Ah crap. I got another idea for a story.

I had a dream. . .
A dream of floating in an endless sea of nothing
But suddenly a whole world blew out into my surroundings.
I would meet new people, kill mushrooms and slimes and yeties and demons, and become a hero.
I just wish I could actually live in the world.
A wish for an entire new story. . .

~Alüto-To You All

I lay on the ground fast asleep as the early morning dew dripped onto my forehead. I blinked twice and saw someone sitting next to me. His hair was cut short and could be easily mistaken as a girl. Or maybe, he was a girl. But what was I? A male or a female? By the great Madians tell me. Wait, who are the Madians? The person next to me said something but I couldnt hear it. Im tired. I drifted back to sleep.

A Madian stared at the land below the clouds as its early morning. He turned to his partner and nodded to her. She closed her eyes.

“So the Chosen One has finally gained connection to Maple Story?” she asked without opening her eyes. The male Madian exhaled.
“It appears so,” he whispered. She opened her eyes and turned to her partner.
“What should we do?”
“What the Chosen One was chosen for. To shatter this fake world.”

With that, the male Madian walked back into the ruined city. The female Madian stared back to Maple Story. She drew a piece of parchment and a quill. She wrote in letters that only a Madian could read.

The world will be shattered by the hands of the Chosen One. A single tear of a Madian would show you to a path. If you follow the path you will find peace.

She transformed the parchment into a drop of morning dew and released it into the wind, watching as it fell toward Maple Story.

To be continued.