[M] The Great Game

[Ragnarok]

This thread is dedicated to the story I've started in my blogs called "The Great Game." I will post all parts in the OP, because I would like some feedback down below. I will post down below when I do an update, as I type this up when I get inspired. Which can be days, weeks, or maybe even months after the previous addition. I'm sorta winging it so I may just add something here and there that might not make sense when implemented, but down the line may bring all the pieces together. Enjoy.

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Spoiler: Part 1 

The room was an abyss. Or at least the bottom of one. You couldn't see anything an inch away from your eye. You'd think you were dead if it wasn't for the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

Or the feeling of blood rushing to your head as you're hanging upside down. You hear a loud clang and light poured into the room, temporarily blinding you but you weren't complaining. How could you? You don't have a tongue.

Anymore, that is. They cut it out. You feel your body being lowered to the ground rather abruptly as the rope is cut. You rub your wrists as the rope marks still burn slightly. The skin is a almost blood red and a scar is present. Probably not a good sign.You shakily stand up as two men leave the room.

One still remains.

He looks at you, but you cannot see his face with the light around him. Are they letting you go? You wonder.

"Alright, let's go you...whatever." You just stare at him as you walk out into the light.You stop as you take in his brown hair and hazel eyes. He's taller than you, but not by much. Especial since you're waddling hunched over. "Can you talk? It's not like they cut your tongue out or something, did they?" You continue to stare. "Oooooh...okay...Well, follow me." You follow him as he walks up the stairs.

Spoiler: Part 2 

The stairs seemed to be going on forever. You couldn't remember the last time you'd climbed stairs, or even went down them. You were brought here unconscious. Your footing slipped and you almost planted your jaw on the stairs. Good thing you caught yourself, that would've been a doozy cleaning up.

After a few minutes the man pushed open a hatch and you come up to the surface. The light from the moon just barely illuminating the ground around you. The man watches your reaction to the sights around you. To your left, A group of men huddled around a campfire sharing drinks and tales. You catch a few words, something about a battlefield. Looking to your right is a big tent, light peeking out from inside it. You see a small shadow, what seems like a child. Behind you the hatch where you've spent an unknown amount of time between full consciousness and the abyss of your subconscious. A smell wafts to your nose and you look to the men, walking over and picking up a half empty bottle of one of the passed out men. You start guzzling the bottle, as if you hadn't had a sip in ages. Though in your case that might've be true.

The man that you followed out takes the bottle before you could finish and grabs your wrist, a sharp pain shooting up your arm. "Best not dilly dally." He said and let go of your wrist. He nodded toward the tent. You follow him to the entrance and he turns around. You look at him. "Inside now. You've got a lot to catch up on." You nod, slightly confused. You step inside the tent. It was like a room. There was a bed, a table, a bath. Even a wardrobe. A little girl sat at the table. Soon as she caught you in her glance she got off the chair and walked over. She was 10, maybe 12 years old from the looks of her. She had white eyes and hair as dark as death. She smiled at you, in that weird way children smile when they know a secret of yours. She slowly stepped outside without saying a word.

"Where did I put it..." said a voice. Walking out from behind a room divider was a woman. She had blonde hair, which was all you could tell at that moment. She was wearing only her trousers. You lowered your gaze. "There it is." She said as she picked it up from the table. Her shirt. She saw you, standing there awkwardly. "Oh please, it's not like you haven't seen a topless woman before." She said as she put the shirt on. Her outfit was all black, with her shirt having small streaks of white. She buttoned her shirt as your gaze met hers. Something about her felt familiar. Her eyes were...very damn beautiful. You would've admired them some more if it weren't for her walking up and taking your shirt off. "This won't do." She said and threw it to the side. She pointed to your rags you were wearing as shorts. "Neither will that. Take it off and take a bath." You looked down at yourself. Dirt seemed to be embedded into your skin. You looked at your hands and then the bath. You looked back at her and nodded. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" She asked and you raised an eyebrow. You opened your mouth to reveal your tongue was indeed missing. "Damn...tough break, isn't it." You nod and awkwardly stand there some more. "Want me to leave, is that it?" She asked you slightly shrug. She sighed and nodded. "I could never get over your shyness when it came to things like this..." she muttered. She stepped out and you slipped out of your rags and into the bath.

The water was nice and warm. After a few minutes of relaxing you got to cleaning. The dirt seemed to evaporate as soon as you began scrubbing, as if it were paint. You could say you were sparkling after the bath. Before you could step out she walked back in and looked at you. "Nice and clean, are we now? Come on, no time to waste." She said and opened the wardrobe. She began pulling out elegant robes fit for a king. Hues of red, black, and gold. Each piece donning a Wyvern with a crown upon its head. As you dried yourself, she had out a robe for you to wear. "Put this on and come outside." She said. She left you in the room. The robe fit perfectly. As if it had been made for you. You looked at yourself in the mirror. Scars across your arms and your body were covered by the robe. You hadn't buttoned it all the way, so a few peeked from your chest. You put on the trousers that matched and boots and stepped outside.

Sunlight was peeking from beyond the mountains in the distance. The land was better lit now. You looked to the men that were sharing stories at the fire. The we're getting ready to move out. You then saw the woman. She was speaking with some of the men and she then caught you looking at her, a smile formed upon her lips. She got on one knee and had her hand on her breast. The men did the same. Soon Everyone in the camp was kneeling. The woman spoke up.

"Welcome the return of our king, Lord Zarrenth of Riccario! Long live the king!"

The men joined her.

"Long live the king!"

"Long live the king!"

"Long live the king!"