“Free you? How do I do that?” Michaels said, now sitting cross-legged, looking at the ball of colorful lights.
She hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. “I’m… trapped, in a different plane of existence. What you see now isn’t my actual body. It’s like I’m here… but not ‘here’.” The ball of light flickered into yellow before changing to a deep crimson.
“Okay? But what do I need to do? Telling me that you’re on a different plane of existence tells me nothing,” Michael responded.
Moments later, Michael could have sworn he heard the ball of light sigh. The glow shifted again, this time to a somber blue, pulsating gently.
“It’s not that simple,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration. “To free me, you would need to become my… partner. But that is not a decision to be taken lightly.”
Michael raised an eyebrow. “Partner? Like in a co-op game or something?”
“No, I don’t even know what that means,” the light answered, its glow dimming slightly. “It means our fates would be intertwined. You would gain power, but you would also share in my burdens.”
Michael leaned back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “And what does that mean?”
The light hesitated, flickering between colors as if she were struggling to find the right words. “I can offer you strength, knowledge, and protection. But it also means a responsibility, a bond that cannot be easily broken.”
As she spoke, the light’s color shifted to a conflicted mix of green and violet. Even in this form, Michael could sense her hesitation, her internal struggle. She needed him, but was it fair to bind herself to him? To burden him with her struggles?
“Why me?” Michael asked softly. “Why not someone else?”
The light dimmed further, almost as if it were shrinking. “Because you have been the only person to ever show up here. I’ve been here for many years, far more than I could count. Please… you’re my only hope.” Her voice stuttered in sadness.
Michael remained silent, absorbing her words. The idea of gaining power was tempting, but the thought of being tied to another being’s fate gave him pause. He watched as the light flickered, her uncertainty mirroring his own.
Finally, he spoke. “Alright. I’ll help you. What will exactly happen?” he asked.
The light brightened slightly, a hopeful golden hue emerging. “I would be bound to your soul. We would share our strengths and our knowledge. You would gain access to my abilities, and I would draw power from your life force.”
Michael’s eyes widened. “You mean, you’d be inside me? Like, all the time?”
“Yes,” she replied, her tone gentle but firm. “We would become partners in the truest sense. But I promise, And don’t worry, I will respect your privacy.” she chuckled a little.
Michael took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision before him. “Alright. I’ll do it. How do we begin?”
The light pulsed brightly, her form shifting into a soft, warm glow. “Thank you, Michael. Close your eyes and focus on your breath. Touch the ball of light.”
As Michael closed his eyes and reached out his hand, he felt a strange warmth enveloping him, a connection forming between them. The world around him seemed to fade, and for a moment, he felt a profound sense of unity. Then, abruptly, the warmth intensified, transforming into an unbearable heat.
Michael gasped, his eyes snapping open as searing pain flooded his veins. It felt as though his blood had been replaced with magma, every nerve ending ablaze with white-hot agony. He collapsed to the ground, writhing and clutching his chest as the intense heat coursed through his body, threatening to consume him from the inside out.
“Michael!” Embora’s voice echoed in his mind, filled with urgency and concern. “You must endure this! Our bond is being forged!”
Michael could barely comprehend her words through the haze of pain. His vision blurred, tears streaming down his face as he convulsed on the ground. The agony was relentless, and he could feel himself teetering on the brink of consciousness.
Suddenly, he felt an excruciating pressure behind his eyes, as if they were being squeezed from within. He screamed, his cries raw and desperate, as the pressure built until his eyes felt like they were about to burst. And then, with a sickening pop, his vision went dark, leaving him in a void of searing pain and terror. Flame bursts out of his mouth every time he screams.
Moments later, his vision began to return, but not as it had been before. His eyes reformed, the pain subsiding into a strange clarity. He could see more sharply, more vividly, the colors around him intensified and became more vibrant.
The heat continued to ebb, the intensity gradually lessening. Michael lay on the ground, drenched in sweat, his body trembling with exhaustion. He panted heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to regain control over his senses.
“Michael,” Embora’s voice was softer now, filled with gentle reassurance. “You endured the forging of our bond. You are stronger than you know.”
Michael struggled to push himself up, his limbs trembling with the effort. “What… what just happened?” he asked, his voice hoarse from screaming.
“The process of binding is not without its trials,” Embora explained, her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and compassion.
“You have become more than you were. Our souls are now intertwined, and with that comes great power, but also great responsibility.”
Michael nodded weakly, still trying to process everything. Then he chuckled. “You... stole that... from... Spider-Man.”
Suddenly, Michael looked around, his breath catching in his throat. The familiar environment dissolved into a stark, empty void. Everything was white, stretching endlessly in every direction. His heart pounded in his chest as he turned, desperately searching for any sign of familiarity.
Then he saw it.
A massive red dragon, its scales gleaming like molten metal, stood beside him. The dragon’s presence was overwhelming, its size and power radiating a palpable aura. Michael’s eyes widened in shock, his body frozen in place. His mind raced, trying to comprehend the impossible reality before him.
“Michael, it’s alright,” Embora’s voice was gentle, echoing softly in the void. “Do not be afraid. This is my true form. I am here with you, and you are safe.”
Michael’s mouth opened and closed, words failing him as he stared at the dragon. His legs felt weak, threatening to give way beneath him. He could barely breathe, each inhale shaky and shallow.
“Take a moment,” Embora continued, her tone soothing and reassuring. “You have endured much. But remember, I am your partner. I will not harm you.”
Gradually, Michael’s breathing steadied, though his heart still raced. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to meet the dragon’s gaze. “So…you’re... you’re a dragon?” he finally managed to say, his voice trembling.
“Yes,” Embora replied softly. “And now, we are bound together. Our strengths, and our fates, are intertwined. You are not alone in this.”
Michael started to calm himself down. Breathe in, and out. “Alright, I’m fine now,” Michael said, his voice steadier. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised considering what’s happened so far.”
[You are now bonded with (Embora). Given your stat points you are given the option to choose one class from the list below]
Dragon Sage- Description: The Dragon Sage combines martial prowess with intellectual strategy. They are both formidable fighters and brilliant tacticians, leveraging their mental acuity to outthink and outmaneuver opponents.
Dragon Fighter-Description: The Dragon Fighter is a warrior infused with the essence of a dragon, combining physical might with draconic power. These fighters are formidable in close combat, using their immense strength and durability to dominate the battlefield. Additionally, their draconic heritage grants them unique abilities that set them apart from ordinary fighters.
Dragon Scholar - Description: The Arcane Scholar is a master of ancient knowledge and mystical secrets. They blend rigorous intellectual pursuits with practical spellcasting abilities, focusing on understanding and manipulating arcane energies.
[Warning: You must choose one now before you can level up]
“Um... it says I can’t level up without choosing a class? What does that mean?” Michael asked, turning to face Embora, who towered over him.
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She closed her eyes for a moment before responding. “Once a humanoid bonds with a creature, that person can then level up. It’s a crucial decision—once bonded, you can never separate until the humanoid dies. During the bonding, the creature loses its body, and its soul resides in the humanoid’s soul.”
“Wait,” Michael interrupted, “sorry…I have a couple of questions.”
“Fine, ask your questions,” Embora replied.
“First, you said a person can level up once bonded. Does that mean that if I didn’t bond with you, I’d stay at whatever level I am?” Michael asked.
“No, you could still level up. However, you wouldn’t get a class or many skills until you bonded,” Embora explained.
“Okay, got it. Next, you kept saying ‘humanoids.’ I know what ‘humanoid’ means, but what does that mean here?”
Embora let out a small sigh. “Humanoids refer to anything with a humanoid body, such as humans, elves, dwarves, orcs.”
“THERE ARE ELVES HERE!?” Michael shouted, interrupting in astonishment.
Embora blinked, taken aback by his sudden outburst. “Yes, there are elves here,” she said, her tone tinged with surprise. “Why are you so shocked?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that where I’m from there aren’t any elves, just humans,” Michael explained, his voice filled with a mix of wonder and disbelief.
“Well, that certainly explains your reaction,” Embora replied, her surprise fading into a gentle smile. “But back to your questions. Did you have anything else to ask?”
“Well…I have a ton of questions, but I’ll wait to ask them for now,” Michael said, believing that this was the best option. He decided to wait until she was finished to ask any more questions.
“How about I tell you later. For now, pick a class.” She sighed
Michael nods and turns to look back at the screen. And focused on one line that confuses him.
Given your stat points, you are given the option to choose one class from the list below
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 11
Wisdom: 12
Perception: 10
Michael stared at the screen, confused as to what he was looking at. "A screen popped up showing me my 'stats.' What does that mean exactly? Like, why is my strength at 15, but I have no idea if that's good or not."
Embora tilted her head slightly, considering how best to explain. "In this world, 'stats' are a numerical representation of your body's potential. So your 15 points in strength mean that you are 15 percent of your body's natural strength. It applies to all of your other stats as well."
Michael frowned, tilting his head to match Embora's. "Fifteen percent? That doesn't sound very strong."
"Well, if you level up, you earn 10 points to insert into any stat you want," Embora continued. "Each point represents a single percentage. If you insert one point into strength, you won't really notice the difference, but if you put all 10 into it, then you could lift heavier things."
Michael began to pace around, his brow furrowed in thought. He rubbed his chin, contemplating the implications of what she was saying. "So, it's like a gradual increase? One point won't make much of a difference, but over time, I could become really strong if I keep adding to it?"
"Exactly," Embora confirmed, watching him with a patient expression. "Your current stats give you a good foundation, but how you choose to allocate future points will determine how you develop."
Michael stopped pacing and looked back at the screen, then at Embora. "This is starting to make sense. So, leveling up is crucial to getting stronger and becoming more capable."
"Yes," Embora said with a nod. "And choosing the right class will help you focus on the areas where you want to improve the most."
Michael took a deep breath, still feeling the weight of the decision. He glanced at his stats again, considering how each class might benefit from his strengths. "Alright, I think I get it now. I just need to decide which path to take."
"Take your time," Embora reassured him. "This is an important decision, but you don't have to rush. When you're ready, choose the class that feels right for you."
Michael nodded, feeling a bit more confident. He turned back to the screen, ready to make his choice.
Michael took a deep breath, his eyes scanning over the options before him. The screen displayed three choices, each with its own potential and pitfalls. He needed to choose wisely.
[Dragon Sage- The Dragon Sage combines martial prowess with intellectual strategy. They are both formidable fighters and brilliant tacticians, leveraging their mental acuity to outthink and outmaneuver opponents.
Dragon Fighter- The Dragon Fighter is a warrior infused with the essence of a dragon, combining physical might with draconic power. These fighters are formidable in close combat, using their immense strength and durability to dominate the battlefield. Additionally, their draconic heritage grants them unique abilities that set them apart from ordinary fighters.
Dragon Scholar- The Dragon Scholar is a master of ancient knowledge and mystical secrets. They blend rigorous intellectual pursuits with practical spellcasting abilities, focusing on understanding and manipulating arcane energies.]
Michael's thoughts raced as he weighed the options. The Dragon Sage seemed appealing because it offered a balance. He wouldn't just be relying on brute strength but could use his mind to outmaneuver enemies. However, he wondered if this balance would make him a jack of all trades, master of none.
The Dragon Fighter was tempting because of his natural strength. Being a powerhouse on the battlefield, with added draconic abilities, could make him a formidable opponent. But he worried about being too one-dimensional, relying only on physical strength.
The Dragon Scholar offered immense knowledge and magical power. The idea of mastering ancient secrets and arcane energies fascinated him. However, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to be a scholar, especially with his current lack of knowledge about this world and its magic.
He looked back at his stats
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 11
Wisdom: 12
Perception: 10
His strengths leaned towards physical prowess, but he wasn’t weak in other areas either.
Michael closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. He needed to decide where he wanted to focus his growth. Did he want to become a strategic fighter, a powerful warrior, or a master of magic?
“Take your time,” Embora had said. But he knew he couldn’t ponder forever. His path forward, his survival, and the potential to save Embora all depended on this choice.
The Dragon Fighter called to him the most. His natural strength and the idea of draconic power enhancing his abilities made sense. Plus, he felt like he could protect himself and others better with raw power. He liked the idea of being able to hold his own in a fight, especially in a world so unfamiliar and dangerous.
“Alright,” he whispered to himself, opening his eyes and staring at the screen with renewed determination. "Let's do this."
With a deep breath, he selected the Dragon Fighter. As Michael confirmed his choice, a brilliant white flash filled his eyes, blinding him momentarily. When the light faded, a new screen appeared before him, displaying a selection of starter weapons.
[CHOOSE YOUR STARTER WEAPON]
[Short Sword and Shield- A reliable combination for both offense and defense. The short sword is easy to wield and perfect for quick, precise strikes, while the small shield offers protection and can be used to block or bash enemies.
Battle Axe- A sturdy, single-bladed axe designed for powerful, sweeping attacks. Its weight allows it to deal significant damage with each swing, making it ideal for close combat.
Spear- A long, versatile weapon that offers both reach and agility. It can be used for thrusting attacks to keep enemies at bay or thrown for ranged combat.]
Michael stood before the screen, his eyes scanning over the options presented to him. The Short Sword and Shield, the Battle Axe, and the Spear—all held their own appeal, each offering unique advantages suited to different styles of combat. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his mind racing with considerations.
Embora stood beside him, her presence comforting yet expectant. She observed him with a knowing patience, allowing him the space to make his decision. Michael appreciated her silent support, knowing that this choice would shape their journey together.
After a moment of contemplation, Michael turned to Embora. "I need a moment to think this through," he said, his voice steady.
Embora nodded understandingly. "Take your time, Michael," she replied softly. "Choose the weapon that feels right to you. It will be an extension of your strength and skill."
Michael nodded back, grateful for her understanding. He took a step back from the screen and closed his eyes, focusing inward. He considered his strengths—his agility and quick reflexes could make the Short Sword and Shield a nimble and defensive choice. On the other hand, the sheer power of the Battle Axe appealed to his natural strength, promising devastating blows in close combat. The Spear offered reach and versatility, ideal for keeping enemies at bay or striking from a distance.
Opening his eyes, Michael turned back to the screen with renewed clarity. He reached out and touched the image of the Short Sword and Shield, his decision firm and resolute.
"I've made my choice," Michael announced, his voice carrying determination. "I'll go with the Short Sword and Shield."
Embora nodded approvingly, a warm smile spreading across her features. "A wise decision, Michael," she affirmed. "The Short Sword and Shield will serve you well in many situations. Now, let us continue."
The short sword and shield materialized in Michael's hands as if conjured from the ether. The sword, crafted from gleaming steel, had a blade that was straight and narrow, designed for quick, precise strikes. Its hilt was wrapped in leather for a secure grip, with a simple yet elegant crossguard that provided protection for his hand during combat. The shield was sturdy but not overly large, made from polished wood reinforced with metal along its edges. Its surface was emblazoned with a modest crest, a symbol of resilience and defense.
As Michael examined the weapons, he noted their practicality. The sword's blade caught the dim light of the void, reflecting a faint glint that spoke of its sharpness. The shield, though unadorned, felt solid in his grasp, promising reliable protection against incoming blows.
Once Michael made his decision the white void faded away and finds himself in the same place he was in, surrounded by the toxic lake, this time the ball of light was nowhere to be seen.
Michael looked around "Embora? Are you here?"
"I'm here Michael" Michael couldn't pinpoint where her voice came from, it sounded like it was inside his head.
"I reside in your soul now, I will be with you from now on." She answered.
"also some advice, if you ever want to see your own stats just say or think of it and it'll appear, personally I just call out my 'stats' for them to appear."
"So, if I want to see my stats... I just call them out?" Michael mused aloud, testing the idea.
Embora chuckled softly in his mind. "Yes, just focus on it, and they will appear to you. It's a useful ability in this world."
Michael took a moment to center himself, closing his eyes and concentrating on the concept of his own stats. Immediately, a translucent panel materialized in his mind's eye, displaying numerical values:
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 13
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 11
Wisdom: 12
Perception: 10
He opened his eyes, blinking in surprise at the clarity of the information presented to him. "It worked," he murmured, impressed by the seamless integration of this new ability.
Embora's presence within him felt comforting yet surreal. She was now a part of him, their destinies intertwined in ways he couldn't fully grasp yet. it felt as if he filled a void inside him that he didn't know that needed to be filled, But he knew one thing—he wasn't alone. With Embora's guidance and their shared bond, he felt a newfound confidence to face the challenges ahead.
"Thank you, Embora," Michael said aloud, his voice filled with gratitude and determination.
"So...How do we get out of here?" Michael asked.