[SP-F1] Achieving new heights

[Billy Jo Jackknife 0]

From the bed Billy Jo looked out on the sun as it peaked over the distant mountains. All things considered, even if this was a virtual world, it was beautiful. Billy Jo rose from the cot she had called her own for the night and swiped her right hand in front of her body. With the menu appearing she equipped what little she had and stood up. Reaching over her shoulder she griped the hilt of her straight sword. It was cracked along the blade, chipped at the edges, but it was hers. She hadn’t expected much from a starter weapon, and she hadn’t been disappointed. Her cloths, a worn down set of trousers and a ratty old t-shirt seemed two sizes too big, yet the pants found a way to stay in place. Her right hand swiped down with sword, swooshing through the air with such force.

She sheathed the sword once more and walked towards the door, gripping at the knob. Heading towards the lobby of the inn she thanked the keep and headed towards out into the brand new day. One day lost. One day gone from her real self. A heavy sigh left her lips as she trudged forward. Billy Jo slowed to a stop at the edge of town. She turned back, this, at least she hopped, would be the last time she would step foot in the Town of Beginnings. A small smile crossed her face, the journey was here. Far more real then she had every expected, but here at least. Billy Jo turned back to the fields, and headed out. The grass rustled over the rolling hills as the blonde teenager made her way down what looked like a cart path. Grass grew in the middle of two dirt paths leading towards what Billy Jo suspected was another town.

As she moseyed on down the road she admired the digital likeness to the real world. The grass almost looked real, even if it was nothing but pixels. It swayed in the wind with ease, just like it would in the real world. She knelt to the ground, her left arm reaching out towards the grass. She brushed it, it felt real. Real enough to hold, real enough to pull, she didn’t doubt that if she were to hold a handful out in front of her face it would blow away with the wind. Peering up from her crouched position a hill crested one hundred yards in front of her. Atop the hill a boar stood, grazing on the digital grass, her first kill, the road to greatness starts.