"Where's Violet?" I ask rather meakly. He's an information broker so maybe he'd know? Stupid logic but I was getting really worried and I really wasn't enjoying this sinking, nauseous, feeling in my stomach.

"Ohhhh, you mean Vialait," he drawled, as per usual. "Your girl buddy is here don't you worry, haha."

My heart jumped, "So, where is she? and have you never heard of a girlfriend? Who says girl buddy and you're saying her name wrong too," I figured I was giving off a vibe of desperation and 'I'm a little bitch' but I suppose I kind of was. He completely ignored me and put his hand to his chin and started to ponder, which worried me for two reasons. The first being he was actually thinking and the second being why did he have to think about where she was. 

"Yeah, so dude, I think you should wait until I've told you about the world," he did a broad gesture at the three streets filled with people, "no point in you running off into that and getting both of you hurt, and anyways I'll help ya find her, free of charge."

How kind. I felt a lot better though, this town seemed pretty safe; like a newbie town in a game or something and now I had help. I glanced out at the town with its three streets and masses of buildings seperating the streets and took a deep breath. And almost instantly felt the panic rising a little. This didn't feel like a dream, it felt too real, so where the fuck was I. 

"Dude!" Rogue woke me up from my reverie, waving like a complete spoon from across the road. He was standing in front of a building named Ye Olde Inne. What a stupid name; the inner nerd in me absolutely loved it. I stepped down the black stone steps of The Link onto the dirt road of Beginnings. The beginning of an adventure maybe? What a corny name but at least it made sense.

"Let's get some food dude and talk, I'll tell ya all you need to know and the food's on me haha," Rogue grinned. I stared at the building and it stared back, this behemoth of wood that resembles the drawings of medieval inns from history books, even the door was a thick chunk of carved wood. Strolling in I notice the bare stone floors, a roaring fire in the hearth and sunlight streaming in the windows bouncing off the wood. It felt kind of cosy, at least for now but I could imagine how dark it got at night; adorning the walls were sticks that I presume were lit on fire at night, and places for candles in every nook and cranny of the place. What I admired the most was the fact the place hadn't gone up in flames yet, wood and fire didn't mix so well from my knowledge. 

Rogue and I both took a seat at one of the smaller tables at the wall, because the windows were too high to see out of really. A woman came to serve us, I assumed she was the inn owner because I didn't see any other staff, but then again bar myself and Rogue there was nobody else here. It was only then I realised how all I could hear was the roaring fire and not much else, bar Rogue and the woman arguing about the price of food or something. I wasn't really paying attention. My mind was still on Violet, or Vialait as Rogue had called her. My heart clenched up and my hands got all clammy, what if I couldn't find her. I felt so lonely and useless. The hard wood dug into my legs, and my feet were already feeling sore from the rough ground here. So pathetic, can't even deal with some petty discomfort. I always wondered: if Violet saw this hopeless part of me would she leave. Ahh now I'm worrying, and worrying doesn't help shit. But it's so hard not to worry. What if she runs into feral dogs or like a tiger. Ok, so I doubt there'd be vicious animals running around the streets but it's possible..? I kept wiping my hands on my jeans and worrying about Violet until Rogue eventually settled a deal with inn woman and turned back to me with a stupid grin on his face, finally, I might be able to get answers.

"How're ya feelin' dude?" He questioned with a stupid grin.

"Where is this place? Where's Earth in relation to here? Where's Violet? Is there a way home?" My voice started wobbling, "Why am I here. How did I get here. Why is everyone dressed like they just walked off the set of Game of Thrones, what the fuck is going on?" I could hear the panic rising a little each time but I started to finally realised how freaked I was about the situation. Took my everything to not breakdown and hyperventilate on the floor. 

Rogue raised his hands, "Chill dude, chill. I'll give you answers, just relax. Man I hate when you guys freak out like that it makes me all antsy, haha," he shifted a bit, and then turned to the left, coincidentally facing to where the fire was, and then started coughing up one of his lungs, I stared at the wall; I hate germs kind of. Next I hear a "Woops" and I turn back thinking for fuck sake what now, and stall. I could feel the goosebumps ripple up my whole body in a wave. I was fucking freaked. Rogue literally waved his hand and the fire went out without a sound, along with a massive chunk of the wall. What the fuck, what the fuck. Like a chunk of the wall completely gone. I could feel my eyes turn into saucers, like holy fuck he just waved his hand. Poof. What in the... Should I try and run away?

"Sorry about that, haha," he scratched the back of his head, embarassed. "Think I got some, like uh, swamp in my lung or something, haha, yeah some water or something haha." 

I just shook my head. I was kind of proud how much calmer I was, but maybe my brain figured it was a dream afterall, considering what just happened. So I pinched my arm really hard and yep it was definitely not a dream; the blossoming pain on my arm a clear indicator of that.

"Anyways let's start at the beginning. You're in a world called High Fantasy Land." Holy fuck it's amazing how he could sound like a normal person when he got down to business; split personalities maybe?

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He waved his hand, "This place is called Beginnings, mabye you remember that from earlier, maybe not; regardless this will be home your home for a while. Now I've a question for you, is there something you've always wanted to be? Since forever. Think of a superpower or something you've always wanted to be able to do, got anything in mind?"

"You're so differe-"

"Shut the fuck up," he stared at me. "Just answer the question." I could feel sweat gathering all over me, what changed? Why'd he just turn into a different person, and then I caught the wall out of the corner of my eye and was reminded this guy could literally disintegrate my head in a second if he wanted to.

"Uh, well, I've always wanted to be able to do magic, like be a magician or wizard?" 

Before I could continue anymore he raised his hand - I flinched - and scratched his chin, "Worth it then. Okay great thanks sorry about that I got a little impatient." Without waiting for me to accept the apology he continued, "Basically you can probably do that now. Why the probably? Well, I bet you got here by vaping some special juice you got from some random vendor from who knows where, correct?" I nodded. "Right well basically some time ago, nobody really knows when, someone invented a special vaping juice that gives people powers based off of what they've always wanted to be able to do deep down. So for example you've always wanted to do magic, and assuming you haven't lied to yourself about that then you'll be able to do magic now." He sat back in his chair and stretched. Interesting, I can do magic holy shit I felt like screaming with excitement. 

"There's one class system we use to rate someones strength and there are two different kinds of powers, limitless and limited. The difference is important, they both will grow to an extent but one has no limit, supposedly, while the other does. What I mean is, imagine you've always wanted to be strong enough you could punch through steel; you'll get the power to be able to train to get that strong, but never stronger. So in other words, with training you can eventually grow strong enough to punch through steel as you know it, but never strong enough to punch through pure titanium, for example. However someone who just wants to be super strong, can potentially grow infinitely strong. Do you follow?" 

"Yeah that's pretty straight forward, and the class system?" This was interesting. I would clearly belong to the no limit portion of people. I've always wanted to be able to magic, with no restriction on what kind, simply able to achieve with magic what I think is possible. Which means my potential should be endless if I'm understanding this correctly, I was literally bursting to go and experiment what was possible. What was this about training though? That's not how superpowers work right.

"The class system goes like this, F is the weakest and then moves up in strength. F - E - D - C - B - A - S. Above S there's supposedly a G rank, G standing for gods. It's a myth really. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the history of this place. So basically time passes a lot differently here than it does on Earth. Thirty years here in High Fantasy Land is equal to about one year on Earth. The world was created by the seven Writers, or at least that's how the story goes. Vapers with the ability to write things into the world, create laws for it and so on. So any questions so far?"

I had a million and I kept forgetting ones just after I thought of them, man I hate when that happens. I always thought I was pretty smart, maybe it was shock, but this was starting to become a bit much to follow.

"Yeah, so does that mean everyone here has supernatural abilities? And what's yours?"

He laughed and pointed in my face exclaiming, "You think I'd just tell you my superpower? What do you think I'm retarded or something?" 

"But you made me tell you, ohhhhhh," then it dawned on me, information broker, "I bet you've a lot of enemies."

"I do indeed," he said with a smug look on his face, why would you be smug about having lots of people who want to hurt and maim you? Odd.

"Also in answer to your first question, not everyone here has a superpower. Well technically they do, but if you don't know what you've always wanted you won't know what it is and as a result you won't be able to develop it. The people you see working in shops that seem ordinary are generally still trying to figure out what their power is, or they're convinced it's to do with the line of work they applied for. All of the people you see other than them working in shops and crafts and so on, they're there because their abilities are directly related to their work. Some people have, unsurprisingly, always wanted to be blacksmiths, or magical blacksmiths, crafters and the list goes on."

"Ok, makes sense," What did I want to ask now? I guess the second biggest question I wanted answered. "Why are you helping me?"

"Well hooo weeee, that one's a doozy because firstly, I get information from you. Secondly I might make a new enemy," I'm a hundred percent certain I saw his eyes SHINE. "Not to mention the biggest reason is I think you're interesting, or at least your ability will be, any more questions? I kind of have things to do. But first!" He exclaimed and clapped his hands, "you need a new name. A fantasy name, you can't rethink or change it so don't go for anything hastily, it's just part of the rules. Accept it. And remember you must always obey this rule, or you'll have foul luck. Don't test it. Just accept it." This seemed pretty serious.

"Pendragon," I spurted. I always liked that name, it's cool. I didn't even second-think it.

"Uh, interesting. Definitely not an impulsive decision." He nodded. "Your girlfriend," emphasis on the girlfriend, "changed her name to Vialait, the Irish of Violet, apparently. Pretty smart if you ask me. Your name is well... so any final questions?"

"Where's Vialait?" My heart was pounding, he said he'd help. Maybe I could finally see Vialait again.

He waved his hand, like he was miming sliding his hand along a wall in the air. And then sunlight streamed in. My jaw dropped, there was a man sized chunk gone from the wall of the Inn. He pointed through the opening and my eyes followed where he was pointing. Across the road and stream of people, occasionally glancing at the gaping hole in the Inn, was another Inn called Ye Newe Inne and in one of the small windows of bubbled glass I caught a glimpse of silver hair that I knew far too well.

"Vialait is right there, buddy. Hehe." This fucker did this on purpose.

A short time after Rogue and Pendragon had left the inn owner came back into the main room with food, "That fucker Rogue did it again," she shook her head and dropped all of the food. It floated apart into dust before it could hit the ground and slowly dispersed into the air while the inn owner raised her hands, and the floor where the gap was raised in answer. It slowly filled the void from Rogues roguish antics, and took shape exactly as it had been before. The fire began roaring and all the marks in the walls were filled in.