Morningstar

Morningstar's paralysis kicked in and the Monkey King stopped its sporadic movements. He grinned, watching as Sewallus extended his arms with another swing. His shoulders and back rotated with his axe as it slashed into the beast's chest, leaving a long, red line in its wake. A green effect of some sort had enveloped the battle axe as Sewallus attacked and afterwards, it disappeared. It almost looked like a sword art; however, the glow was different from what Morningstar had seen in his own sword arts and those of his comrades. The Monkey King stood tall and unmoving, its eyes gazing

Morningstar stepped into Rebekah's café for the first time in his life. It still surprised him that after all this time, he still hadn't gone to try her food. It sat comfortably on the fourth floor, which he recalled was her favorite floor. They must have walked past it during their time on the floor since it was stationed right in between the teleporter and the town's exit. He pushed open the door and stepped inside. It was cozy inside. Unlike the cafés and restaurants that he frequented, Rebekah's was empty. At least, it was on that occasion in particular. He stepped up to the counter,

Morningstar nodded, taking the offense against the Monkey King. Like a wild cat, he leaped up the side of the hill. A familiar golden glow enveloped his blade once again, illuminating the battlefield. Entering flow, he dodged the raging fists of the beast. The first was easily readable and avoided with a swift roll to the left. The second came in the form of a swing; however, Morningstar was able to duck at the perfect time. The third was the closest to making contact with the swordsman. It appeared as if it would come head-on but instead, it curved. He caught on before it was too late and par

The weight of the beast caused it to fall swiftly, hitting the ground with an explosive crash. The impact caused waves of dirt to shoot up from the ground and the tremors launched Sewallus backward. He smashed into the base of a tree, splitting the top of it from the bottom half. He landed in a lunge, sliding a few feet before coming to a stop in the dirt. He didn't even appear shaken from the attack he had sustained. They locked eyes and Morningstar saw the grin form on the guard's previously intense face. He smirked back, shocked by the animalistic behavior of his partner. The Monkey Ki

Sewallus' voice matched the intensity of the Monkey King's. He shouted proudly, wearing the heart of his village on his sleeve and pulling the attention of their opponent. The Monkey King turned its gaze from Morningstar to Sewallus, lowering its arm. A glimpse of hope entered Morningstar's soul as he dropped quickly to the ground, landing inelegantly on his feet. He stumbled back into his warrior's stance, watching as the king began its slow, heavy steps toward the Florenthian guard. The blonde had believed the guard's shaky hands were from fear but he was mistaken. It was pure exhilarat

His "Charge" skill activated and Morningstar felt his speed increase ten-fold. The Monkey King reacted, however, lifting a heavy tree and launching it at the blonde. His eyes widened, realizing that dodging the log would be impossible. It was a fully grown tree and he was sprinting faster than he could control. He made his decision. As the tree fell towards him, he leaped straight into it and slashed upwards. His blade, enhanced by a sword art, sliced through it cleanly. His speed boost came to a stop but now he was stuck in the air, face to face with the beast. It stared at him, looking

Move. He stared up at the beast, its incredible frame towering over them. His feet shook beneath him but the glare of the Monkey King kept him frozen. Sewallus' finally seemed to take in the situation. Morningstar could hear the guard's panicked voice but couldn't comprehend what the man was saying. It was like he was underwater and all sounds but the voice in his own head were drowned out. Move, now. His trembling hand moved to the hilt of his sword but he couldn't find the strength to lift it. The creature's mouth opened and the speed of its breath increased. Agitation covered

Sewallus stopped, kneeling down in the bushes. Morningstar followed suit. They hid, quiet beneath the greenery, out of sight. The guard blended in perfectly with his tree-like armor. Morningstar's new cloak was black rather than his usual green but even still, it worked in the low lighting. "We'll need to be careful from now on," the Florenthian said, pointing ahead of them. Morningstar saw it. Remington's words resonated in his mind. "There are now craters instead of trees where we were attacked, and rivers instead of forest where it moved." The craters seemed as if they were c

"The Monkey King is the biggest threat to our village," Sewallus stated, turning his head back to speak to Morningstar. The further into the forest they traveled, the more difficult it became. Overgrowth was tricky to pass through for those who were not accustomed to it. That being said, the guard did not seem to have a problem with it, considering he lived there. It was more than likely that he ventured into these parts of the forest often. "If we don't kill it, I fear what could happen to my people." "Is that why you became a guard?" Morningstar asked curiously. "I became

Remington had mentioned beforehand that Sewallus would want to join in on the quest. "This is your village," he stated, "I'm in no position to stop you from coming." His words seemed to relax Sewallus. The man's wide eyes shrunk and a faint smile grew on his lips. "Thank you," he said. Morningstar spotted another guard walking towards them from the left. Sewallus explained that his shift was at an end for the day and that another would be taking his place. He was free to come and go as he pleased. The new guard, whose name was Peter, patted Sewallus on the back. "Off you go, Sewallus

Remington explained that Sewallus, being a guard, spent most of his time near the town's entrance or during his breaks, in the barracks. Morningstar said his goodbyes to the zoologist, who was hopeful that the blonde would live up to his expectations. Off he went to the front gate of Florenthia, in search of his guide. The door of the inn closed slowly behind him as he stepped outside. The air in the village was fresh and smelled of blooming flowers. He could hear faint sounds of wildlife echoing through the forest surrounding him. The gate wasn't far; it was a small settlement. Morningst

Sparks ran up Morningstar's spine at the touch of Reyna's hand. Her words surprised him. He felt like it was on him to support her but there she was, reassuring him instead. Matching her smile, he took a step forwards. He brought his left hand up to his necklace, touching the pendant gently. He lifted it and slid it underneath his cloak, out of sight. "Let's head out," he said, peeking back to make sure she was following. The gates of Urbus stood tall, its guards placed in the same particular way that they always were. Morningstar nodded to them in passing as they left the city, ente

Remington regaled Morningstar with details of his encounter with the beast of the forest. He set off on his expedition with a Florenthian guard by the name of Sewallus. For three days, they lived among the trees, studying the creature's habits and lifestyle. They learned what it ate, when it slept, as well as everything in between. Most importantly, they had discovered where it lived. "Hidden deep within the forest, there is a cave of sorts. Actually, it's more like a big hill that's been hollowed out. That," Remington said, "is where you'll find the Monkey King." He seemed to annoy

Since ancient times, civilizations have passed on tales of creatures that lurk in the dark. Native Americans have the Wendigo. Shapeshifting ghouls are said to roam Persia. Japanese folklore speaks of Jorogumo: the giant spider. Aincrad was no different. Those who lived in Florenthia Village knew the stories of the Monkey King, a beast that dwelled in the forests of the eighth floor. It was said that its size tripled that of an elephant and its strength tripled once more. A ruthless and violent creature that struck fear in the hearts of the villagers who lived nearby. At least, that'

Not long after his previous visit, Morningstar returned to Nari's shop. Two visits to the twenty-seventh floor and still, all he'd done was go shopping. He waved to the woman at the counter. She'd messaged him about his request and he returned immediately. The sword was laid out across the counter. The craftsmanship that went into it was magnificent. "It's beautiful," he told her, running his hand along the face of the blade. The golden frame was simple and sleek. It was exactly what he'd hoped for. He gave the woman a smile and paid what he owed: 950 Col. He'd be back the next time

The Winter Fox. Morningstar had intended on holding off on a new weapon until he could craft his own; however, desperate times called for desperate measures. He held off on his blacksmithing adventure to take on bigger and better quests. The Winter Fox was his first step on his way to quench his curiosity. He needed a more powerful blade, one that was more suited for battles with stronger monsters all while fitting his style. He needed something beautiful. A work of art. The blonde pushed the door to the shop open, peeking inside. He could hear the sound of metal hitting metal;

Fiery hair and a familiar face appeared shortly after Morningstar had become accustomed to the heat of the onsen. He ran a wet hand through his blonde locks and chuckled at the man's observation. "Being the first one in has its perks. For starters," he leaned back, his arms extending out over the rocks, "I picked the best spot here." The rocks formed a sort of barricade that blocked any potential wind coming from behind him. The addition of the space he had around him made it the perfect place to relax. Shortly after Jomei's entrance, a girl he didn't recognize joined them in the hot

Morningstar met the man's eyes. The jewels were the exact same things that Lexa would have liked. He could relate to Zamek in that regard. "If I can help someone find peace, I can't turn away. I'm glad I could help you retrieve your treasure." He placed a hand on the man's shoulder the same way the old man had before. Zamek's smile faded into a look of understanding. "I'm sorry about your friends." Morningstar looked down into the hole where the treasure chest had been hidden. "Thank you. Me too." The two sat there for a while Morningstar grieved in silence. Eventually, a notifi

Morningstar reached into the hole and pulled out a treasure chest of sorts. "Ah, here it is," The elderly man dropped to his knees in front of the skeletal rocks. His calloused hands trembled. His breaths came in short gasps. Despite that, he dusted off the top of the cargo. The container was not large, nor was it ornate, but Zamek wheezes as he drags it into his lap. He slipped a tiny key into the lock, turned it, then eased the lid back. All at once, a variety of emotions exploded across his weathered face. Though he smiled, his dark eyes fill with tears as he lifted out a stack of let

Zamek nudged Morningstar's shoulder and pointed in the distance. "There," he said, "that is where my treasure is buried." Morningstar nodded with a sad smile and they continued towards the spot. The rock formations were oddly skeletal. They were almost dragon-like in appearance, he thought. He could make out the head, if he tried hard enough, and a spine that connected to it. The spine was spiked with jagged rocks and curved around in the shape of a tail. "This is it?" Morningstar asked. They stood staring at the face of the beast. It almost looked like it was staring back. Zame

Katar was gone. The party of five had been reduced to two. Morningstar looked to Zamek. "I'll finish your quest," he said wistfully. The old man nodded and they stepped back through the hole in the wall, leading them into the heart of the sandstorm. Another mile into the desert was all it would take, he thought. His steps were slower and weaker now. Zamek's coughs and the powerful winds were the only things filling the blonde's head now. He hadn't felt a pain like this in a long time. He gripped the angel wing pendant in his fist and with the other hand pulled his hood back over his

Morningstar's breathing was heavy. His entire body was. Whatever motivation or spirit he'd had when they'd begun their journey into the desert had left at the sight of Grace's body hitting the soft sand. He couldn't even look at Katar, who was still leaning against a nearby building. Zamek peered out from the safety of the house. He approached Morningstar slowly, placing a hand on the blonde's shoulder. He turned his attention to the old man and they shared a defeated look. Katar slammed his fist into the wall, leaving behind dozens of cracks. Morningstar glared in the man's direction. "W

Seconds turned to minutes and those minutes felt like an eternity. The sandstorm had begun to cover Morningstar's body as he lay there, unmoving. Even his brain had slowed down as the panic had left them. One question still lingered, however: Why was he still alive? If they had killed Grace, then why leave him there? Was Katar still holding them off? The clashing of blades answered his last question. It was hard to hear with the intensity of the sandstorm, but somebody was still fighting. A twitch in his left foot told him that the paralysis was wearing off. He struggled but even as it su

"Same as her. Chocolate milkshake for me, though," Morningstar added, ordering his meal. The Ox Burgers came quicker than he'd expected. Even for a virtual restaurant, he was surprised that there was little preparation time involved with cooking. He took a bite of the burger before trying his milkshake and fries. The taste was far different than the burgers he was accustomed to. Superior, even. The condiments, whatever they were, mixed nicely with the spices of the meat, and the vegetables tasted fresh. "You're a cook, right? I need to stop by your shop sometime and try your food." H

With some effort, the door swung open. A shrouded figure stepped inside and without hesitation, Katar unsheathed his katana. The horizontal arc made by the man's blade shocked the bandit, causing him to duck outside. The NPC called out for backup and two more bandits revealed themselves, weapons in hand. Katar dashed outside, giving no chances for the bandit to escape. His Kraki Gazan met the bandit's silver curved sword, clashing on impact. "Shit!" Morningstar exclaimed furiously, withdrawing his own blade. Simon and Grace did the same, asking Zamek to stay put. They stepped outside