"Stroll? No! I will not go! I refuse! You damned aliens! Help! There are alien kidnappers here! Help me!" Anita's voice tore through the silence, her screams echoing in panic as she ran, tears streaming down her face.
After an intense chase, dodging the rocks hurled in desperation, the young girl, Anita, finally succumbed to exhaustion, her breaths ragged and her spirit broken.
But before this chaos erupted, the stage was set.
One hour before our action-packed confrontation in space with Solana, and the catastrophic crash of the Falcon spaceship into a river on the moon Daggerdale...
"Boss Totoy! I am not perfect! Do not worry, I will not claim my full salary! Consider it atonement for the flawed toys I have crafted!" Anita's voice was thick with tears and rage as she stormed out of the workshop.
"Hey! Wait, big sis Anita! Let us sort this out calmly!" Totoy's plea was lost as Anita slammed the door with a thunderous echo.
Totoy called her big sis because Anita, at 19, was five years his senior. Totoy, only 14, was yet the mastermind behind a renowned toy factory.
Anita was a designer and craftsman at Totoy's handmade children's toy factory, where they worked with all sorts of materials. Her heavy hands, however, often led to the destruction of delicate work, particularly when dealing with softer substances. But with metal, she was in her element.
"My simple wish in life is to bring joy, especially to children, and to cleanse the tainted name of my family, the Slayer family. As Anita Slayer, I will forge no more daggers or deadly weapons, even for the imperial queen of death from planet Lyria. My respect for Queen Kali, the savior and guardian of Daggerdale, will not sway my resolve," Anita declared through her tears as she headed into the forest, searching for fruits and mushrooms for dinner.
Then, fate intervened as an aircraft plummeted into a nearby river. Driven by awe, Anita followed, witnessing an otherworldly sight for the first time. At the river, she saw two figures, fallen from the stars into the water. Both were women around her age. One had hair that shimmered like liquid gold. The other was my charming self, Patricia Mage. As we conversed with Solana, Anita's approach was stealthy, but the rustle of leaves betrayed her presence.
"Did she hear everything we talked about?! Damn it! Kill her!" Solana's command sliced through the air.
"Wait! Hold on! Calm down! Register me first as a student at Quantum Knights Academy," I interjected, aiming to shift the focus and save the innocent girl from harm.
"Okay, no problem, but we must wait for the leader's approval for your re-enrollment," Solana replied, her voice softening.
"What? If you are no longer the guild leader, then who is?"
"Ban-Ban. She is the guild leader now. I could not bear the weight of leadership, so I handed it to her. She has a unique charisma that the Quantum Knights Guild and Academy truly needed," Solana admitted, scratching her head with a hint of pride.
"Wow, that is fantastic! I am eager to be reinstated at Quantum Knights Academy. I cannot wait to see Ban-Ban, or Hukluban, the draconian girl who is smitten with Jake Hartnell, though he remains oblivious. That witch is hilariously tragic," I laughed, the warmth of the memory contrasting with the tension.
As we spoke, I slyly passed my gadget tablet to Anita. The message on the screen was clear: "Please register your DNA by placing your tongue on the screen to start using this device." The device beeped with a transaction confirmation, startling Solana.
"Hey! What is that? What is happening?" Solana's voice was stern, her eyes narrowing.
"Nothing! You cannot do anything about it now! This girl is now a technomancer too! So, we both need to be registered as students at Quantum Knights Academy! You cannot refuse! Do not worry. I will cover her crypto tuition. All we need is to return to the Infinity Grid Domain, where our guild is based. I remember the seed phrases of my crypto wallets from the real world, or Level 3 Universe, so I can access them with any PQC there," I declared confidently, my heart racing with both fear and hope.
"Oh, well. We will be classmates soon enough. We will delve into some dark magic together. What is your name, anyway?" I asked, my tone lightening.
"Ah, I am Anita," she whispered, her voice small but resonant.
"Okay, Anita. Join us first. Let us go for a stroll, and as we walk, tell me your story," I encouraged, with genuine curiosity and warmth.
"Stroll? No! I will not go! I refuse! You damned aliens! Help! There are alien kidnappers here! Help me!" Anita's voice tore through the silence, her screams echoing in panic as she ran, tears streaming down her face.