New Life-Ragnarok

In the real world life becomes repetitive. Every day a student like myself awake in

the morning, tired. The drill starts. With all the might he has, he prepares and rushes to school. Only to sit in class and wish school will end, counting ever second and minute and period (the agenda helps). Not realizing it, the process repeats. Sometimes its relaxing to get away, Ragnarok, a massive online role-playing game allows you to be reborn some where far away. Where rules are only guide lines.

I took my first gulp of air in the world, it was undemanding. From my first sight, I could only notice the glittering blue water surrounding me. As my focus sharpened. I realize I was on a grass filled island that was three meters above water level. My eyes glided pass a spruce, and then a large boulder covered in yellowish-green moss. In the north-eastern direction was a wooden structure. Supported by two large pillars in the shape of rectangular prisms, on both sides. It was a bridge, decked with planks of wood; the only thing keeping it from falling apart was the thick twisted ropes that stretched across. I crossed the bridge without hesitation. I arrived at an opening. It was the entrance of the outer wall, made from stone. I proceeded past the shadows of the great walls. Behind it was a castle that towered over me. It extended to infinity on ether side, it was impossible to tell its width and size. In the very middle stood a black gate, for some it may be the gate to hell, with its steel bolted rim and the dark aura dispensing out. I stepped into the darkness.

I found myself at one end of a grand hall. The floor was paved with ceramic and stone tiles. On my sides I observed the large cylinder beams that were the foundations of the passage. They were engraved with emblems; on it were a lance and a halberd intercepting each other like an x on a kite shield. Torch light from the faces of the walls emit shadows, not much can escape its wrath. Above was a chanter leer with unlit candles that were previously used, since a bulky layer of red wax solidified on the brass hands of the chanter leer. The ceiling was also decorated with small poster stamp-like flags that were majestic blue, which also had the emblem printed with silver, in 3 separate columns it extended as far as the eye can see.

Finally, I arrived at an opening, what I saw stopped me in my tracks. It was

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