran the man and Carl witnessed a different type of horror. It was primordial fear, a type that was real and didn't felt like an illusion. His flesh was rent asunder as the beasts sank their fangs in.

"SURVIVE.... become a leader and.... form....the.... ten..." the man spoke his last before his soul exited his lifeless body.

Before even getting a chance to think properly. Carl was suddenly captured by two knights who hid their expression behind a thick helmet made of diamonds. He couldn't break free even though he felt like he was trying. He didn't think of it, yet it was bizarre as if his subconscious suddenly took control.

The confused Carl finally realized he was in someone's body and their memories were replaying while using him as a catalyst.

"well well well, look what we got'ere. a little lost lamb trying to end himself. fear not filthy player. you will serve a greater purpose in death than you did in life." said one of the knights.

Our hero was struck at the back of his skull with a force so great, it halted his mind. He passed out once more and his consciousness drifted to an empty room where he felt cold chains restraining his two arms.

"I'm scared, Ryan? Jemma? Somebody, please..... help..... me...." the same shy boy uttered the same line.

"All yours, sir," the knight told a masked villager.

The villager dressed in a suit that covered his entire body even the face leaving only the eyes visible as he was wearing some sort of googles. Carl then felt a sharp tingly object enter his right arm and the warm feeling it gave contrasted the freezing temperature of the room.

He was fully calm while the voice of the boy distorted so much so that even simple speech seemed implausible. His mouth foamed up, bones hardened, muscles tensed up, and his skin rotted just like the undead they had recently defeated.

The boy was left in the room to starve for days that extended to weeks with no contact with another sentient being. He was silent for his hunger dug into his being and the chains tightened each time his arms shrank.

Although Carl wasn't in any physical pain, the mental abuse he had been receiving for the past weeks tormented him. The wailing cries of the boy were so prominent that our hero wasn't able to sleep a wink. The ramblings of a mad man weren't too far off if used to describe what the boy was spouting out.

Before finally falling asleep, he was haunted by another line of phrase.

However, it was a complete phrase that came out of the boy who had been famished.

"for..... the... resistance..."

Raged swelled from within, throbbing out of his mind and his chest. The remains of the boy started to move with a strong will that was able to tear open the walls holding the chains and revealed a group of villagers dressed in the same way as the man who injected the serum into the boy.

The now zombified child leaped at the surprised bunch only to be met with a heavy blow covering his entire torso.

*Carl wakes up in a familiar room accompanied by the pain of getting slapped

"YOOOOOOO HE BACCCCC!!!!!!!!!" Ricardo shouted. "Motherfck" *slaps friend again "how long you gonna sleep????"

Our crazy protagonist then proceeds to fail a backflip that inflicted two hearts of damage on impact. He rolled around in pain before standing back up.

{Task Completed : The Hollow Forest [Pacifist Series/Tutorial Series]}

{Task Completed : Quench Thy Thirst [Tutorial Series]}

{Task Completed : Run [Pacifist Series/Tutorial Series]}

{Quest Completed : Gather Wood [Nigel Series]}

{Total Rewards : You can now replay experience when you dream. You don't stagger as much when getting hurt. Now you can craft.}

"Well, these aren't first-class rewards but they're upgrades I welcome. So please don't try to kill us again you silly willy game." Ricardo joked.

"Did the truth set thy selves free? My soon to be champions of light, are you willing to go forth knowing the world, unsalvageable? Thine breath deepens." a smooth voice flowed into the minds of both adventurers.

"Ay, thanks for the fix. Gramps you a lifesaver but I sincerely hope you didn't touch me while healing me." Ricardo responded.

The tone of the room changed drastically. Silence engulfed Nigel's church as a tall mysterious figure entered it. He lounged on a nearby bench and glanced at the two survivors. He didn't move as much a muscle afterward but the tension didn't dissipate. A looming presence of a battle-scarred veteran drowned Ricardo's usual bombastic self.

"So these are the prophesied legends? Had I missed the coordinates or the had the timing been a bit later, they'd ended their lives meaninglessly right there and then," he spoke with a tough voice.

"Name's Ryan. Ryan Hill Turdbury. Mock me dad and I'll break you."

"LMAO!!!!! TURDDDDDDD EGGS DEE!!!" Ricardo laughed uncontrollably and caused everyone in the room to glare at him intensely. "I'm sorry man. You like one of them nerds tryina sound cool and shiet."

Ryan laughed along and the atmosphere lightened up.

"Never heard someone talk to one of the tens like that. You got guts kid, I'll give you that. Lemme reintroduce myself. Ryan Hill Turdbury, the grandmaster of arms and leader of resistance number 1.16.2"