Rynkar is the Norse god of Time.

Now, we're back! I'm constantly being pestered by my friend… -coughladincough-

Ahem, to the story!

Some people enjoy the silence. Some people must talk to live. Who am I? I am both, and I am neither, I am talkative, and I am quiet.

But nothing stops this feeling that something bad right now is going to try to kill me.

Maybe it's because of those hugs fat things that appeared in the Sunspire and started, oh, I don't know, attacking!?

The database told me that their names were Knucklrot and Luzran, but what were they doing here? Tyrus had once complained about them being difficult to beat, and that they were in the Ghostlands.

What annoys me the most is that the guards don't do anything. The stupid NPCs just stand there looking dumb while the poor low level people are trying to get away from the monsters. I retreated inside and up to the second level of a building. They couldn't get me up here, but I could get them with my long-ranged attacks. I had just received my imp, so I summoned him, and we attacked from afar. The only problem was that my attacks were just being absorbed!

Other warlocks, mages, and hunters joined me and did what they could from high up. Tyrus was there. Well, Asclepius… what do I call him!?

Paladins and others who didn't get up high enough were down the moment they were grazed. They just stayed dead in hopes that Luzran and Knucklerot would leave. When all hope was lost, another player entered the scene.

He had long black hair with bangs that spilled onto his shoulders. He wore well-woven cloth robes, and the very aura of magic emanated from his clothes. He rode a mount that was a large black horse with fire decorating it where the hair should've been. He dismounted, and battled the monsters with the assistance of his minion, who looked like an over-sexed female with pink skin and bat wings. He defeated them easily.

The new guy dismissed his minion as the low levels – including me – jumped down from our perch. I checked his level and found him to be level 70! What's a level 70 doing at the Sunspire? It didn't make sense to me. He mounted his horse again as people crowded around him, thanking him and telling him how awesome he was.

I saw that his name was Florianus, a flower name and very beautiful. He was a warlock. Florianus bowed his head to the group then rode out of it, going through a few people. He stopped in front of me – I wasn't with the crowd.

"Thanks for that," I told him. He smirked.

"They were easy! They should go back to the Ghostlands soon, too. Don't worry about them!" he laughed.

"But why're you here?" Tyrus asked, cutting into our barely-formed conversation.

"I just wanted to see how many newbies were here. It's so adorable when they struggle to kill a springpaw," Florianus mocked. I didn't get mad at him for that, but I was still a little angered.

"Weren't you in the same place at one point?" Tyrus defended.

"Perhaps, but back then, I would have laughed at myself." Tyrus growled, but I laughed. Florianus was obviously fooling around.

Suddenly, Florianus looked straight at me. "Salaam," he said, "I want you to come with me." I was taken aback.

"What? Why?" I inquired.

"I would like to train you myself," he replied coolly. I had to think. First of all, why me? Second of all, why at all?

"Why me?" I asked him.

"I saw your quick thinking back there, on getting to high ground. I liked how you stood back and attacked from afar when you knew you were weak. I want you to get strong quickly," Florianus explained. I looked into his eyes. I suppose they should have been a glowing green, but they weren't. They were a sparkling sapphire blue.

"Could Ty—I mean, Asclepius come with?" I wondered.

"Of course, if that is what you wish," Florianus said. I grinned.

"Well, Asclepius?" I started. "Do you want to come?"

Tyrus first glared at Florianus before stating, "I suppose." I clapped my hands and jumped.

"Thanks, Tyrus, it means a lot!" I said before realizing I called him Tryus. "I mean, Asclepius." Tyrus finally smiled.

"We shall go now," Florianus announced. My palm pilot look-alike buzzed and I opened it again. It asked if I wanted to join Florianus' group, and I clicked yes. Tyrus joined soon after. "Follow me. Everything you and your friend shall need will be at my castle." Florianus dismounted his demonic horse and started walking. "Come, Salaam."

I was weirded out. He wasn't a NPC, but he practically lived in the game. But he already saved us from Luzran and Knucklerot, so I trusted him a little. I had no choice but to follow, with Tyrus on my heels.

Though Ladin was the one pestering me, I'd like to thank him for the chapter's idea.