Felix

"So, suppose you get to another world... What would you do there?"

Well, I suppose I finally have an answer to that question.

I'm Felix, by the way.

After dying, I was reborn in this place called Fantasy World as a red haired catboy. Like my brother just told you in the previous chapter, my brain wasn't able to handle the memories at such a young age, and I forgot a huge chuck of who I was before.

I have no idea who my birth parents were. I grew up with a eurasian girl named Amaya Smith, a catgirl named Phoenix Storm and another girl named Skye Hickam, as well as Skye's dad.

We lived in the Robinson Treehouse in the Adventure District. Fantasy World is divided into several districts. The Adventure District looked like a jungle, containing various animals from Africa, Asia, South America and the Caribbean.

Many times, demons would appear in Fantasy World, so I had to learn how to defend myself. Fortunately, Amaya was a trained police officer and Phoenix was a trained soldier in their previous lives before the demons destroyed their worlds. They both taught me and Skye how to fight. With the amount of money we make from fighting demons, I have been able to live comfortably.

At this point, I'm eighteen years old and off training in the Adventure District, fighting demons. It contains a restaurant owned by a warthog and a meerkat, and an abandoned pirate ship that apparently used to belong to Captain Hook.

I got to a part of the district that resembled a Middle Eastern city.

"They'll come at you outta nowhere."

The familiar voice had come from somewhere on my left. I turned sharply towards it, searching for the speaker.

A woman stepped out from behind the corner of one of the buildings. She was 173 centimetres tall, had long unruly brown hair, was clad almost completely in black and bore a distinctive scar, which ran diatonically across the bridge of her nose.

She gazed sternly in my direction. It was then that the woman pulled out a lightsaber and pointed it forward towards me.

Well, she calls it a lightblade, but... If it walks like a lightsaber, talks like a lightsaber...

I clutched my lightsaber tight in my grip. I charged. As I came within reach, she slipped to the side, dodging the charge. The woman would swiftly and effortlessly dodge all of my attacks, regardless of whether the weapon came from above or below. I was becoming furious. I couldn't even touch her.

I began to **** her backwards, pushing over to a set of nearby steps. She was hardly fazed by the change at all.

She merely walked backwards down the steps, her eyes never tearing away from my weapon, still dodging and blocking my attacks. I gripped my lightsaber and swung if vertically in the air, charging forward. She slid out of the way, and I stumbled down the set of steps. She walked down there steps slowly.

My lightsaber had ended up several feet from me.

The woman approached me, readying her own lightsaber.

Suddenly, the Chainsaword appeared in my hand. It was the very same weapon that appeared before me eighteen years ago.

"The Chainsaword really chose you?" she asked, "But why? Why would it chose you?"

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" I snapped, somewhat annoyed.

I leapt to my feet and sprang forward. She swung her lightsaber at me. Her eyes widened slightly when I parried it with my Chainsaword. My attacks became slightly stronger, and they were coming faster. She as able to block them but they were more frequent and more powerful.

But then my vision started to blur, and the world began to tumble into darkness. I was vaguely aware of my own collapse to the ground, but I never heard the final thud.