Mateus the Earthling

On Earth, people like to write stories about elves, dragons, magic, and other fantastical ideas many dream of being reality. One can find these ideas in video games, books, TV shows, movies, and more. Imagining oneself meeting a busty blond elf or a sexy demoness is only the natural progression of the fantasy genre. People like to be creative. The imagination is the most powerful and fascinating part of the human mind after all. A young man living in Costa Mesa, California is true evidence of this. Watching anime of whimsical fantasy adventures, or playing role-playing games with powerful magic and deadly bosses--he loves it all.

Mateus Reis, your run-of-the-mill nerdy boy hasn't had the most wonderful life. A life of being picked on hasn't defeated him, but it has pushed him to remaining mostly indoors to enjoy his personal hobbies. He's been living on his own for several months now, only really going outside to work a boring job. His hair is short and brown, and his father from Brazil gifted to him an almond complexion.

He doesn't remember much from the day everything changed. One moment, he was dressing in a dark plaid button-up shirt over a white graphic tee, black jeans, socks and shoes, and the next moment, nothing. There are only whispers of the past shrouded in darkness.

Now he awakens, dizzy and confused. It's the first moment his eyes cast upon the fantasy word of Absoterra, and all he sees is dirt, grass, rocks, trees, and his hands covered in blood. He looks down to see his shirt stained as well. When he tries to pull himself up, he feels sharp pains all throughout his body, and he doesn't have the energy to rise any further. Nothing around him looks familiar either. His heart races, and he begins to panic. It might be a lack of blood that's made him so weak, and if that's the case, his life is on the clock.

Shit... What happened? Did I go out hiking or something? No. I don't know why I'd do that. Didn't I just get a new game? I'd be home playing it. There's no way I'd end up so far from the city. Something is seriously wrong, and this doesn't feel like a dream. His eyes flutter closed, but he snaps them open. I can't pass out. I need to find my phone... It isn't here. I don't have anything on me. Does that mean I never left my house? I'd have my keys. Unless those were stolen I guess.

The next time he opens his eyes, there's a figure standing over him. He looks up. Slowly, his blurred vision begins to focus, and he sees that the person is in fact a young woman. She has long purple hair that flows down over her supple shoulders, and her skin is fair and flawless. She looks at him with bright blue eyes, and his own gaze trails down from there, widening with in surprise at the clothes she's wearing, and the sexiest figure he's ever seen in person. A white and gold collar wraps around her neck with a blue ribbon hanging just above her ample cleavage. Her breasts are huge, yet perky and firm, despite loosely being contained by a silken robe. It's white with lavender and gold trimming, and it's open quite low on the front. The garb rolls down her body to stop beneath her knees, where he can see a cute pair of white sandals.

She bends over to inspect him more closely, giving him a generous view of her down blouse. She wears a tiny blue brassiere. The poor thing is struggling to hold those melons together. At such a close proximity, he can't help but be intoxicated by her scent of tropical fruit--mainly pineapples and coconuts. Her face is so cute, and she stares into his eyes with such concern.

"You poor thing," she says. It's gentle yet distinguished. Her hand softly touches his cheek, while not seeming to care or notice his eyes are locked elsewhere. "Stay with me. I'll get help straight away, all right?"

"... What's happening?" he mutters.

She turns and calls out. "Grandfather! Please, come quickly!"

His eyes start to shut. "Where am I?"

"Stay with me." She turns his head up to gaze into his eyes. "You must hold on."

Though after that, everything goes black again.