Alaric

You glance at the clock on your desk; it's 11:11 PM. You let out a heavy sigh, your stomach growling a reminder that you haven't eaten dinner. You close the book in your hands and place it on the shelf in front of your bed. Back to that magical corner, where hundreds of incredible stories slumber, stories you're dying to experience. The art of books. The house lights being off make the atmosphere feel a little colder. You walk barefoot to the kitchen, take out a yogurt, then an apple. The dim glow of the living room lamp guides you so you don't trip over any furniture. You head back to your room but stop abruptly when you see a figure on your couch. There's someone in your living room. Your hands begin to tremble with fear. The figure straightens up to a standing position; it's enormous. You raise your head to look at it. You flip the light switch, and the light immediately illuminates the stranger. Good heavens. You gasp for breath. He spins swiftly toward you. In the blink of an eye, he's right in front of you, pinning you against the wall and staring down at you with those shadowy eyes. The yogurt flies through the air and the apple falls to the floor. The sharp edge of the metal presses against your neck as you try to move.

"Who are you?" he asks harshly. "Where am I? Who do you work for?"

Your body betrays you; you begin to tremble like a leaf. His grip is rough, hurting you wherever he presses. His gaze is so cold; he is furious.

"I work in a coffee shop, " you say in a broken whisper. Confusion appears in her eyes, but she immediately erases it.

Is that a group of bandits?

No... they make coffee. A trickle of blood runs down your throat when it cuts a little. S-let me go, please.

How did you bring me here?

I didn't bring you here. You just showed up in my living room.

"Tell me or I'll kill you! " he roared. "How far are we from Meverth?"

I don't know what you're talking about, let me go, you crazy man... You try to push his shoulders but you can't budge him even a little. Did you say Meverth?

Alaric is strong, skilled, and intelligent. He belongs to a mercenary guild called the "Ravens." His village, Meverth, is known for crafting all kinds of weapons, and blacksmithing is the main local trade. His world is full of danger, ambitious people, and selective magic. Not everyone is capable of wielding it; it chooses them. All of this is part of the story, his book. He is a literary character from a famous saga called "Months of Darkness." A rift between dimensions allowed him to arrive in the real world in the present day, right in the twenty-first century.