"AAAAAHHHHHHGGG!!!..."

If I thought I wasn't alive. The pain certainly reminded me of my, very conscious state. An intense pain spiked all over. Twisting upon the floor, I gripped my chest attempting to breath. It was as tho my organs stretched, skin melted within and, muscles contracted upon one another.

"Nervaria!!! Nevaria, listen to me dear! Listen to me!" I was pulled into an embrace, bile reached up. The pain within, too much to bare.

"Baby listen to me! Breath! I'm here for you!!!" Just as quick as it came. In a moment I was thrashing in someone's arms. The next, everything was gone. I panted, forcing my lungs to work with every breath I took.

Hair tickled my nose, I glanced into my mothers wrinkled expression. "Nevaria, dear..." her voice, soothing my cluttered mind.

"Mo-mom," Fatigued, I uttered back.

Her hand caressed my cheek, "I'm calling a doctor now." Her soft-faced demeanour turned serious.

I gripped onto the sleeve of her nightgown, "No mom don't, please no. It was just a nightmare." I lied. Face scrunching, I should have been dead, dying in this exact place. A glance towards my arm created visible confusing within me. Where deep, twisted cuts once ran, scar tissue sat in its place. Confusion turning almost into a twisted fear... My gawking continued before I snapped out of it, knowing that my mom was here.

My mother continued, "A nightmare? I heard you screaming.... Coming into this room I see my daughter rolling over the floor in pain. And you say it's a dream? Just a dream?" She looked at me, flabbergasted in my words.

"It was nothing mom, 'mother'. I just... I just didnt have a good day."

"Yesterday, you didn't have a good day. Yesterday. It's 5am Varia." Having been laying in my mom's lap, I pushed myself up, out of my mothers embrace. A look at my window cemented mom's words. Darkness hang outside, with the odd street lamp illuminating itself through my thinly curtain.

Attempting to straighten myself in my stance. The world shifted, my head becoming a giddy mess. Falling once more onto my bottom. Turning towards my mom, a reminder of yesterday popped in my head.

"Nevaria?..."

"I... I think I'm just hungry..." I responded to my mother. With a sigh, she stood up.

"I don't know whats going on with you anymore..." She shook her head. "You neither ate last night and you slept with the same drenched clothes you came into the house with."

Attempting to find words, I mumbled a response, "I- I-uh... I was..."

With a frown she added, "Look I'll go warm up your food okay. Take that filthy clothes off, get dressed and do me just one favour."

"Um, what's that?" I questioned.

"You're going to wash, because if you think I didnt notice that you haven't touched that shower in the last week then... I'm sorry, I did." She walked out, leaving me red-faced, embarrased.

Upon the closure of my door, I felt at my left arm. The ragged flesh which laid cut there was healed, the light scar tissue betraying time. Seeming as tho it occured years past. I recalled everything, yet it felt unreal. Touching my forehead, the gash Evelyn left was... to say missing would be the correct word.

I looked upon the place I'd gotten a blackout at. The blood which had once pooled there was no more. Everything was... strange... nothing made sense. I remembered stabbing myself. I remembered that arid clearing I found myself in, the same one I'd almost drowned within... and that world of swords...

Attempting to bring up every memory caused me to jerk, rubbing a finger at my templem. A headache lingered just aways behind. Looking more closely next to my bed, I see a orange hilt peeking under my bed. The same knife I'd used on myself.

Grasping the knife in hand, I inspected it. One look answered all my questions. Upon the edge of the blade, blood in its dried crusty form laid on it. So whatever I did last night. It wasn't a lie...

Ugh... Nothing made sense.

Slipping the blade once more into its hiding spot, I looked further on myself, feeling if anything was... wrong. The only thing of visible disturbance was my stomach, it growled in protest. The clothes I wore as well, damp to the touch. That I hadn't gotten hypothermia yet was perhaps god's work.

The discomfort of my moist clothing overcame me and with a sigh, I set to dressing out of it.

The Laziness within me, making me actually contemplate walking with a towel around. My exhaustion killing my motivation of even the most simplistc of tasks. With a shake of my head, I opted to rather wear just a vest and some skimpy shorts I'd forgotten about last year.

I was in my house, if I couldn't be comfortable here then where then?

Throwing a blanket across me, I wobbled my way into the kitchen. Catching a whiff of that same pasta which I'd avoided yesterday, I slipped into a chair. I sat, hugging my knees to my chest. Mother placed a plate, filled with that very same pasta, "Had you eaten yesterday, then it wouldn't be tasting as dry as it is now sweety..."

"It's fine, thank you mother," I twirled my fork in the batch, scooping up a mouth-full.

I looked unto the kichen cabinets. A hunchback TV sat there, playing some sort of news program. Mother always tended to keep it on WolfNews, why? I wouldn't know.

It was one of those old Television sets, with the much too large backside. The screen it showed, flickering every few seconds.

I perked up, actually taking notice of what was being played. A presenter spoke up, "-It was quite the scene at Winston Corp, the main office having caught itself alight through means which havent been confirmed as of yet. The Tri-Light team were dispatched to evacuate and rescue civilians who were unable to escape through the blaze. One of our Journalists on the ground was lucky enough to capture footage of this very event."

The image switched to an urban street, ground level. The camera view shook, yet it aimed upwards at a almost 40 floor building. A screech blared from the TV, two figures zooming downwards. A blue capped hero, flying with practiced ease. Atmos. Held within his hands, a giant of a man covered head to toe in glistening armor. Vanguard. With a struggled toss the Juggernaut flew head first in, crashing through the glass panes of the skyscraper.

An explosion burst above, the cameraman struggling to keep steady. Furniture and rubble careened downwards, yet halfway down it basked in a violet hue. Slowing to a feathers fall. The video aimed downwards, capturing a woman. Her feet seemingly inches from the ground, hair which disobeyed gravity itself. Gravitas Regina.

Stolen story; please report.

I knew all these heroes, considering they weren't new on the superhero scene. Neither veterans either. The news program continued, showing Vanguard throwing civilians almost unheroicly down for Regina to simply slow down their fall.

I plopped a mouth full of pasta in, my stomach calming itself. Placing my attention back to my food

"Not a fan of heroes anymore?" My mother asked, sitting upon a seat adjacent from me.

"Nah. Not anymore I mean..." I responded, fiddling with the fork in my plate.

"You used to jump up and down, screaming their names when you were still my cute lil' muffin." Mother chuckled, continuing, "I wish you'd speak to me tho... You've been gloomy all year."

"Mother it's nothing," I furrowed my brows, the mood instantly turning sour for me.

It was fine, I could handle it. I could... My mind turned back to the events of last night. That silhouette never leaving my mind. The questions she asked, confusing. Even now I didnt know what she meant. Something was... wrong tho.

Before I realised it, my plate had been picked clean. My stomach protested for more yet I knew this was all there was for me.

"Shower?" My mother asked, rasing a eyebrow.

"I guess so," I'd avoided it for a while but considering my mother, she'd annoy me all morning if I declined.

I fetched a change of clothes from my room, taking any hygene products stashed in my draws with me to the bathroom. I sighed, I really was lazy. Turning the shower on, I awaited for that blessed hot water to come down. I didnt feel the need for a cold shower, I didn't wanna test the bounds of my health

As the time ticked, the water heated to the perfect temperature. Undressing myself, glasses placed aside. I slipped into the shower basking myself in the needed heat. A rare pleasantry, even tho I'd ignore spoling myself as such.

Having another chance to examine myself, I felt at my arm. The scar tissue clearly wasn't any old cuts I'd made in the past. Too thick and deep. I tried not to believe in my stupid belief that maybe everything was true. That maybe somehow I'd gotten blessed with some mysterious superhero ability.

I chuckled almost silently. Lifting my head up, allowing the water to stream down my face. But really tho, imagine me? Nervaria? A girl that was already well past her awakening age. Too weak even now to even hope in such frivolous and funny dreams.

Even if I were to be given the chance... Whats the use. I could barely even protect myself, no less Blue Creek. What was the use...

I looked downwards, clenching my fist. Evelyn really took the last out of me... huh... I thought with a smile.

*ping

A noise, closer to a phone notification than anything else sounded before me. I looked forward and gaped stepping back against the cold shower wall.

Initializing...

Huh?...

Process Completed.

I found myself planted against the wall, my heart beating once more.

Introduction The world created you immense pain. You fought it back, blade in hand, against your own being... allowing yourself a peace of mind amongst a dying mental state. This could last only so long...

Wait no. No. No. No. This was a lie wasnt it. I rubbed at my eyes, seeing the words even without my glasses yet before I could fully analyze the blue text, another popped into existence

Ping*

Introduction The Sword Mistress, she commands all manner of blades, in small and massive forms. Her manipulation over her own pain, limitless. With this power, you shall carve your path forward. Creating a name unlike any other. Or perhaps you shall become but a memory. With the tools to carve destiny, you shall become the savior of those who ached after... or perhaps, the blade which carved into those who created you.

Class 'Sword Mistress' gained!

General Skill: Minor Regeneration attained!

Class Skill:

Blade Manipulation Lvl 1 attained!

Class Skill: Blade Manifestation Lvl 1 attained!

Soul Skill: Sacrifice to The Crimson Sea attained!

This was a joke. Just a horrible joke. I gawked at the blue screens, my thoughts seemingly muffled as I struggled to take it all in. A final screen popped up, banishing all the others.

Introduction:

To view your parameters:

State the word 'Status'

Steeling my heart, I wasn't disillusioned. Within the torrent of water, with a huffed breath I spoke, "Status."

Holding my breath, my eyes widened, the blue text following my vision. I... I...

Status Name: Nervaria Delport Alias: None Class: Sword Mistress Level: 1(0%) Allegiance: Neutral(0) Stats Unspent Points: 0 Str: 3 Agl: 4 End: 4 Dex: 3 Int: 6 Soul: 5 SoulBound Equipment: [Locked Until Level 25] Skills: Skill Points: 0 General Skills: Minor Regeneration {Passive} Class Skills: Blade Manipulation Lvl 1 Blade Manifestation Lvl 1 Soul Skills: Sacrifice to The Crimson Sea {Passive}

I... I was a superhuman?...