[ WP ] You are a `` hero '' in a fantasy world , but as you `` adventure '' , you are slowly realizing YOU are the antagonist .

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a big circle above me. It looked soft and was the color of cream. I tried to reach for it, I couldn ’ t. Then it was covered by a woman who smiled weirdly at me. Was she smiling? I ’ m not so sure now. 
 
 Ah! How rude of me, you must be confused as to who is telling this story. My name is Gordon Pilgrim, and I am sure of one thing only: I am a hero. 
 
 How do I know this fact? Well I guess I was just born knowing. Today was the day I turned eighteen, the day I would bid adieu to the orphanage I called home for so long. Not only so, today was the beginning of my journey, today I would take the first step in my long adventure! 
 
 No one came to say goodbye as I stepped outside the shabby house, not that I was surprised anyway. My faithful raven Ignatius and my magic were the only thing I needed to be satisfied, the rest would follow. My first stop was the village of Birrilham, a small city still under reconstruction after…well… 
 
 I looked around but all I saw were tired hollow faces. Women standing like ghouls outside their destroyed homes, their children small lumps in their skeletal arms. I decided I would help, what good hero wouldn ’ t? 
 
 My eyes spotted an old woman crying on some unmarked grave. My heart fluttered, this was my chance! I tapped her shoulder, “ Excuse me, woman, I notice you are in need of a hand! ” The old woman turned, handkerchief to her mouth. She stared at my smiling face for a minute before returning to her sobs. But I wouldn ’ t give up! This woman needed me to stop her anguish, turn those sobs into happy sobs! 
 
 I knelt beside the woman, patting her back slightly, “ There, there, no need to cry. ” But she only sobbed harder. “ What sadness bears the lady that I can not take away? ” She heard these words and stopped, head placed against the earth, “ He was my son, my only son! They took him from me! Those vile creatures! ” I couldn ’ t contain my smile, “ So you wish to be together again... ” I squeezed her shoulder, “ …Worry not, I ’ ll return him to your arms! ” She turned, her face horrified. I laughed, jumping to my feet. 
 
 She stared in horror as I whispered verses written in days long gone. I retrieved a small dagger from the handbag at my side, raising my arms to the sky. I cut the palm of my left hand, the blood falling, seeping through the grave of the young man. It was done. 
 
 A crowd had gathered around me, some helping the woman stand to her feet, they would soon see the fruits of my labor. Two minutes went by, no one daring to make a move, when the earth began shaking below me. I heard women and men screaming, dogs barking, I was glad they were as joyous as I was! 
 
 A hand popped out the grimy earth, and soon the other! Then a leg! The other one! The young man came out of the grave only like a spider would! But… where was the head? Ah! No matter, it was a job well done nonetheless. 
 
 “ Congratulations! It is a very healthy looking young man. ” I offered my hand to the woman for a shake, but she didn ’ t move, her mouth agape. I blushed, for I was glad I had such an effect on her. I contented myself with a pat of her shoulder, smearing some of my blood on her in the process. Oh well, a small thing to remember me by. 
 
 Thus I made my way merrily through the town, the people still rejoicing even as I left it behind me. At this distance I could see they had made a big bonfire to celebrate! I wish I could have been there, but alas, I had places to go! No time to waste! 
 
 My next stop was the border of the kingdom of Sarias. The houses spread farther apart the longer I walked. The forests became heavy, but thankfully Ignatius was my guide, soaring the cloudy night sky in search of civilization, or a lodging house, whichever was close. We finally found a tiny inn around midnight, my feet numb and my hygiene in an atrocious state. 
 
 “ How much for a room and a hot bath? ” 
 
 “ A pence and another for the crow! ” An old man replied behind the bar. 
 
 “ Sir, it is clearly a raven. ” His ignorance invoked a feeling of sadness.. but I could only sigh and comply to his demands. I flopped into the most uncomfortable bed after a most delicious shower, every muscle in my body relaxed. My mind wandering to the heroes sung in legends of old. Realizing I would be among them someday... the future was looking up. 
 
 
 
 “ Have you heard of what happened to Birrilham? ” I heard a traveler say to his companion at the bar. “ It was burned to the ground! ” I froze. “ They say it was a vagabond! A scoundrel! ” I remembered the happy cries of the people of that little town, the woman I had helped... I felt tears forming in my eyes. “ They say he ’ s on the run to Wakemire! The rat! ” I had to find him! He was sure to pay for his actions! He wouldn ’ t escape justice! 
 
 I held my high up high as I walked through the border of Sarias and into the kingdom of Wakemire. A kingdom remarkable for its abundance of gold and coal. There was no man who lived without an object crafted out of the precious metal. 
 
 Its long wheat fields shone under the rays of the sun, giving the appearance of a sea made of gold! Even the cries of the running children reminded me of jingling pences. 
 
 The people of the land treated me well. And I returned this gratitude, helping many a children reunite with their dead pets. My heart was warm as I watched them hold onto them, their little round faces full of happy tears. But it wasn ’ t enough, I had to go beyond! Prove myself worthy to the King and avenge Birrilham! 
 
 I walked to the castle's gates, but as curious as I am, I couldn ’ t help but listen to the talk the guards were having outside. 
 
 “ Sir Leon is come from Birrilham this noon. ” 
 
 “ Poor fellow, says he slayed a four-legged creature! ” Poor fellow indeed! The young man I had helped had fallen in the claws of this!... this! Villain! And he wasn ’ t satisfied, he had burned the evidence to the ground! 
 
 “ You think he ’ ll take Princess Geneva back? ” 
 
 “ From the Dragon ’ s mouth! ” The two laughed. 
 
 So this so called ‘ Sir Leon ’ was coming to Wakemire this noon! I salute the king! For hiding his daughter from this merciless man! But what about the villagers? I had to find the dragon, ask for his help in stopping my fated enemy! 
 
 “ WHERE IS THIS DRAGON ’ S LAIR? ” I shouted at the guards. They turned and looked at me with a weird face, surely because they were amazed at my bravery and they couldn ’ t help but shed a tear of joy. 
 
 “ Are you living under a rock poor man? ” 
 
 “ What a queer question, no. I am searching for the Dragon! ” 
 
 “... The tower is at the Mountain of Gynt... ” 
 
 I held my chin up high, hands on my hips, “ And where is this mountain? ” The two looked at each other with their mouths wide open, such was the effect of my brave image. 
 
 “ In the... It ’ s... ” The guard pointed towards the south. The silence that passed between us was chilling. But I couldn ’ t comfort them. I had to leave as soon as possible, I had a new mission. 
 
 I rented a horse and gave the directions to Ignatius. Together we made our way into the unknown. 
 
 ( pt. 2 below )
