[OP-F12] Still Solo

[Daeron 1]

Daeron took a deep breath, though the air thick, it was refreshing. Being capable of saying he's lived through a tenth of the game already is a decent accomplishment. He then had flashbacks of those that had been lost through this journey, including the few lives in which he had taken. "Things will never be the same again in the real world", he said as he walked through the gates, and teleported to the twelfth floor. <<Lazaro>> a new map, a new zone, a new area. Though he couldn't enter into the town itself, as he was still an orange player, he was teleported outside of it. All he saw was a dock, which had a boat, that looked as if it respawned there every time a player used the boat. "What a strange little boat", he thought to himself aloud. He brought his right foot into the boat, and slowly, it began to drift off as the momentum from his own step pushed the boat.

The water looked murky, unordinary of a natural color. In fact, this was water he had hoped he would rather not touch as it looked like it might hurt him more than it might refresh him when it came down to it. His golden hair, slicked back, gleamed in the night sky. The moon's shimmer, pressing a shine onto the island of Aincrad as if it were a natural world on its own. "Wonder where everyone else is at the moment", he said to himself as he sat down in the boat. The boat however, did not leave from the dock yet, as he had no desire to go anywhere just yet, he simply wanted to sit there and enjoy the lunar sky with the differentiation of colors swaying in the black layer above.