There’s a story about a hero being reborn, to justice and all good he is sworn. And as the story unfolds, you find that the end is just a story untold. It’s everyone’s story, and the ending is theirs to make.

My feet hit the stone, a thud sounding around me as I landed. The enemies turned their heads to me, watching me with gaping holes. The undead.

The closest one lunged at me, I easily dodged and it fell to the floor. I took my magic gun and shot down at the enemy’s head.

One down, seven more to go.

I ran towards the next two, bashing their heads together, with my strength, the two heads exploded on impact. The clap of my hands resounded in the small pit.

Two more down. Five more to go.

I aimed for the slow bottom feeders that ambled their way towards me. Bam.

Four, I thought, taking out the first one.

My aim was usually crap with these things, but the enemies were close enough for me to target their fat heads without much of an issue.

Bam.

Three.

Bam.

Two.

I aimed carefully, the last two were at the back of the pack, near the opposite wall. One of the undead was a lot taller than the other, probably the boss. I grinned, that was perfect. I took out the smaller one easily enough. Bam. Bam. I was down to the last one.

I pocketed the gun and drew my sword. I twirled it in my hands, a smile on my face. The big fella ran towards me, much faster than his underling counterparts. I swiftly evaded his incoming fist and sliced off his hand at the wrist. My sword met little resistance as the target was just rotting flesh.

The beast drew back, holding his hand with a scream. I guess the undead felt pain too. I charged at the creature while it was occupied with its numb. I aimed for the head, stabbing my sword right through its eye.

The undead howled and fell to the ground. I swiftly gather up the magic cores in the undead creatures on the floor and jump out of the pit.

Another day’s work over and done.

I smiled at the newbie adventurers that were making their way through the forest. I warn a few that the path they were on would lead to the pit I just cleared. I may have cleared it but falling into a pit was still a good way to get your ankle twisted.

The guild master greeted me at the door. The guild master was a stout woman, hearty and youthful for her age. Though she was only the guild master of a branch office, she was pretty much second in command to the whole guild, given her position. She was in the leading branch for most magic core retrievals. Quite a good place to be sitting.

I greeted her and we chatted for a bit about the fight. Though it was easy, she blew it out of proportion. Just like always.

Our chat quickly ended and I went to one of the receptionists. He was an average man, no distinguishing features besides his pleasant smile and calming nature. If I was gay, he would be my type by all means. But I’m not, I’m more into his womanly counterpart with large breasts.

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“Hello,” I greeted him. I placed the bag of magic cores on the desk in front of him. “Eight magic cores.”

“Okay, let me just check them and I’ll get the money for them.” He took them out one by one, the first five were lower level cores, easy stuff to obtain. They were more white than blue, so they weren’t worth much. The next one was the undead boss, it was a nice skyblue, but he was still a low level creature, so it also wasn’t worth much. The last one was just another one of the firsts. He calculated the costs in his head and said, “It looks like it’s three big copper coins and one copper coin. Sound about right by you?”

I analyzed the cores before I got here and that estimate was a copper coin over what I had gotten for market price, so I readily agreed.

He handed over the money and I left.

I was at the job board when a voice called me from the game. My mother was calling me.

“What?” I angrily yelled from my computer.

She yelled right back saying, “It’s about time you stop wasting your time on those stupid games, don’t you think? Go get a job!”

I had already told her many times before that it wasn’t that easy. You had to apply and wait, do the interview and then wait. I was in the middle of waiting for the outcome of my last interview, though it wasn’t looking good.

“Are you ignoring me?!”

“Of course not ma.”

“Then answer me you good for nothing.”

I rolled my eyes and logged off of my game. “What’s for dinner?”

“Don’t ‘what’s for dinner’ me! I am a busy woman, why don’t you make dinner some time.”

“I don’t know how to cook!” I yelled exasperated as I opened the door. My mother barged into my room with a bag in her hands. “Oh no, what are you doing?”

“I’m packing your bag. It’s time you get out of this house. You’re almost thirty and all you do with your life is play games. It’s time you leave.”

“You don’t mean that, do you ma?”

She glared at me, “Do you think this is a game?” She shoved more random clothes into the bag and the opened the window. As she threw the bag out the window she yelled, “Now go get your shit!”

I grumbled, knowing what was going to happen. I took my toothbrush from the bathroom and got some water bottles from the pantry. I walked out the front door, and just as I expected, the front door closed and locked behind me.

I shoved the water bottles in the bag and sighed.

Could this day get any worse?

I guess that’s when I called the world down on me. Or maybe god.

Because as I walked out onto the street and up the block, I got stabbed and the guy ran away with my bag. I hope he lives well, considering I had to die for it.

And I guess this is where the real story starts, because when I opened my eyes, I was laying in a grassy field filled with flowers and a little girl sat next to me.