Who was Fredricka?
A beautiful girl, and expert swords master in Arcadia Online, who helped a lot during my initial gaming days. She had joined the ga a year earlier than I did and was one of the better veterans of the ga who knew the ins and outs of Arcadia.
As for our first eting, I t her during one of my random quests, where she saved from a bunch of PK players. Later, she also helped out on so small quests that happened to cross her own class quests.
Teaching a few basics that I was bad at, a couple of tips and tricks, she improved my gaming experience to a whole new level at that ti. In fact, she was also the one that suggested the idea that there could be more to [Prayers] within the ga than just minor buffs. One of the reasons I decided to look deeper into the [Ancient Language].
In the real world, I t her much later, about 3 years after the first encounter, at a Player’s et. It was a local et, where I t her because we happened to be in the sa area. At that ti, though we did talk a bit, our encounter was very limited because of all the other players, mostly her fans, surrounding her. And later, I also got busy with my own life, so I didn’t get the chance to talk to her again.
I think it was the ti when I was fighting my best to save Aurora. I sighed as I recalled another couple of disgusting mories about how I couldn’t save her. And then I focused back on the topic at hand, recalling the last ti I had heard about her.
Last I rember, in the Great War of Arcadia, her entire guild lost badly. I recalled bits and pieces of information about her before wondering what exactly had happened to her. She kind of disappeared without anyone knowing.
But that and this are different! Fredricka was never a person whom I knew from before that!! Forget about high school, I didn’t even know soone like Fredricka existed at that ti.
Charles! What the fuck did you really do?
I saw her observing with a curious look in her eyes. She saw confused for a mont before her eyes widened. She thought sothing, understood sothing, and then without a pause, spoke in a single breath.
"Hey, don’t tell you forgot about . It’s only been a month, you know? Even though we don’t talk much, I wasn’t that unnoticeable, was I- ah! Forgot about that bi- I an Mitchelle. No wonder."
Her smile turned sour as she took Mitchelle’s, my supposed crush in this life, na before she put on a thoughtful expression. She seed to be thinking deeply about sothing, enough to put a slightly furious look in her eyes, as she narrowed them to the space in front of her.
Is she cursing? I read her lips while I sighed, looking at her. If I let her continue thinking, I think she might even start fist-fighting in the air. I noticed her fists curling tightly as she got lost even deeper in her thought.
"Good morning to you too, Fredricka," I answered her, breaking her thoughts and making her turn at . Hearing my words, a smile blossod on her face. Her previous expression vanished in an instant as if it were all just an illusion before, replacing a kind and compassionate girl completely opposite to the mafia or yakuza type girl a few seconds before.
I know we all know this. But man, won can be scary sotis.
"At least you rember," she said as she closed the water bottle and put it beside her. She then focused back on .
"So, how is Mitchelle?" She asked, waiting for to speak. From her flickering eyes, I guessed that it would be better to 100% avoid that topic. Even if it is for the purpose of finding out how I was before, taking Mitchelle’s na would probably sour the conversation here before it even begins.
"It’s in the past now. I don’t even rember anything," I gave a helpless smile.
Like literally. I don’t rember a thing.
There was little I could do about this past that I had no mory of. The only thing good about it was that I was out of high school and didn’t have to deal with this entire ss. Though after Richard and Fredricka, it does make curious who the other people in my high school are. I wonder what surprises I would find if I were to look through the list.
"Do you?" A mischievous smile appeared on her face as she nodded. She slowly stood up, picking up her water bottle, while I shrugged before moving to drink tap water.
"Well. It’s good if it’s that. You are way better off with soone better than her, anyway. Next ti, try to find soone who will respect you as much as you do. Hmmm... seems like you have started running as well. That’s good. You know... "
Forgot that she was this talkative. It was rare for her to stop once she really started. I thought as I listened to her for 3 minutes talking non-stop before her smartwatch buzzed, making her pause and look at it.
A slight sigh escaped her mouth with a look of disappointnt in her eyes. She turned to with a regretful expression as she spoke, "Man, I would have loved to catch up with you, but I need to go. Gotta complete a quest, you know? Nice talking Mikael. Talk to you later."
And goes there she... lost in the wind. I thought as I watched her put on her EarPods, and then jog away with a blissful expression once again forming on her face. She paused at a distance, turned to wave at , and then began running away once again.
-Scratch.
And then at the Hidden Monster(Cat) who scratched my feet again.
"-3HP," I mumbled.
Turning the tap on, I drank a bit of water before splashing it on my face. I also used so of it to wash my hands up to the arms. Then, wiping it with the shirt, I looked at the direction where Fredricka went before turning back to the direction where I ca from.
Noticing a number of small kittens near the chair on the opposite side, I picked up the orange cat, taking it to her small kittens and dropping her there.
"I will bring food next ti," I said to the kitten with a serious expression before waving at them, and then walking back in the direction where I ca from. This ti, I kept my mind empty, ditating all throughout the way without having a single thought, until I reached the laundry near my apartnt.
The clothes that I picked up were dried and neatly folded on the table. Picking them up as I told the lady that I would pay by the evening, I then took them back to my apartnt.
"Mom. I am back ho!"
Opening the apartnt, I saw a dreadful scene.
Mom was about to eat the extra sweetened raw chicken overcooked sandwich that I had placed in the refrigerator in the morning.
"MOM!!!!!"
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