User:PanSola/A Mesmer's Tale

Disclaimer

 * This is a fan fiction. Any depiction of events, individuals, or organizations that resembles the contents of Guild Wars is most likely intentional.  Any depiction of events, individuals, or organizations that deviates from the contents of Guild Wars is also most likely intentional.  On the other hand, any resembalence of events, individuals, or organizations in Real LifeTM is purely coincedental.


 * Aside from "1070" and "1072", any use of dates in this fiction (including seasons) are made up, and should not be assumed to be consistent with the actual in-game timeline.


 * The thoughts and inclinations of the main character of the story has nothing to do with the actual author. The main character could think Purple is the most beautiful color in the world while the auther might find it the ugliest, only the second most beautiful, simply not care, or the auther could even potentially be color blind.

Prelude
"Rurik! No~!"

The nightmare woke me up. It was still dark. I could see the full moon high in the sky outside of the window. My heart was pounding. The unbearable nightmare. Suddenly filled with a nostalgic longing, I took out my diary and read by the moonlight.

Chapter 1
1070, Season of the Pheonix, xxth

I can't believe this, tomorrow we head for Ascalon City! Sis is still bitter that Mother made her to wait until Sori reaches 14, as opposed to leaving this backwater village when herself was 14. I suppose I feel a little sorry for her, 4 years is a LONG wait afterall. I'm 16 now, and the last two years I also secretly hoped somehow Sori could grow up faster... Father has arranged for Sir Tydus to look out after us in the City. I keep forgetting, was Sir Tydus a friend from Father's guilding days, or Mother's? The way these grown ups (wait, I'm considered a grownup too now) reminiscence things are really confusing. No consistency in their stories whatsoever. And if I ask them a simple question about what they did before we were born, they answer with 5 unrelated stories!

Mother is making sure Sis remembers how to properly thank Sir Tydus for the presents he sent on her birthday. I'm anxious to meet Cousin Althea again (though how am I supposed to find her in the largest city of Ascalon? Not to mention she's kind of an important person now, the head of an actor's stage, will she have time?). I have so much stories to tell her since she last visited us, and I'm going to tell her I've decided to be a mesmer just like her! She's going to be so proud.

1070, Season of the Pheonix, xxth

They say clothing makes the person. Well, with my newly crafted Dilettante's Armor, I'm now officially a Mesmer! We arrived in the City with little fanfare, though the LACK of fanfare was probably what distinguished us in this hustling city. A Town Crier spotted and identified us, and told us that Sir Tydus has been expecting us. Thanks to the clear directions of the Town Crier, we quickly found Sir Tydus outside the Academy.

(to be continued...)