OVA's Lore: Areallya S1.2

There's been a bit of a gap in posting her story, but Areallya is still one of my beloved characters from Black Desert. I haven't played much recently, that being said I still plan on writing these stories. I've been at a standstill in the game for awhile. Plus, I don't really even play the PVP modes, which I feel like keeps the game's popularity. I still appreciate how immersive the world feels though. It's given a lot of inspiration to write these stories.

Areallya ll

When Areallya opened her eyes again, she lay in a bare unfamiliar room. The only furniture was the small bed she lay on. A dull headache pounded on the left side of her head. She sat up reaching to hold her head and noticed a new simple bracelet adorned her wrist. But there was no time to ponder. The door opened and two people walked through; A clean cut man and woman with similar uniforms.

“It’s good to see you awake,” the first investigator spoke with a small smile. 

“I’m Detective Keels, and this is my partner, Swesta. We are with the Department of Magical Interference” Two chairs were pulled into the room and the pair sat down. 

“I’m sure you have questions, and we’re here to answer as many as possible,” Keels continued.

“However, we were hoping you could answer a few of ours as well.” The officer opened his notebook, took a pen, and organized a few notes. 

“Do you remember anything during the time you were cursed?” His question only produced a troubled expression from Areallya.

“...Cursed?” the word came out barely audible. Keels looked at his partner and nodded. Swesta left the room as he continued to speak.

“While you were unprotected from the barrier, unfortunately, an entity captured and cursed you,” Keels explained. Swesta returned and held out the retrieved mirror. Areallya gasped at the reflection staring back at her. Instead of her dark blue locs, her hair sprouted white at the roots. A bright symbol sat seared over her left pupil like a brand. The detective continued to explain that little could be done to reverse a spell of this caliber, and she would have to be the one to break it eventually. Everything possible would be done to achieve this goal.

“We’re also here to hear your side of the story,” Swesta spoke while gently taking the mirror back.

“Why were you outside the city’s barrier?” Tears came to Areallya’s eyes. In a shaky tearful voice, she explained the events that landed her in this situation. The detectives looked at one another once more. Swesta sighed. A trivial matter turned disastrous. She reached and held the crying girl’s hand.

“We have your parents here for you. A few more things need to be sorted, then you may go home for the night.” The detectives got up and shuffled out of the room with their chairs. Areallya’s parents came rushing in to comfort their child. The girl buried her face in her mother’s sleeve to sob, finally feeling some kind of safety. From that day on, Areallya’s life changed. She was pulled from regular classes, and her new schedule consisted of specialized courses for her new situation. Contact outside her direct family became limited until the DMI had more information on the curse. Students were prohibited from the outer city without a chaperone. Gossip spread through the high schools like wildfire. Anyone involved in the incident was sworn to silence.

Just a week after the initial incident, Areallya was again caught up in a magical disturbance. She collapsed in one of the courtyards. Gusts of wind surrounded the teen as the pain in her head intensified. She cried out holding her left eye lying curled up on the ground. The silver bangle around her wrist began to glow a bright pinkish hue, alerting authorities of her distress. Officers hurried into the courtyard to secure the area. When Detective Swesta arrived she fought her way through the strong gusts and knelt where Areallya lay.

“Can you hear me!?” She called over the wind. Her dark hair, having been ripped from its bun, made her face hardly visible. The girl opened her eyes and saw the detective struggling to stay knelt next to her.

“Hold out your arm!” Areallya did as instructed. She felt another bangle clasp around her wrist. Once secure, it too began to glow. Relief washed over her and the unbearable wind calmed. Swesta regained her composure and assisted Areallya into a sitting position. 

“Are you alright?” The detective asked her as the dust settled. The teen nodded, holding her head. The symbol branded on her eye shimmered dimly. It felt as if she had no magical power left.

“You may feel exhausted after something like this. It’s normal,” Swesta confirmed Areallya’s fatigue. The detective began smoothing her hair back.

“The bracelets should help control any outward disturbances.” The girl nodded again, looking down at the cold silver against her wrist. Shortly, medical officials wheeled her away to ensure her health. Swesta stood and gazed over the courtyard, which was being attended. 

“Could have been worse,” Keels sauntered beside her, blowing smoke from his cigarette. Swesta nodded in response. The space was intact other than stripped flower gardens and rubble thrown around. 

“This pushes our timeline, though.” The pair stood together, watching the clean-up crew scramble around. Keel offered up one of his cigarettes, which Swesta accepted. 

“The outcome will still be up to her,” snapping her fingers to light the smoke.