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At first, it was an escape from real life; an escape from which she became good at and accepted as another reality for her to live and maintain. It was a good time in her life that she treasured more than ever as she found love – and found hate. The world was painted black and white, and it came to war.

Even granted power to destroy the game from within, she held an attachment out of sentiment; she was torn by her love of the memories that she held close – and of the pain that those memories had led her to do. She watched all her friends just poof out of existence with no chance of connection or meeting them in real life. There was this fear of isolation and loneliness that was never quelled mixed with a deep hate for the creators of a game that sought nothing more than to watch everything burn and profit from it.

Then the monsters in black took her friend in the name of their so-called justice by force.

For her – this game was no less real than the world itself. Every single pixel, every single zero and one, was real. It must be; how can something as false as this hurt?

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It made her want to die.

“Thirteen… I'm... sorry.”</div>

It burned in her mind; in her soul, in her very being that she hated everything – including herself. In that hatred, was born another half who woke to the sound of rustling trees and the light of the sunset that trickled through the leaves and the edges of what seemed to be a thick forest. Iridiscent eyes locked ever so slowly into the darkening horizon, trying to process where she was and how she got to where she was.

It all sunk in.

She wasn’t in Cyberpolis anymore.

Fazed and unsure, the Green-haired woman walked blindly, following a convenient path of dirt until it reached what seemed to be a closeby garden – and that eventually led to what looked like a rather large school community. Busy streets, students in uniforms – it was a world somewhat familiar yet not really. To her, it was particularly surreal still to be in the realization that you are no longer where you think you should’ve been in.

I mean, what damn village is this?

Blindly walking, she eventually reached of all things – a library. It was admittedly convenient in a lot of ways; there held a lot of knowledge about wherever her creator landed her in – or what possible sick joke was going on after the key was struck to her heart. The woman slightly winced, stopping by the door she was about to open as she reached for and touched herself by the part underneath her breast. She was okay. The woman touched her neck and her right eye.

A sense of panic rushed through her and she came inside hurriedly, hoping to find a mirror – any mirror. Just what form did her creator blindly create her to be?

Lo and behold, was her reflection against the glass of the windows at sunset. Green, wavy locks, scaly skin, and clothes that fit close to her body. It was certainly not Adularia’s equipment. It was all too much information to digest at once, and after a second, it became dark.

Until a voice rang in her ears, along with several light thuds of different variations that came with what felt like complimentary punches on her leg and thigh. She allowed her eyes to adjust to the light, and behold – it was a student. Fairly attractive and felt like she was particularly keen on aesthetics.

“I…” And that word alone caused her eyes to peel open wide. She could talk.

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“… I’m… okay.” She managed to say, sounding lightly bewildered. “… Where the hell am I?”

Pavonine just stared at herself, mostly in awe and revel a what she was experiencing; this was certainly not the body she was more or less expecting all considering what had just occurred seconds before all this… if it were even seconds. Was this a second life? Was this something else? Something supernatural? Was she still in Cyberpolis? Where the hell was this Monte Carlos island?

Whatever it is though, Pavonine was grateful for whatever information she had received from this lady. There was so many strange feelings and awkward sensations coming from whatever her body was now. Almost this feeling of confusion mixed with the question of – “why?” “Monte Carlos island, huh.” She said, taking the woman’s hand and pulled herself upward. Her body felt… heavier. She felt taller. This was certainly Pavonine’s body – but what was going on was simply too much for the woman to understand just yet.

It wouldn’t be too soon before Pavonine would have a mild hint of self-awareness, but right now wasn’t the time. “Thanks. Last place I remember being…” she trailed off, not sure herself or how to say things that would make sense. “I was… at my house; at the bathroom…”

She grazed her hand against her neck.

Was this the afterlife?

Was this what they called the after-death experience? Was she in some sort of purgatory for what she just did to herself or something of the sort? And why in Pavonine’s body of all things? There was a bunch of things that didn’t make sense to her just yet – and she wasn’t sure where to start making sense of it. “I’m… alive.” She whispered with a hint of mild shock and disbelief.

“I’m not so sure…” Pavonine said, reaching towards a convenient chair to pull it back and take a seat; do something remotely comfortable for herself in this moment of confusion. “I am not sure where to begin…”

Every minute that passed by was more time for the Dragon to make sense of everything that came to being; a gift of being self-aware, but the explanation was certainly beyond her ability to do so.