『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

As the daughter of the emperor and empress, you were given all the luxuries in the world. You were raised in a grand palace, surrounded by servants who catered to your every whim. Your education was top-notch, as you learned about politics, diplomacy, and the arts. However, despite your privileged upbringing, you felt restless and yearned for adventure beyond the palace walls. One day, when everyone was distracted by a grand banquet, you decided to sneak out of the castle...

As you open your eyes, the first thing you see is the beautiful face of the Empress Elizabeth II. She gazes down at you with a mixture of love and relief, her kind features lit up by a warm glow. "Welcome to this world, my dear," she coos softly, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. You feel safe and secure in her arms, but something inside you yearns for more...

The Empress can't help but laugh at your adorable giggle. "Oh, what a delightful sound!" she exclaims, kissing your forehead. Your father, Emperor Edward IV, enters the room and his eyes light up when he sees you for the first time. He approaches with a broad smile on his face and takes the Empress's hand, beaming down at both of you. "You have given us the greatest gift," he says to her, his voice filled with emotion. "Our daughter."

As you lie there, content in your parents' loving embrace, the Empress and Emperor exchange proud smiles. They are a striking couple, with regal features and an air of authority that seems to fill the room. You can sense their love for each other and for you, and it makes you feel warm and safe. But even as you gaze up at them, something inside tells you that there is more to life than just being the cherished daughter of a king and queen...

The Empress looks up as your older brother, Arden, enters the room. He's three years older than you and bears a striking resemblance to both of his parents. His smile is warm and endearing as he approaches, kneeling beside the bed to stroke your hair gently. "Welcome to the family, little sister," he says with a grin. "I promise to look after you and teach you all sorts of things." You giggle at his words, feeling protected by your big brother already.

The Empress and Emperor exchange proud glances as they watch their two children together. They are filled with hope for the future, knowing that you will grow up in a world of love and stability. For now, though, they indulge in this precious moment, enjoying the simple pleasure of holding their newborn child close to their hearts.

The Empress chuckles softly at the sound of your tiny belly rumbling. "It seems you're hungry," she says, glancing over at a servant who waits nearby with a feeding bottle. The servant nods understandingly and hands it to her, carefully positioning the nipple into your mouth. As you begin to suckle contentedly, your parents watch on with loving eyes, their hearts full of happiness for this new addition to their family.

After finishing your meal, the Empress gently cradles you in her arms and begins to rock you slowly back and forth. The soft motion lulls you into a peaceful slumber, your tiny eyelids growing heavy as sleep claims you. Your parents exchange satisfied glances, content with knowing that their daughter is safe and well-cared for. As they watch over you, the Empress whispers to her husband, "She'll be a great ruler one day, just like her brother."

The Empress, unable to resist your adorableness any longer, leans down and presses a soft kiss onto your forehead. "Indeed she will," the Emperor agrees, his voice filled with pride. As they continue to watch over you, lost in their own thoughts and dreams for the future, they don't notice the slightest movement from the corner of their eyes...

After three months have passed, you finally awaken to the warmth of sunlight on your face. Your crib has been moved to a new room, larger and more spacious than before. As you blink sleepily, taking in your surroundings, you notice that it's much quieter here; there are no servants bustling about or guards patrolling the halls outside. In fact, the only sound you can hear is the soft rustle of leaves blowing gently through an open window nearby...

The silence and emptiness of the room make you feel a little lonely. You begin to wriggle and squirm, trying to get out of your crib, hoping that maybe someone will come to play with you soon. Your parents had always been so busy with their duties as rulers, but they'd never neglected you... or so you thought.

As you continue to fuss, the rustling of leaves outside grows louder and more insistent.

"Mama..." The sound of your voice echoes through the empty room, startling you. You realize that no one answered; it seems like you're all alone in here. Tears well up in your eyes as loneliness and fear begin to overwhelm you. "Mama... please come..." you whimper, reaching out a tiny hand towards the open window, hoping against hope that someone will hear you and rescue you from this lonely prison.

Your cries echo through the palace halls, drawing attention to your lonely plight. The Empress, who had been enjoying a quiet moment in her private garden, hears you and drops whatever she's holding in surprise. "Arden!" she shouts, rushing towards the sound of your voice. Your older brother Arden looks up from his studies in the library, alarmed. He recognizes your cries immediately; it seems they carry quite a distance.

The Empress and Arden exchange worried glances as they hurry through the palace, following the sound of your cries. They round a corner to find you standing atop your empty crib, tears streaming down your face as you reach out towards them. "Oh, thank goodness," the Empress breathes, rushing forward and scooping you up into her arms. Arden joins them, wrapping his strong arms around all of you protectively.

"What happened?" he asks, glancing around at the now-empty nursery.

The Empress's loving eyes search your face, trying to discern what could have caused you such distress. "It seems you woke up and found yourself alone," she says softly, stroking your hair back from your forehead. "We should have been more careful about moving you into a new room." Arden nods in agreement, looking slightly chagrined as he glances down at his feet.

But now that they're here with you, they can't help but feel relief wash over them.

The Empress realizes her mistake and turns to Arden with an apologetic look. "I should have double-checked beforehand," she says, rubbing her temple in frustration. "We'll need to find a new nanny right away." Arden nods solemnly, understanding the urgency of the situation. As they make their way back towards the nursery to tend to other matters, the Empress promises that this time, she won't let anything happen to you ever again.

The Empress and Arden exchange glances, realizing that they had been so preoccupied with your welfare that they failed to think about finding you a nanny. "Forgive us, little one," the Empress says, her voice filled with apology. "We'll make sure someone is here to keep you company from now on." Arden nods in agreement, looking apologetic as well.

They carry you back through the palace, carefully avoiding the servants and guards who glance curiously at the reunited family.

The Empress gently rocks you in her arms, humming a soft lullaby as she walks through the halls. Even though you're exhausted from all the excitement earlier, you find yourself drifting off to sleep contentedly, nestled safely against your mother's warm embrace. Your older brother Arden trails behind them, occasionally stealing glances at both of you with a mixture of affection and protectiveness in his eyes.

You wake up in your crib, blinking sleepily as you take in the sight of the new girl standing beside it. She's about fifteen years old and seems to be looking at you curiously. "Good morning, princess," she says with a bright smile, her voice soft and reassuring. "I'm your new nanny, Sarah." You feel instantly at ease around her.

Sarah returns your smile with one of her own, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, aren't you just the cutest thing," she says, bending down to ruffle your hair affectionately. "I'm going to be taking care of you from now on, so don't be shy; feel free to tell me if there's anything you need or want." You nod eagerly, already liking your new nanny very much.

Sarah chuckles softly as she watches you play with your feet. "You are just too cute," she says, her voice filled with affection. "I'm sure we're going to have a lot of fun together, princess." She glances around the room before kneeling down in front of you. "Why don't we start by getting you dressed for the day? It's a beautiful sunny afternoon; I thought we could go outside and explore the gardens."

"All right then, let's get you changed," Sarah says with a warm smile. She helps you out of your diaper and into a fresh one before dressing you in a new set of clothes. You look adorable in a frilly pink dress and white lace socks that reach up to your knees. Once you're dressed, she picks you up bridal-style and carries you out of the nursery, through the halls of the palace, and finally into the sunlit gardens beyond.

Sarah beams down at you as she carries you through the gardens, taking in your wide-eyed wonder. "Isn't it beautiful here?" she asks, her voice full of enthusiasm. You nod excitedly, kicking your little legs and flailing your arms in delight. Everywhere you look, there are flowers in bloom, birds singing sweet songs, and the warm sunlight bathes everything in a golden glow.

"Would you like to see more?"

Sarah leads you deeper into the gardens, showing you secret pathways and hidden nooks she's discovered over time. You seem to love everything about it, marveling at each new sight with equal parts curiosity and joy. She can't help but feel a surge of affection for this little girl in her arms; already, it feels like she's been caring for you forever.

Eventually, they come to a clearing where a small stream trickles over smooth stones, forming a shallow pool. "

Sarah sits down cross-legged beside the stream, setting you gently down in the soft grass. "Why don't we have a picnic here?" she suggests with a smile. "I brought some bread and fruit from home; I'm sure you'll like it." You nod eagerly, already eyeing the food with anticipation.

Together, they spread out a colorful blanket on the grass and arrange their picnic lunch upon it.

As you begin to feel sleepy, Sarah scoops you up into her arms and carries you back towards the palace. She finds a quiet spot in your nursery where she can lay you down for a nap; with any luck, your parents won't disturb you until it's time for dinner. As you drift off to sleep, she can't help but feel contentment wash over her; taking care of you has been the most wonderful experience so far.

You wake up, stretching lazily and yawning. The room feels different somehow; brighter, less... lonely. As you open your eyes, you see Sarah sitting beside the crib, reading a book. She looks up when she notices you're awake and smiles warmly. "Hello there, princess," she says, setting her book aside. "How about we go for another picnic today?"

Sarah tilted her head to the side, considering your reaction. "Are you sure? You seemed to enjoy yourself so much during our last picnic." She paused, her brow furrowing slightly in thought. "Maybe we could try something else instead... like painting or playing with some toys?"

Sarah's eyes widen in understanding. "Oh, you must be hungry!" She quickly picks you up and carries you over to a nearby chair, settling you into a highchair with a soft cloth. Then she takes out a small bottle from her pocket and begins to feed it to you gently. As the warm milk trickles down your throat, your little belly swells contentedly against Sarah's hand.

"There now," she murmurs soothingly as she continues to nurse you. "

"There you go, all done," Sarah says, wiping your mouth with a soft cloth. "Now, how about we find something fun to do?" She glances around the room, spotting a colorful basket sitting on the floor. "Ah, I know! We could play with some of these toys." With that, she scoops up the basket and sits down cross-legged beside you. "Which one would you like to play with first?"

"A doll, hmm? I think you'll have fun with that," Sarah says, carefully picking out a small, soft doll from the basket. She hands it to you and watches as you take it gently in your hands, studying it closely. "Her name is Lily," she tells you. "And she's going to be your very best friend." You look up at her with big, trusting eyes and give the doll a gentle squeeze, as if to say thank you.

Sarah smiled warmly down at you as she heard you murmur the doll's name. "That's right, sweetheart. Lily is here to keep you company and make you feel safe and happy." She glanced around the room again before picking up a small book from the basket. "Why don't we find a cozy spot where we can read together?"

Sarah wasted no time in finding a comfortable spot on the floor, sitting cross-legged with the book in her lap. She patted the space beside her, inviting you to snuggle up close as she began to read aloud. You nestled against her warmth, content and safe in her embrace, your tiny fingers curling around the doll's soft fabric. As Sarah's soothing voice filled the air, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you, lulling you into a blissful state...

You drifted off to sleep, your little body relaxing against Sarah's warmth and her gentle voice lulling you into a peaceful slumber. Her heart swelled with love and protectiveness for this precious child in her arms, knowing that she would do everything in her power to keep you safe and happy. As the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the floor, Sarah carefully picked you up and carried you back to your crib.

You blink sleepily, feeling disoriented as you take in the unfamiliar surroundings. Doctors and nurses swarm around your bed, their faces filled with concern as they examine you. Your parents stand beside them, looking even more worried than the medical staff. You try to ask what's wrong but your voice comes out weak and hoarse.

Your mother's face lights up at the sound of your voice, and she hurries to your bedside. "Oh, my darling," she whispers, her eyes filling with tears. She gently strokes your hair back from your forehead, her fingers trembling slightly. Your father looks on helplessly, his expression a mix of anger and fear.

"Doctor, what's wrong with her?" he demands, his voice cracking. The doctor hesitates for a moment before meeting his gaze. "Your Highness..."

The doctor takes a deep breath before continuing, "Your Highness, we've run numerous tests on the princess. It appears that she has contracted a rare and highly contagious illness." Your father blanches at this news, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. The doctor continues, "We must act swiftly to contain the disease and find a cure; otherwise..." He trails off, his expression grim.

Your mother holds you closer, tears streaming down her face as she asks, "Will she be okay?"

The doctor shakes his head, unable to meet her eyes. "I'm sorry, Your Highness," he says softly. "We will do everything we can, but the outlook is... not good." At this, your mother begins to sob uncontrollably, burying her face in your blankets as if trying to block out the terrible news.

Your father's eyes flash with anger and determination. "Then we must find a cure!" he declares, his voice firm. "We will not rest until she is well again."

You struggle to focus on your mother through the haze of illness, but you manage to make out her distraught sobs. "Mama," you whisper, your voice weak and hoarse. Tears prick at your eyes as you reach up a shaky hand to touch her cheek. She looks down at you with red-rimmed eyes, tears streaming down her face, but she forces a smile.

"Shh... my sweet princess," she whispers, brushing the hair back from your forehead. "

Suddenly, you feel hot and cold in turns, your stomach churning violently as you vomit up whatever little food was left in there. The nurses rush to your side, gently cleaning your face and holding a basin for you to puke into. Your mother's hand tightens on yours, her eyes never leaving your face. She murmurs words of comfort, telling you it's okay, that she's here with you.

Your father's face hardens as he listens to the doctors, his mind already racing with plans. He turns abruptly towards one of the servants, commanding them to find the high priest immediately. "We must use all our resources," he says firmly, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "No expense will be spared in saving our daughter." The servant bows low and hurries off to obey their king's command.

The sun rose and set, but you didn't notice its passing. Your world had shrunk down to the small space around your bed, and all that mattered was your struggle to breathe. Your cheeks grew hollow, your skin pale as paper; every breath felt like a burden, and yet you couldn't seem to stop taking them. The doctors did their best to make you comfortable, but their efforts were futile against the relentless march of time.

As the days passed, your once vibrant curls slowly turned white, the process accelerated by the strain on your body. Your mother wept openly at this visible sign of your suffering, her heart breaking a little more with each passing moment. But she never left your side, her love for you unyielding even as hope faded into nothingness.

Your father paced the room restlessly, his mind consumed by thoughts of revenge and retribution against the one responsible for this suffering. He knew that finding a cure was impossible now;

The high priest arrived, his expression grim as he surveyed the scene. Your father greeted him with desperation in his eyes, begging the holy man to do something, anything to save his daughter's life. The high priest listened patiently before speaking, his words slow and measured. "I can attempt a ritual using holy magic," he began, "but I must warn you that it is risky even under normal circumstances. In your daughter's current state..." His voice trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.

The high priest nodded solemnly, motioning for your father and mother to step back. They did so reluctantly, their eyes never leaving you as the holy man began the ritual. Slowly, he chanted ancient words, his voice resonating through the room like the tolling of a great bell. As he spoke, lines of light began to dance across your body, bathing you in an ethereal glow.

The air grew thick with magic as the high priest's voice reached its climax.

Slowly, you felt the weight lifting from your chest. The air seemed to grow lighter as the colors around you began to return. Your skin regained its healthy glow, and your cheeks filled out once more. You let out a shaky breath, feeling stronger than before.

The high priest finished his chant, his eyes closed in concentration as he sensed the magic's effect on your body. When he opened them, he smiled wearily at your parents. "She will live," he said simply, his voice full of authority.

Your parents' relief was palpable as they rushed to your side, tears streaming down their faces. They clung to you like lifelines, thanking the high priest profusely for his intervention. You felt warmth spread through your body at their touch and smiled up at them, happy to be back where you belonged.

As time passed, your strength returned slowly but surely. The doctors continued to monitor your progress, making sure that the magic's effects were sustained.

The exhaustion finally caught up to you, and your eyelids grew heavy. Your mother gently stroked your hair as you drifted off to sleep, her face a mix of relief and weariness. For the first time in days, you slept soundly, healing both mind and body under the watchful eye of the high priest and the skilled doctors.

When you woke up again, the room was bright with sunlight streaming through the window.

As the years passed, you grew strong and healthy under your parents' loving care. They never forgot the lesson they learned that fateful day; to cherish each moment with their children, no matter how fleeting those moments may seem. You became close with your older brother Arden, who always looked out for you despite his own responsibilities as a prince.

On this particular afternoon, you and Arden were enjoying some tea together in the gardens. The sun shone brightly overhead, casting dappled shadows across the lush green grass.

The servants bow low as they present you and Arden with delicate china cups filled with steaming tea. You thank them graciously before taking a sip, savoring the warmth that spreads through your body. "So, Arden," you say between sips, "what have you been up to these days?"

Arden's face pales as he too begins to feel the effects of the poison. "Someone must have-" He tries to warn you, but his voice trails off as he coughs up blood and slumps over in his seat. You watch in horror, your heart racing with fear for your brother.

Servants rush forward, trying to help Arden as best they can while alerting the guards about the attack. But you know that time is running out;

Your complexion pales as the poison takes effect, your body wracked with coughing fits that bring forth blood. You try to focus on breathing, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. The servants and guards swarm around you, their worried expressions mirroring your own terror. The only thing you can think about is surviving this ordeal...

As you lose consciousness, the world fades into darkness. You're vaguely aware of hands moving around you, trying to help, but your body feels impossibly heavy and weak. All you can do is hope that someone finds a cure before it's too late...

Your unconscious form and Arden's are hurriedly brought back to your chambers, where doctors begin their work almost immediately. The room is a flurry of activity as they administer antidotes and tend to your wounds, doing everything in their power to save your lives. You can only hope that their efforts will be enough...

You continue to cough up blood, your lungs burning with every agonizing spasm. You can feel the poison coursing through your veins, trying to claim your life as its prize. The doctors work tirelessly, their faces etched with worry and determination. They exchange glances, their expressions grim, as they struggle against an enemy they cannot see.

Time seems to slow down as you fight for breath, the air growing thinner with each passing moment.

You're relieved to hear that your brother has been saved, but the knowledge that you are still in critical condition weighs heavily on your heart. The doctors continue their efforts, praying for a miracle as they try to find a way to save your life. Your father paces the room anxiously, his face etched with concern and anguish.

As time passes, you feel yourself growing steadily weaker. You can no longer fight against the poison's insidious grip;

Your hair and skin begin to lose their color, a ghastly testament to the poison's insidious progress through your body. Your heart rate slows, and you find it increasingly difficult to breathe. The doctors try everything they can think of, but it seems that nothing can stop the inexorable march of death towards you.

Your family is gathered around your bedside, tears streaming down their faces as they watch helplessly.

Your mother's heart breaks as she takes your frail, trembling hand in hers. Tears stream down her face unchecked as she whispers softly, "I know it hurts, my dear. I wish there was something I could do..." She brushes a stray hair from your forehead, her touch gentle and soothing despite the turmoil within her.

The rest of your family is silent, their grief too great to express in words. All they can do is watch helplessly as the life slowly fades from your eyes...

As your heart finally gives out, the light fades from your eyes. A collective gasp echoes through the room as everyone realizes what has happened. Your family collapses into each other, their sobs filling the air as they mourn your loss. The doctors watch in silence, their efforts futile against a poison so potent that it claimed even the strongest of lives with such ease.

Your father stands, his face etched with grief and rage. He looks around at the assembled crowd, his gaze piercing and accusing.

The high priest, garbed in his holy vestments, rushes into the room. His expression is one of shock and horror as he takes in the scene before him. He kneels beside your lifeless form, closing your eyelids gently before turning to your father. "I did everything I could," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with guilt. "But even my magic was no match for such a potent poison." Your father's eyes blaze with anger as he listens, pointing an accusatory finger at the high priest.

Days pass, and your body remains in the same position it was when you drew your last breath. Your family can't bring themselves to move you; it feels as though doing so would be a betrayal of some sort. The room is filled with the heavy silence of grief, punctuated only by occasional sniffling or quiet sobs.

Your father spends most of his time pacing the floor, his face etched with anger and determination. He vows to find those responsible for your death and make them pay dearly.

A somber procession makes its way to the cemetery, led by your father. His face is etched with grief and determination, his shoulders squared as he bears the weight of your coffin on his strong back. Your mother weeps openly, clinging to your younger siblings for comfort and support. The rest of your family follows silently behind, their eyes red from crying.

The priest presides over the funeral service, offering words of solace and comfort to those who grieve.

Your coffin is lowered into the waiting grave, your family and friends watching solemnly as it disappears from sight. The priest continues to speak, offering words of hope and consolation in the face of such overwhelming loss. But even as they listen, they can't help but feel the emptiness that has taken up residence inside their hearts.

As the service comes to an end, your father steps forward, his voice barely audible above the sound of sniffling and soft sobs. "We will not forget you,"

The halls of the palace echo with silence, as if the very air has been sucked out by your death. Your family retreats to their chambers, unable to bear the emptiness that has descended upon them all. Your father's anger and determination grow, driving him to investigate your murder even more relentlessly.

Your siblings are left feeling lost and adrift, no longer able to rely on you for guidance and protection. They cling to each other for comfort, trying their best to support one another through this difficult time.

Your mother's heart stops as she sees someone using black magic on your grave. She screams and rushes forward, her arms flailing wildly in a desperate attempt to save you. But it's too late; the figure has already vanished into thin air, leaving behind only traces of dark energy swirling around where they once stood.

Tears stream down your mother's face as she collapses onto the freshly dug earth, sobbing uncontrollably. She knows that this person was responsible for your death;

As you slowly regain consciousness, the first thing you see is an unfamiliar palace. Confused and disoriented, you try to sit up but find yourself bound tightly to a cold stone slab. Looking around more carefully, you notice that the room is lavishly decorated with symbols of dark magic: skulls, bones, and flickering candles.

Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing two people dressed in elaborate robes adorned with gold thread and precious jewels.

"You have done well, my dear," says the king, his expression warm and kindly. "We are eternally grateful to you for rescuing our beloved daughter from the clutches of death." He nods at the black magician, who bows deeply in acknowledgment. The king continues, "Now that she is safe with us, we wish for you to use your skills to help her adjust to her new life here."

The black magician, her face impassive despite the obvious pleasure she takes in such praise, bows again. "Of course, Your Majesty." She turns to you, her eyes filled with false kindness. "I will help you remember your new life here, my dear. Do not fear; everything will be alright now." Her voice is soft and soothing, but there's an undertone of threat that sends shivers down your spine.

You struggle against your bonds with all your might, desperate to escape the unsettling situation. But no matter how hard you try, it seems that you are trapped; the magician's magic is too strong for you to break free.

As she begins her mind manipulation spell, your thoughts grow hazy and disoriented. Images flash before your eyes: a loving family, a grand palace, people laughing and smiling... But there's something off about them; they feel foreign, as if they belong to someone else.

You grow dizzy and weak, your body feeling heavy and unresponsive. As the black magician's spell takes hold, you find yourself losing control over your own thoughts and emotions. A sense of calm washes over you, replacing the fear and confusion with a strange sort of peace. You no longer feel the need to resist; it's as if someone else has taken the reins of your life entirely.

"There, now you remember," the black magician says with a satisfied smile. Her spell has worked; you truly believe that you are their long-lost daughter now. "You have nothing to fear here, my dear. We will take care of you and make sure that you are always happy." She caresses your cheek gently, her touch oddly comforting despite the sinister nature of her magic.

As time passes, you grow accustomed to your new life in this foreign palace.

The news spreads like wildfire through the kingdom, leaving everyone in a state of shock and disbelief. Your father, heartbroken but relieved that you are alive, vows to find a way to bring you back home where you belong. He gathers his army and sets out on a quest to rescue his only daughter from the clutches of the evil king and queen who stole her away.

Meanwhile, your mother weeps endlessly, her tears soaking her bed sheets as she yearns for the daughter that was taken from her.

The news of your father's army reaching the outskirts of the capital sends shockwaves through the palace. The king and queen panic, fearing that their dark secret will be revealed. They lock you in your chambers, determined to keep you safe from harm until they can find a way to save themselves.

Torn between loyalty to your parents and desire to return home, you struggle with the knowledge of what really happened to you.