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Bringing Life to Habits

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[RESET ACCOUNT?]

 

[YES]


“Zzz...” The black-haired mage continued to sleep on top of her steed, a large albino fox. A smaller orange fox played in front of her, occasionally prodding the dull training sword that the mage held in her drifting hand.

< Ah, she’s still asleep. Well, I did leave her at the inn at reset, after all. Hmm, let’s get everything sorted out first before waking her up. Just gotta unequip her training sword and put the foxes back into her inventory... >

Suddenly, her companions and weapon vanished with a poof. With the sudden decrease in elevation, the girl staggered a few steps before she took on a standing position and continued in her slumber.

< Hm. Weird. Well, this realm isn’t very complete after all. That’s what happens when a world’s based on a productivity website. I just hope that our adventure will continue further now that I’m trying to properly document our journey... >

On and on she slept, unperturbed by the distant tavern conversations.

< Okay, so I think I got everything set up, so... Wakey wakey! Up and at ‘em!>

A voice rang in the girl’s ear and she shook herself awake. She was confused. She had a faint recollection of a dream where she convinced her mother to join her party, only for her mother to quit and return home.

<Ah, yes, that. Well, just consider that as a sort of previous life that happened. Not anything you need to worry about this time.>

Was she hallucinating, or was that some sort of disembodied voice in her head? This certainly never happened before. Did someone slip some sort of drug in her food? Wait, what was the last thing she ate anyway? She couldn’t remember...

<I’m your Spirit.>

“Spirit?” She asked incredulously. But as she pondered, she felt a piece of knowledge creep into her mind: Spirits were otherworldly beings that guided the intricacies of Habitica. Those that were abandoned by Spirits would eventually cease to exist, one way or another.

How odd, she thought as she looked at her hands. They were the scrawny, unblemished hands of a newcomer, and yet she felt as if they beheld of prior experience. Perhaps distant memories of slain skeletons and zombies? But if they are, I certainly don’t remember any “Spirits” or whatever.

<I’ve transferred you to a different timeline. I was always watching you from afar, but mostly as a cheering bystander. This time, I’ll be taking a more active part in your growth, in hopes that you will grow stronger than your previous incarnations.>

The mage was rather skeptical, but she sensed great power from this Spirit. With the knowledge the Spirit implanted in her, she could see the benefits of this relationship. The Spirit would give her the strength and power she needed to overcome Habitica’s trials. In return, her triumphs and success would give the energy the Spirit needed to perform their otherworldly magic. 

She agreed. <Glad to hear you’re on board! This is kind of a rough start, to be honest, but that’s what happens when you try something new. I’m looking forward to seeing how this adventure will unfold!>