In a dimly lit room, a boy is lying on a bed. Soon after, the boy opened his eyes …
???: When I open my eyes, I feel the need to say, "Something just happened," with the confusion and disconnection of consciousness that I experience during the first five minutes every time I wake up. During those five minutes, I find myself staring at the ceiling, and as time passes and I continue staring at the ceiling, a strange feeling begins to grow inside me, until suddenly I realize what it is.
???: 'That's not my ceiling?' I start looking around. 'And this isn't my room' I think as I get up in my pajamas and, barefoot, start walking and looking more closely at every detail.
???: "These walls … is it stone? This is getting confusing. I don't recall any building made mainly of gray stone near my residence, somehow it looks old but somehow familiar." As I step out of the room in Bewildered by the immensity of the place, then I notice an inner circular balcony that lets me see a lower floor.
???: "I seem to be on the second floor, normally I would be really creeped out for my situation but now I'm certain, I know this place, this is The Fort Dawn guard" I say as I look down to the circumference lobby/entrance.
[Image of the place]
???: "This must be a lucid dream. It's a little different from the ones I've had before, but I'm told you shouldn't have these kinds of dreams unless you're very stressed or something like that?"
As I continue wandering around the place lost in my thoughts, I don't notice that there is a small wooden nightstand very close by, and then tragedy strikes: I stub my little toe on one of the legs of the nightstand.
???: "!?!?!?" Without saying a single word, much less a sound, I kneel down. My face shows a stoicism that could fool others about my painful situation, but in my eyes you can see a fiery rage, and what was stoicism gradually transitions into a frown and a grimace, exuding such powerful resentment that one would think they killed my dog or something like that.
While an emotional part of me is thinking with remarkable dedication about the violent punishment that should be meted out to the vicious aggressor, the logical part of me takes into account a small but important detail.
???: "That hurt?" The attitude I had with me takes a sharp turn, as uncertainty, along with one of humanity's greatest fears, the fear of the unknown, begins to take root in my thinking.
???: "I am not a psychologist but I'm pretty sure you can feel things like actual physical pain in a dream" I say as I finally stop kneeling. As I stand I feel a pull in my mind like if someone or something is trying to tell me to look to a certain place.
(̛̊͊̒ͭ҉̸̴̢̝̮̱͔̠̰͟͟ͅ?̶̛̺̙̝͚̣͓͐͒?̴̷͉̫̘̗ͧ̓̄̉̈́ͥ̀̃͆̚?̧͔͕̻̖̂̔ͧͪ́)̸̵̛̽͌ͣ͌̽́̈̔̚҉͇̻͖̥͍̰͜͢:̶̨̛̹͙͙̟̖͈̈́͛̋͂̓ͧ͟ K̷ͧ̿ͦ҉̭̟͕ḁ̭̺̺̻̭̫͈̔̒̊̑̓̾̂͛̇͜t͋́ͩ̔̽ͥ͂̑̆̒҉̴̷̳̹̟͈̰̫̝̞͙͜ơ̷̛̠̭̞̟̥̻̂ͯͩ͑́̑ͭ,̶̷̸̦̩͋̃̈̐ͨ͋ͧ͗̑̕͢͜...h̏̎̾ͤͭ̋̆̈҉̲̠̝̰̤͜͜e͗̓ͯͪ҉҉̸̖͍̼̞̜͙̺͜ŗ̸̰̥̗̦ͫͨ͛̐͊e̶̙̝̱̲͒͐̅͟ͅ,̶̴̴̭̩̯̦͈͔ͪ̒ͣ̈ m͛͋̀͐̆҉̶̷̢̻͔̬͚͜͟e̸̷̢̹̮̳̬͙̼̓́̒́ͣ͒̔́̕̚m̻͎͙̞͛ͭ̔ơͤ̀̈́ͧ̆҉̴͔̪̝̼r̜̟͙̣̍̎͊͑̈̒͗i̴͛̈́ͥ̿̍̑҉̣̞̜̘̩̙͟e̛ͮͦͥ̇ͩ͂ͪ̇ͯ҉҉̴̗̯͜s̥̣̠ͮ̓ͪ,́ͬ̉̅ͭͨ̉̄ͣ҉̢̪̻̩͙̼͉ g͓͕̹͔̝̹̈ͦ̇͟͜͜ò̶̵ͭ͑ͬ͑҉̡̥̗̞̪̪̝̦̟n̸̵̶ͩ͑̋ͪ͌̅ͬͦ҉̧͎̠̥̝͉̯͢͜e̸̶̸̟͙͖̙͔̰̐ͮͤ̎̂̆̑,̨̡̲͉̺̯͕̟ͯ͂̾ c̸̴̓̓̑҉̷͍͚̝̲̮̲͢͟ã̷̸̷̸̳̰̝ͯ͆̔̅̏̔ń̴̶̵̶̤̩͎̻̮̙͎̝ͨͥͦ͑ͪ̓̚͟ͅ n̶̢͔̫̿ͤ̓̕o͚̼̞̠̞̰̥͐̾͑ͬ̆̅ͫ͗t̨̝͉̬̤ͩ͗͌̃ͪͬ ŗ̷̴̶̺̰̓͐͒̐ͩ̅ͥ͜e̸̷͂ͧ̅ͩ̈́ͯͫ̓́҉̴̢̡̞͚͓m̴̛ͧ͋̀́͋̉ͪ̀̕҉̶̯̙͖͇ͅe̛ͩ͗̄ͮͣ̉̂̅͂҉̧͓͎͙̣m̴̧̮̰̤̞͕̫̹̝̈ͮ̀bͥ̊ͫ̈ͯ̅̔ͧͯ̏҉̴̣̜̫̺e͉͔̩̠̤͇̞͖ͣ͌͊̋͜r̵͚̗͓̀ͩ̾͋̔ͨ̆̀͋́,̴̶̶̱̹͕̖ͧͦ̅̏ͩ̂͒ͣ b̴̵̶̵̥̪̗̑̍̔ûͧͬ҉̨͙̝̥̣̟̟̙͓t̴̵̵̢̖̼͖̞ͨ͂̈́̅́́͑ͧ I̵̷̷̷̡̲̹̝̪̜͚̹̊͐̆ͦ͛ͥͭ ĉ̷̶ͧͨ҉̟̥͍̮a̸̵̴̴̯̺̠͍̪̺̖̠̅́̐̔ñ̷̷̨̧̗̝̤͓͖͆̓͜,̷̶̵̛̛͉̦̬͕̪̭̾̃̐̂ͦ̉ͥ͌ g̀̽̈́ͦ҉҉̴̵̡̟̪̩̺̦͢u̶̸̢̼̱̣̫̝̣̙͙ͬ͌̕i̴͖̟̭͛͑̄ͨ͊̑͂d̵̴̸̢̼̪̺͕͈̆̅̎ͧ͟ė̴̸̼̫͛̄̓̊̕ͅ y̵̶̍ͣ̑͌҉̵͈̙͈̼̻̰͎͚͈ͅo̶̵̴͗̈́͋҉̡̟̙̜̺̩̟͜ǘ̷̵̴̢̨̧̟͎̪̞͇̰̀̈́̈́ͬ̓̑ͤ̑
Unable to resist, I found myself looking at the culprit of my previous misfortune, to be specific to a letter that's right about the nightstand. I approach it, take it, and reluctantly start to read the contents.
Dear Kato, I first want to apologize for my methods. I understand that the little suggestion that I left in your mind could be considered a bit rude on my behalf if not intrusive but knowing you and your… lets say lack of interest in anything that involves reading, who knows when would you read this letter. So long story short as you may know or not this is not a dream; yes you died before, yes this is like those stories you read time after time, and I'm sorry but there is not way for you to go back, and yes you were granted wishes.
To begin with:
You possess the upgraded version of the powers of videogames you play in your first life.
You can travel to different realities like movies/anime and stuff like that.
You can form around yourself an armor.
As you can see you have a main base in a burble space that only you have the pass.
As your body matures so does the capacity to use your powers, think of it as incrementing the output capacity. (I don't recommend going going over the safe limit)
If you die in one of the words you will revive in your base.
You can create minions to assist you. (What is a Fortes without its knights right?)
And that's pretty much all, it is unfortunate that we can not meet in person but like you used to say, shit happens. With that, I bid you farewell. I wish you the best of luck in your travels.
Attn: Your friend from above.
Kato: "I see, so no way home… Oh well, it is what it is, what can I do about it, right?" I say as memories of my life start to go through my mind. "Well I'm definitely not in the mood to be alone right now so lets see all that about minions, the note implies that I can summon knights?" Luckily there doesn't seem to be any sophisticated or intricate way to do it as I can feel it, all I need to do it is the will and purpose. I extend my hand forward and a circle of invocation appears on the ground, from which a blinding light emerges. A silhouette forms from the light and begins to advance...