Proceeding to wander around the pit, the girl had taken to trying to get out for the past few hours. She had rubbed the walls and prodded the grooves and edges of the pit to no avail. She had even taken to trying to climb out manually only to fall on her back multiple times.

The fact that she had a splitting headache from seemingly mental trauma as well as physical trauma made her attempts only more difficult.. She had occasionally rubbed her head and had realized that her locks had eventually became bloody. That would of course explain the black spots that sometimes danced frantically in her visions.

She let out a soft self deprecating chuckle as she looked at the thick red coating that covered her fingers. Rolling her eyes, she then rolled her neck, shoulders, and other parts of her body, She took in a deep breathe before taking a seat on the ground. After sitting, she took an even deeper breathe, this one shakier than the previous.

She felt the nerves in her body tingle as she trembled, she was scared right now. Taking a seat was an attempt to calm herself down, but being lower only made her realize how small she was and once again how high up her only exit was.

She felt that as she breathed out she wasn't able to breathe back in. The panic began to weigh on her chest as tears began to cloud her eyes. Hyperventilation wasn't what was happening right now. Such a thing occurred from excessive breathing, but right now she was suffocating. She tried to gasp in even a single breath as the lights in her eyes dimmed considerably.

Falling on her back abruptly, the jolt sent air tunneling into her lungs. She could breathe now. At first it was fine, but she got greedy. After losing something so precious, once she got it back she tried to take in more than she could handle. Hyperventilation was occurring. From lack of oxygen to doubling her intake, she passed out immediately.

When the poor girl finally woke up, she was greeted by a worded line of grey gracing her eyes.

'Ding, [Resistance: Fear] has been granted to the one of strong will

A sharp intake of breathe was released from between the girl's lips as she gasped. She stared at the screen in front of in her shock, "What the hell is this?!" She cursed with widened eyes. Taking a deep breathe to calm herself, "Alright Mourna, calm down, you got this," Mourna began trying to fiddle with the screen, when she realized that the prompt hadn't been the first set of words she'd gotten.

Welcome Mourna Brookes of New York, you have been selected to answer the Calling, along with ten others of your fellow Earthlings.

Please select a special subclass from the following for being one of the first ten humans to answer the Calling.

Beast Master (Taken)

Seer (Taken)

Keeper (Taken)

Scribe

Enchantress (Taken)

Hollower (Taken)

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Sleeper (Taken)

Forsaken (Taken)

Mathematician (Taken)

Songstress (Taken)

Mourna looked at the screens with a scowl, 'Why show me the options I can't even choose, if their already taken,' she says try to click any of the greyed out names. Shrugging with a sigh, she clicked on the Scribe subclass.

Congratulations on selecting the Subclass: Scribe.

A scribe is someone who keeps records, do so well, as you continue throughout the world of Calling.

You have gained the Active Skill: Summon Record

You have gained the Passive Skill: Scribe Rumor

You have gained the Passive Skill: Writing Memories

Mourna shakes her heads as she ignores the prompts, none of this was getting her out of this hole, neither was it helping her survivability down here. She moved on to the next bits of words that appeared before her eyes.

Status:

Name: Mourna Brookes Hp: 40/70 Race: Human(?) Age: 19 Mp: 100/100 Condition: Bleeding, Concussed Class: TBD Subclass: Scribe Lv.1 Title: [Locked]

Mourna's brows scrunched in displeasure as she read over her race. What did it mean when it had a question mark in parenthesizes? Was it questioning if she was human? The condition section was second to catch her eye, the concussed part would explain the odd ringing she was hearing in her hear for the past while.

Due to disadvantaged arrival in Calling as well as disadvantaged starting point,

Mourna Brookes may select two skills without condition or requirement.

After the words came, Mourna became drowsy at the list that appeared, listing hundreds, if not thousands of skills. One that immediately caught her eye was the teleport skill, the skills came with descriptions and as she read the skills description, her shoulders sagged. The skill had a base Mp cost of 1000, and another hundred for ever foot scaling with skill level. She tried filtering her search and luckily the system worked in her favor for once. She definitely needed her first skill to be able to help her get out of this hole. Flight like Teleport had high Mp requirements. Continuing her search she came across a suitable skill.

Skill: Blink Lv.1

Cost: 30 Mp per foot

Use Mana to move using light or shadows.

After selecting the skill and continuing to look, Mourna came across a skill that interested her.

Arcane Word

Cost: 300 Mp per word

Imbue your words with the power to shift reality.

Though she couldn't use the skill right now, it would probably be best to choose a powerful skill now for free. She selected the skill with a shrug.

Looking up at the top of the hole, she casts blink, she appears out of the hole, but then realizes she falling again, not letting the nausea from abruptly moving kill her, she cast blink again, she appears and falls over. Her heads hurts from the consecutive usage of the spell, as well as the concentration needed to perform it. She looks around before letting herself pass out. She had escaped.