Two Faced

Two Faced

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Genre: Young Adult

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Genre: Young Adult

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Currently working on a title for the book. Thoughts on "Two Faced?" SUMMARY: Elizabeth Lia Aren hates life. With her mother's passing, her boyfriend betraying her, her grades dropping, her friends deserting her, and a family she can not stand, she falls to games as a way of escape. Known as Senna the Sword Witch, one of the greatest players of God Incisor III, she creates a horrible experience for many players alike by simply dominating the different regions of the virtual world. However, as a series of events occur that bring her on the borderline of two realities, she learn and grow, ultimately forced to answer the question: Who is she? Elizabeth Lia Aren, a nineteen year old troubled college student... or Senna, the protagonist of a fantasy she has longed to live.
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Currently working on a title for the book. Thoughts on "Two Faced?" SUMMARY: Elizabeth Lia Aren hates life. With her mother's passing, her boyfriend betraying her, her grades dropping, her friends deserting her, and a family she can not stand, she falls to games as a way of escape. Known as Senna the Sword Witch, one of the greatest players of God Incisor III, she creates a horrible experience for many players alike by simply dominating the different regions of the virtual world. However, as a series of events occur that bring her on the borderline of two realities, she learn and grow, ultimately forced to answer the question: Who is she? Elizabeth Lia Aren, a nineteen year old troubled college student... or Senna, the protagonist of a fantasy she has longed to live.

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 28, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 28, 2017

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The sound of my heartbeat in the palms of my hands. I didn't want to die. My gold hair stuck to my pale skin. Clouds filled the air like a floating meadow of cotton balls and airplanes. They linger quietly. Slowly, but surely, tiptoeing across the gateway to Heaven. In the middle of a run across a broken sidewalk, I felt the gust of life seeping into my pores, mixing with my blood, my mind. Those days became vague memories. They happened a long while ago. “Now?” you ask? Life is nothing, but a shithole. 

“Elizabeth!” my dad calls out.

I heard him. But why listen? My hands are already hooked onto my mouse, my fingers dance across the keyboard, from my pink on the “Q” button to my index for “5.” Every pressed button bursts with a rainbow pattern, the flat screen monitor is bathed in an assortment of three dimensional effects and beautiful graphics. You could sense the spatial awareness of the characters with every swing of their bulky sword, the devastation and scorching heat of firebolts, the spine curdling realism of crackling flesh.  The bar on the side rolls up with blue as I raise the volume, allowing myself to be flushed in this world. My world.

The world of God Incisor III.

“Senna, you got another artifact?” Chester’s character, foiled in a gleaming silver armor and firmly wielding a spike edged shield and mace, hovers his chiseled chin over me. “How long do you even spend on here?”

Senna. That was me. As unruly as it sounds, I am a Level One Hundred and Thirty Two Sword Witch of the highest caliber, descendant of royalty. Nicknamed the Maiden of Warfare, this world knows me, as much as I know this world. Capable of manipulating and conjuring magic with the metal of any blade's edge, my physical traits are much like my own IRL ones. I wanted as much immersion as possible. To clear my head. To clear myself of everything. 

“It was a splendid battle of wits between myself and Young Leo of the Eastern Cubs Clan,” I brag, twirling my character via implemented actions of its creators. The red barren wasteland sparkles beneath the scarlet and cerulean sky above. “This was my reward, as much so, I clearly deserved.”

Katherine gave a mocking salute. With a sharper edge than usual, her elven ears cling to the sides of her milky and wavy mane, as her caramel arms align with the center of her forehead. “As arrogant as ever, leader, much kudos. Much kudos!”

Katherine and Chester are boyfriend and girlfriend. Although, they, themselves, have never seen me in person, and neither have I them, it’s pretty obvious from their flirtatious messages to one another (which, somehow, accidentally drops into public chat now and then) that their bond is not only one existing outside this world, but a rather strong bond at that. . . Wait, “arrogant?” 

“Kat,” Chester says, resting his mace over his shoulder, “You know Senna doesn’t like that word. Best apologize before she challenges you to a duel!”

“You two. . .” I pierce the tip of my sword into the sand. Closing my eyes briefly to the sound of the upbeat, dramatic instrumental. “. . . Remind me next time not to help when you’re about to die!”

Kat, falling onto the ground, she resigns her bow from her hands, pressing her nose against the floor. “Sorry, sorry, sorry! Did I say arrogant? I meant...beautiful! As beautiful as ever, Maiden of Warfare, Senna! Right, Chester?”

“I’m currently AFK,” he responds.

“Chester!” she cries.

The countdown in the right-hand corner of the screen starts to drop down from five minutes. Time, in this event, is of the essence. “We’ll be on the move,” I tell them, marching through the gap between the two. “A new patch was released this morning and its first event begins in five minutes. I want us to be the first ones---”

Then there’s this sound. Like a static shock combined with the plug to a drain being pulled. Everything turns black. The monitor turns black. My computer powers off and the music snatched from the home of my ears. 

I am back in the real world.

My jaw, loose, and my arms stiff. I spin my chair around, “Henry!” I yell.

“Elizabeth,” my dad holds an extended wire in his hands by the very edge as if it were an anaconda gone mad. His bulky arms and salt pepper beard reminds me of an Australian animal wrestler. “Don't you dare tune me out---

Guilty as charged.

“---I was calling you for several minutes. I was going to tell you that your aunt wanted us to come over,” he continues, “Clean the dishes, do your homework, and get dressed. We ain't got time.”

Hell no. I rattle my right hand through my hair, scratching furiously at my scalp before slamming my forearm down to the desk. “You could've damaged my computer. Are you going to buy me a new one?”

“Did you listen to anything--”

“I heard you,” I shout, “I'm not going over to that ladies house!”

He raises his brow and drops the cord. The noise his stomps made as he marches to the door clearly advocates the rhinos rage underneath. “You have no choice,” he growls, slamming the door behind him.

“Yeah, well, thanks for making me miss out on an important event asshole!” I lean back in my cushioned chair. My hands cup over my face. Deep breaths, Senna. Deep breaths.

I didn't go to my aunt's house that day. I left the house before my dad could notice. I was tired of everything at that point. I wanted to die. 

The blinding light of vrooming cars pass by. Obscuring my vision as a whole before blinking out of existence and behind me. Stars decorate the night sky in an assortment of patterned dots. I hide myself, as much as I could, within the pockets and hood of my gray sweater. In the silence, I could remind myself of nothing other than everything going on. It's a floating arrangement of C minuses, coffins, and picturized betrayal. I grit my teeth, bottling in a silent scream.

Ah--- My body jerks forward. My eyes bulge. A bubble, clogging my throat, pops from my mouth as I cough. Everything becomes blurry. Stinging, burning. Numbness, but. . . it still hurts. I roll my gaze down. The steel glint, sharper than a samurai's sword, is half an arm's length through my stomach. A weapon I knew better than anyone. The way its curved edge is carved inward like teeth. That amethyst embedded into its tip. There's no way. . .

“My most humble of apologies,” the blade rips out in a splatter of blood, “. . .Senna.” 


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