Yiphen
Sleepy
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- Dec 27, 2019
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Born a relatively fortunate daughter to the leaders of a small village, she lived a mostly peaceful and happy life, ignoring certain... unique factors.
Due to a chance mutation, her body sustained itself on and was particularly sensitive to mana. She was still able to take in milk from her mother, but after the period had passed she mostly relied on mana. Food was edible, but mana seemed to be much more important. After her diet switched to one primarily consisting of it, her pupils turned red and her canines sharpened. While not actually needing to drink blood, it gave a serious impression of that creature from a children's tale- a vampire.
That coincidence comes into play in the year of her seventh birthday.
That year, her village had suffered terribly. A frozen winter had ruined the fields and a parching drought permeated through most days of spring and summer. All in all, it was a terrible harvest, not exactly helpful when taxes still need to be paid.
To make matters worse, the previous summer her... features were discovered. Her family had a solid reputation so they easily brushed off the accusations, but the following seasons began raising doubts in the other villagers' eyes. Now the accusations gained a sort of possible credibility. What if this weather was brought by her parents, as a means of silencing them on their discovery?
That fall, a mob formed at her parent's home. They demanded proof that her parents weren't vampires, and her parents willingly complied. However, that was the last decision they made. Everyone was on edge against a potential family of vampires hiding within the midst, patiently waiting to kill them all. As for the one who struck her parents down, he was like any other, only a little bit more fearful.
At the end of it all, her parents' corpses were innocent. They weren't vampires, and as for their daughter, she even proved that she subsisted on mana, not blood.
But the damage was done. Apologies couldn't possibly resolve an avoidable loss. After spending almost the entire year being shunned as "those vampires' daughter," something snapped. She desperately wanted to leave.
For her, the following year was one of frenzy, where she learned as many spells as possible. Need to become as strong as possible in the preparation of leaving her no-longer-home.
So she did. Carrying the books and tomes the village apologetically gave to her, she left without warning, leaving not a single trace behind.
As for the journey she undertook, it was arduous. There were many times when she believed she was going to die, as, for every creature she slew, there were two more she fled. She followed her instincts and eventually reached a mountain. She scaled it easily, and after days of searching, she found something... unique. It was a strange, segmented red and white ball about the size of a large basket. Her first thought was cutting it for food, but although she could break the skin, she couldn't cut deeper and the wound released a little bit of mana before instantly regenerating. At least it tasted good.
She continued cutting it and it was enough to keep her permanently full. In fact, it seemed the mana it provided was limitless. Not once had there been a decrease in the amount she received. One day when she was thinking of this, she remembered something.
She remembered reading a book researching the topic of dungeon cores.
Due to a chance mutation, her body sustained itself on and was particularly sensitive to mana. She was still able to take in milk from her mother, but after the period had passed she mostly relied on mana. Food was edible, but mana seemed to be much more important. After her diet switched to one primarily consisting of it, her pupils turned red and her canines sharpened. While not actually needing to drink blood, it gave a serious impression of that creature from a children's tale- a vampire.
That coincidence comes into play in the year of her seventh birthday.
That year, her village had suffered terribly. A frozen winter had ruined the fields and a parching drought permeated through most days of spring and summer. All in all, it was a terrible harvest, not exactly helpful when taxes still need to be paid.
To make matters worse, the previous summer her... features were discovered. Her family had a solid reputation so they easily brushed off the accusations, but the following seasons began raising doubts in the other villagers' eyes. Now the accusations gained a sort of possible credibility. What if this weather was brought by her parents, as a means of silencing them on their discovery?
That fall, a mob formed at her parent's home. They demanded proof that her parents weren't vampires, and her parents willingly complied. However, that was the last decision they made. Everyone was on edge against a potential family of vampires hiding within the midst, patiently waiting to kill them all. As for the one who struck her parents down, he was like any other, only a little bit more fearful.
At the end of it all, her parents' corpses were innocent. They weren't vampires, and as for their daughter, she even proved that she subsisted on mana, not blood.
But the damage was done. Apologies couldn't possibly resolve an avoidable loss. After spending almost the entire year being shunned as "those vampires' daughter," something snapped. She desperately wanted to leave.
For her, the following year was one of frenzy, where she learned as many spells as possible. Need to become as strong as possible in the preparation of leaving her no-longer-home.
So she did. Carrying the books and tomes the village apologetically gave to her, she left without warning, leaving not a single trace behind.
As for the journey she undertook, it was arduous. There were many times when she believed she was going to die, as, for every creature she slew, there were two more she fled. She followed her instincts and eventually reached a mountain. She scaled it easily, and after days of searching, she found something... unique. It was a strange, segmented red and white ball about the size of a large basket. Her first thought was cutting it for food, but although she could break the skin, she couldn't cut deeper and the wound released a little bit of mana before instantly regenerating. At least it tasted good.
She continued cutting it and it was enough to keep her permanently full. In fact, it seemed the mana it provided was limitless. Not once had there been a decrease in the amount she received. One day when she was thinking of this, she remembered something.
She remembered reading a book researching the topic of dungeon cores.
The space she awoke in was plain. It was a simple field of grass, but fortunately, she didn't come alone. Cradling her Nintendo Switch, she sat herself up and looked over the hundreds of people who came with her, equally dazed.
There were plenty of people with varying ethnicities, and an awkward, confused silence descended upon the group.
The first to speak up was an Asian man. He spoke out in an awkward English, saying a simple, "um hello?" Another man, this one Hispanic, said something as well, but she couldn't understand.
A small buzz formed as people aggregated, first by language and then by color. She tried to do so as well until someone bumped into her.
They passed right through her.
Not even sparing her a glance.
She was startled by that and a yelp escaped her throat. It wasn't loud, but it should have been more than noticeable for the nearby people.
Her surprise passed equally unnoticed.
It made her uneasy, leading her to venture out her own reserved greeting.
Unnoticed.
It was at this point that a suspicion dawned on her, morphing into fact.
She couldn't interact with them.
She looked down at her feet.
Stomping down, she felt a mark left on the soil, yet when she moved off it, it wasn't there. It was like it never occurred in the first place. It was like she was weightless.
As soon as she panicked, imaging herself floating away into nothingness, her body, having previously been anchored to the earth, seemed to have disappeared. She floated up into the air.
The English speakers were the predominant group, which would have been great if she wasn't a native Japanese speaker. While translators helped communicate issues and concerns, it's sheer number was enough to cause unease. Not enough for conflict, but it left a slight tension in the air.
As for her, she stayed with her small group of Japanese speakers as she became better adapted to her new lifestyle.
One quickly apparent fact was that despite looking the same, her body had lost the need for all physical necessities. She had unintentionally spent the better parts of her second day playing on her Switch, it's battery also discovered to have become vestigial.
She had noticed a thin mist spread around her. No one else seemed to have noticed the new fog, so she reasoned it was another feature of her body. She could interact with it, and after tinkering with it, she managed to concentrate it into a mostly-opaque ball.
Waving it before people produced no reactions, so it seemed like what she made wouldn't be usable as a way to communicate. The frustration she felt produced a small trigger, and the ball combusted into a short-lived fire.
The best way she could describe what she found would be... magic.
It seemed like magic.
She kept experimenting, cumulating to this very moment:
Slowly, cautiously, she pushed the ball into a passing man. He staggered in surprise, receiving curious glances from the nearby people. Never had he experienced anything this foreign, and the sudden mysterious energy uncomfortable strained inside of him.
Fumbling for a way to free it, a strong wind gusted from his hands.
There were plenty of people with varying ethnicities, and an awkward, confused silence descended upon the group.
The first to speak up was an Asian man. He spoke out in an awkward English, saying a simple, "um hello?" Another man, this one Hispanic, said something as well, but she couldn't understand.
A small buzz formed as people aggregated, first by language and then by color. She tried to do so as well until someone bumped into her.
They passed right through her.
Not even sparing her a glance.
She was startled by that and a yelp escaped her throat. It wasn't loud, but it should have been more than noticeable for the nearby people.
Her surprise passed equally unnoticed.
It made her uneasy, leading her to venture out her own reserved greeting.
Unnoticed.
It was at this point that a suspicion dawned on her, morphing into fact.
She couldn't interact with them.
She looked down at her feet.
Stomping down, she felt a mark left on the soil, yet when she moved off it, it wasn't there. It was like it never occurred in the first place. It was like she was weightless.
As soon as she panicked, imaging herself floating away into nothingness, her body, having previously been anchored to the earth, seemed to have disappeared. She floated up into the air.
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A week had passed in this condition, and the groups of people had progressed to form subgroups with tasks such as mining and farming to increase overall cohesion.The English speakers were the predominant group, which would have been great if she wasn't a native Japanese speaker. While translators helped communicate issues and concerns, it's sheer number was enough to cause unease. Not enough for conflict, but it left a slight tension in the air.
As for her, she stayed with her small group of Japanese speakers as she became better adapted to her new lifestyle.
One quickly apparent fact was that despite looking the same, her body had lost the need for all physical necessities. She had unintentionally spent the better parts of her second day playing on her Switch, it's battery also discovered to have become vestigial.
She had noticed a thin mist spread around her. No one else seemed to have noticed the new fog, so she reasoned it was another feature of her body. She could interact with it, and after tinkering with it, she managed to concentrate it into a mostly-opaque ball.
Waving it before people produced no reactions, so it seemed like what she made wouldn't be usable as a way to communicate. The frustration she felt produced a small trigger, and the ball combusted into a short-lived fire.
The best way she could describe what she found would be... magic.
It seemed like magic.
She kept experimenting, cumulating to this very moment:
Slowly, cautiously, she pushed the ball into a passing man. He staggered in surprise, receiving curious glances from the nearby people. Never had he experienced anything this foreign, and the sudden mysterious energy uncomfortable strained inside of him.
Fumbling for a way to free it, a strong wind gusted from his hands.
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road books I have read before).