Cindy was glad she used her wish to bring her dad to Gaia. Of course she had to make it seem like she was in trouble to get him ready for her plans. When he woke up he would see her in danger that was for sure. She had purposely come near the Boroclops spawning place in order for him to have something to fight against. Nothing could immerse you in a game more than a fight. She didn’t want to explain skills and abilities to him in some long winded prologue like a boring game does.
Cindy was burning with curiosity. She had made her dad into the polar opposite of herself. She specialized in the magics that this world had and was building herself into a ‘Jill of all Spells’. Cindy giggled at the turn of words.
No, she was building a tutorial for him. She had planned for days on how to teach him all the different ways he could act while in this world. When she was making her dad’s character sheet she made sure to make it as easy for him as possible and built it out for him. She was amazed that he did have access to the monstrous races she hadn’t been given when she decided to summon him to this world with one of her wishes.
What was the tutorial's job? To teach you how something worked. The system of the world had prompted her easily enough when she first got here on how to use skills. Magic was far harder to learn and had taken her several minutes before she landed a hit. Though instead of level ups like she had expected this world worked much differently. Cindy wondered how it would work for Dad. What skill would he start with? She looked up to the sky and said a silent prayer to the goddess Gaia and waited.
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The body she chose started to materialize in front of her eyes. Light gathered and filled in the silhouette that was there at first. Motes flitted together and slowly turned the color of flesh and cloth. A tunic appeared, shorts and some ropes wrapped around his ankles. She was disappointed that he didn’t start off with boots and a helmet as well. Maybe that was the trade off for being a monstrous race? Oh well.
Dad was huge, maybe two stories tall easily. Cindy was barely taller than she had been in real life. His muscles bulged and were much larger here. His short sandy brown hair was messy and his eyes were closed. She had inherited her green eyes from her father and she wondered if he had them here like she did. Hair lined his arms and legs. Some on his chest as well and she frowned. He wasn’t supposed to be hairy.
Familiar features started to fill in his face so she knew he would wake up quickly. She started to run towards the Boroclops. When she was in range Cindy stopped and raised her hands bringing up the words of her runes that she would weave into the spell she was about to use. “Flaming Bolt Pulse!” Cindy yelled and sent the most meager of spells at the Boroclops. It hit next to it and brought its full attention to her.
The Boroclops was a medium sized monster. Maybe ten feet tall. A true starter enemy, small monsters didn’t really count. It had long shaggy fur the color of dirt that seemed to flow with every movement it made as it whirled on her. Sharp curving tusks jutted from its mouth as it chomped the air in front of its face. A single bloodshot eye focused on her and with a squeal of immense fury it began to scrape one hoof along the ground. The charge was about to begin.
Dad’s voice echoed through the air, “Wha?”
“DAD HELP!” Cindy screamed with as much fake panic in her voice as she could manage. She worked her face into as much fear as possible as she made herself stand still as if she was paralyzed by terror.
The Boroclops charged.