It was a cold winter’s morning. And it was time for Maverick to do his daily routine. Get up, get a shower, have breakfast, and spend most of his day back in bed with his VR headgear as he normally did. He was trying to get in as much game time as possible before college hit. He knows that when that time comes, it’s going to be school first, then gaming. Once he had finished showering and eating, he puts on a clean shirt and cargo pants. He lays back down on his bed and slips his headgear back on. He smiled to himself and closes his eyes. He reaches up and pressing a button on the side of the helmet, then places his hand back down as the headgear takes control.

At first, nothing but white, then a light brown ceiling comes into view. Then a pair of metal clawed hands come into view. He moves his fingers up and down, the sound of sharp metallic metal rubbing together.

“Heheh...good to be back as always…”

He said as he got out of bed, the large man walks over to the mirror.

“Good to see you as always Zemrite. What are we gonna do today?”

He said as he opens up his interface, tapping a few buttons here and there. His cloak and bow appear on his back along with the black book that rested on his hip on a chain. He throws his hood over his head and looks in the mirror. Again.

“Alright...here we go.”

Suddenly there was a sound of a bell ringing in his ear and then a voice.

“Come on Zemrite! The rest of us are waiting for you, bro!”

“Yeah yeah, I am on my way. Geez, I can’t even have any peace and quiet to get ready?”

“Nope, let’s roll!”

--Town Square--

“So when is this Ghost of yours suppose to show up?”

Asked the tank of the group, acting all high and mighty because he is the damage taker and thinks the party can’t survive without him.

“He is coming. I just messaged him. And you’d be wise to show him some respect when he gets here. The Ghost class is a mix of ranger and shadowmancer. And shadowmancer isn’t an easy class to obtain. Not to mention his racial skills are quite handy. He is half moon elf and half garou. It’s a very scary combination.”

Said the sorcerer of the group. Soon he felt the cold steel of Zemrite’s claws on his shoulder. Making him jump a bit.

“It’s alright Milo. He is just upset that he is stuck as a run of the mill punching bag for the mobs. And without our lovely healer, Misha, He wouldn’t last a minute with the boss we are heading for today.”

“What your mouth! If it was just a one on one duel with me and you, I would have you down on the ground in no time flat!”

Zemrite laughed lightly, the eyes of his mask glowing brightly.

Please...a noob like you is only good for taking hits whenever the rest of us are throwing our attacks and risking our necks. All you have to do is stand there and swing your sword while a healer makes sure that you don’t die. Without healers you would be nothing. In fact you will learn to respect my guildmates. Should you disrespect Misha in anyway...she may just ignore your screams of pain and let you die while we all escape. Leaving you alone with the aggro.”

Misha giggled cutely and nodded.

“You know me too well, Zemrite.”

They all three laugh and begin the journey to the lair of the bos. They were going to meet up with a few other parties to join a raid. The guardian simply growled in annoyance but followed.

“I bet you got to the status you are at with nothing but cash shop items…”

Zemrite laughed again.

“Cash shop items in this game are purely cosmetic. The only thing I bought from the shop was this mask because it was a sponsored event. My armor and everything else is four years of hard work and dedication to this game. You on the other hand look like you have been only playing for a few months. So quit your bitching or we can always find another guardian who is better than you.”

--Jack The Reaper’s Boss Room--

Once the raid party got passed all the lower level enemies in the lair, they finally made it to the boss room. Before they pulled however, they all made sure they were healed up and buffed. The clerics and mystics casting their spells on their party members. Once everyone was buffed up and ready. The attack began

"CHARGE!!!"

Everyone shouted with might. The tanks and the close range DPS players moved in quick. While the magic casters and rangers stood back and let loose the massive damaging attacks on the boss. The boss was a hooded figure with glowing red eyes, wielding a massive scythe and unholy magic. He was an undead after all. Zemrite and the other rangers stood in a line in front of the magic casters, him standing in the middle and up front.

“Ready your volleys!”

The cast time was relatively quick, each ranger sending down a barrage of arrows onto the boss, then Zemrite released his.

“Shadow Volley!”

He yelled out loud as he pulled back on his bow string, multiple shadow arrows forming before he releases them. His arrows were like regular arrows, but had a magical corroding over time bonus to them. This went on for awhile. Milo looked back to Zemrite.

“What’s your RP meter at?!”

“It is nearly full! I just need a bit more time and then I can change!”

‘RP’ or ‘Racial Power’ meter was what enabled him to use his garou powers. Meaning once it is full, he can change into his ‘Crinos Form’. That of which is a massive black and ice grey werewolf that stood about fifteen feet tall. However, this form only lasted for a minute and a half. If it lasted any longer, well that would be very fair would it? See in this form,Zemrite’s health, strength and speed are increased five times of his own, making him a deadly ally or enemy. He has a dire wolf form as well, but that is used mainly for long distance travel..or sometimes to snuggle up with the girls in his guild. Hey, when you have guildmates that are obsessed with wolves and you can turn into one, why not?

“A few more second and it will be ready!. Misha, cast Quick Cast on me!”

“On it!”

She answered,lifting her staff and casting the buff upon him.

“Alright...I am ready!!!”

Zemrite said as he sheathed his bow and began the shift. Black mist forming around him. Normally the cast time took about a minute, but with the buff, it was cut down to thirty seconds. Afterwhich a large hulking wolf beast emerged and let out a blood freezing howl.

“Go tear that boss apart Zemrite!”

Shouted Milo with a knowing grin that after that minute and thirty seconds, that boss’s health was going to be cut in half. The large garou charged forth into battle, leaping into the air and pounces onto the boss. Zemrite began his furious attacks, clawing biting tearing at any part of the boss he could get his claws on. The raid watched on in shock as small chunks of the boss’s HP bar disappeared every second. But like every garou, they had a great weakness, Silver. The boss’s scythe blade was made of that very kind of metal. And when he took a swipe at Zemrite with it, it graze his shoulder, making the beast leap back in pain as it burned his shoulder. But he didn’t have time to worry about that now. His time was limited and he needed to get as much damage in as possible. When his time was up, his health was cut down to half from being hit with the silver blade, but he had managed to get the boss’s health down to half as well. He leaps back to the casters and falls to a knee, changing back to his normal form, and he was exhausted. He looked up at his hud and saw the timer was at thirty seconds

Fuck...we aren’t going to make it…”

“Milo, Misha, we have thirty seconds left! After that we are dead for sure!”

He shouted as he stood up.

“Everyone, teleport now! We can’t finish this in thirty seconds! He is going to use his ultimate attack that will wipe us all out!”

Everyone jumps away from the boss and casts their teleport spells, only to not have them work.

“What…? Why are they..?”

Suddenly a loud female scream echoes about the room, to the point of nearly shattering everyone’s eardrums.

“Cry Of The Banshee…”

A large clock appears behind the boss as it laughs evilly. It counts down, the hand of the clock moving every second.

Five...

Four…

Three…

Two…

One…

The sound of the bell was heard, and everyone fell to the floor dead. Though, something was off with Zemrite. He was...actually dying. His headgear was going off, sending a signal that would send a medical team to his home to try and save him. It was as if he was having a heart attack. His body was now in a black void, struggling to breathe and grasping at his chest for dear life.

“Is...this how I die? From a damned video game boss?”

“It doesn’t have to be this way you know…”

Said a calming voice that sounded like it was a mixture of female and male talking at once.

“You can be sent to a new world. Where your abilities will be of more use. If you want to stay alive and continue.”

“Y-yes….please, I am not ready to die…”

“Very well then. Zemrite, you have been chosen to be reborn. And fittingly for you, from the shadows.”

Zemrite was flung through the void, the mind and soul of his player fusing with him and becoming a real, physical being.

--Canterlot Castle West Garden, Midnight--

Princess Luna was sitting in front of the railing, staring up at the night sky at her beautiful moon. She sighs lightly as she closes her eyes.

“Nothing ever happens here during the night. The only amusing thing I have to look forward to every night is Night Court. And that is still boring as well.”

She said in annoyance, stomping her hoof as she spoke. But, that was all about to change. In the darkest corner of the garden, a dark shadow was growing behind her, almost creeping towards her, it became wider and longer with each inch it moved. She senses something behind her, her eyes widening at what she was seeing.

“By the moon…”

She said shakily as she saw the metallic claws slowly rise from the shadow and claw into the ground, the other soon following as the figure pulled himself slowly out of the ground, his eyes glowing a fierce yellow from his mask that hid his face. He lets out a growl as he continues to struggle to climb out. Once out, he slowly stands to his feet, struggling to stand on them, falling back to his hands and knees. A shadowy aura radiating from his body. He was breathing heavily. Clutching at his chest as he slowly lifts his head, looking up to see…

“Princess...Luna…?”

He asked before collapsing to the ground, passing out from complete exhaustion.

Author's Note

Well, here it is, the prologue of a complete redo. Hope you enjoy