Complete darkness. Cold and silent. I fell in the world of darkness as I sleep comfortably in the wake of the night. Is it a dream? This is a dream. A voice broke the moment of silence and it spoke.
"who am i?" a voice. Similar to mine. Or it is truly mine. But I didn't speak. It wasn't me who break the silence in this dark place. For some reason, I instinctively answered. It's as if I was called to answer.
"I am Orvel mullin" I muttered. I couldn't think of anything in this vivid dream. Just answer what was the voice calls me for. Just as I answered. I saw a man holding a staff and a noble robe with a hood. It's physical feature is covered in black, within this darkness. Motionless. It's as if time stopped. Was it me? I am not sure.
"what is my goal?" the voice echoed again.
My goal? Was it that grand? What do I truly want to achieve. But my answer, my heart could tell.
"to avenge my mother. Seek my father. And find the truth of this world's misfortune. To become a great dungeon summoner like master" i answered, what I didn't expect. The misfortune that I referred was the disappearance of the world's magic. Suddenly, I saw a wolf besides the man. Charred in pitch black and stripped white mane. A gentle yet dignified alpha with its Majestic appearance.
"what do I want to become?"
Suddenly a circle of light appeared at my back and just in the ground. It showed me three figures under the lights just like the man in the front. They are also covered in pitch black appearance. I look back as I saw, a cool and dignified armored person being surrounded with weapon of its choice. The weapon bearer. A handful person holding a tool with it's expert looking attire, i could figure out that this figure has a handful of life related skills. The craftman. And under one light. The figure crumbled into fine dust. Unsure of what happen to it. But I know. It doesn't matter to me. As I finished looking back. I turned to the front. And spoke.
"Tamer"
The lights in the back disappeared and they turned into a small bubble, floating towards the figure in from. Forming a fairy and a dragon beside the figure. And a small circle of light brighten up the place. The pitch black figures are now perceivable. Warmth. And full of hope.
"do you accept what you are destined to achieve?"
"yes"
I don't know what future holds or where will destiny lead me. One thing is for sure. I am fated to become the person that I faced in this dark place.
"what do you want to gain?"
"strength. Companions. Power" a brief silent unfolds. After a while. A huge vacuum devoured the darkness and i woke up from the unsettling and strange vivid dream that I received. I am now once again at my room. The same room were I always sleep in the same bed. Restless to what the dream was I couldn't help but feel disconcerted. Plune, my fairy friend was still asleep in the miniature doll house that I made. Uninterrupted by noises I'm made
"what the hell was That?..."
The dream was real. A strange crest burns at the back of my left hand.
"oww, this... A crest? Don't tell me... I have awakened?!" i was taken aback. I really did obtain the tamer class, just a short moment just when I thought I want to celebrate by taking a day off of training a surge of pain rushed through my mind. It was painful but bearable. Something imprints into my mind. A knowledge. A skill called (tamer contracts). And I once again passed out amidst of the midnight's mysterious phenomenon. The phenomenon that will once again change my pace of life.
Morning rise. Chaos arise. This unnerving dragons wails wake me from my peaceful slumber. And so the another day beguns.