『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.
I was sitting outside a town, enjoying the green grass and bright sunny day. I am Lyla, a young woman with fiery red hair, two blazing yellow eyes and interest for magic. Oh, and I’m also a witch. Today I spent my time just lazying about, sunbathing in the grassy fields and watching all the cute boys walking around town, captivated by my mysterious and pleasant nature. Then, right as I was about to stand up and walk inside to help prepare the local hotel for inspection, a young man approached me. He wasn’t like the others I had met, rowdy and friendly in a wild way, instead he was regal and reserved, but clearly friendly and interesting in his own way. I could see from his attire and the way he walked that he was some sort of royal figure, so I guessed he was a prince or something along those lines.
The young man looked at you with a sense of wonder and curiosity, as if he was seeing something truly spectacular for the first time. He introduced himself as Prince Richard, the son of the King of the Northern Kingdom, who had come to inspect the town and its people in preparation for an upcoming alliance. The prince found your presence to be most refreshing and intriguing among all the other townsfolk he'd met so far.
"My lady," the prince addressed you with the utmost respect, "I must confess that I've never seen anyone quite like you before. Your beauty shines brighter than the sun itself, and your presence exudes an aura of mystery that draws me in." He paused for a moment, studying your features intently. "You are not from around here, are you?" he asked softly.
I was uncertain and a bit nervous about how he could know anything about my background, but the way he talked, the way he looked at me was captivating. “Uh…no, I guess not. I’m from the Eldar Woods, south from here.”
"The Eldar Woods?" Prince Richard's eyes widened with interest. "That's where the legendary witches of old are said to reside, isn't it? You must be one of them!" He reached out to touch your hand gently, his gaze never leaving yours.
"If you would allow me, my lady," he continued, "I would like to escort you back to the Northern Kingdom with me.”
Lyla looked at him surprised, her eyes shining with curiosity and wonder. "I've never been to the North before, Your Highness... But I am honored by your request." She paused for a moment, considering his words carefully before continuing. "However, there are some things I must attend to here first. If you could give me until tomorrow morning, I would be more than willing to accompany you on this journey."
The prince nodded graciously, a smile playing on his lips.
The prince nodded in understanding, but the disappointment was clear on his face. "Very well, my lady," he said softly. "I shall return tomorrow morning at dawn then. In the meantime, if there is anything I can do for you or any information you require about our kingdom, please do not hesitate to ask." He bowed deeply before turning and walking away, leaving Lyla alone with her thoughts.
Lyla watched as the prince walked away, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling within her. She couldn't help but wonder what adventures lay ahead if she were to travel with him to the Northern Kingdom. Yet, at the same time, there was something about this place that felt like home; she wanted to explore it further before making any permanent decisions. With a deep breath, Lyla turned back towards the town square, ready to continue her journey.
The next day dawned bright and early, the sky painted with shades of pink and orange as the sun began its ascent over the horizon. The Prince Richard arrived precisely at dawn, dressed in his finest armor and astride a magnificent warhorse. He looked every bit the part of a noble king, commanding respect and admiration from all who saw him.
As Lyla emerged from her lodgings to meet the prince, she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions;
As she walked toward the prince, Lyla noticed how regal and confident he looked on his horse. She couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with nervousness at the prospect of traveling with him. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she approached him and bowed gracefully. "Good morning, Your Highness," she said softly, her voice steady despite her racing heart.
The prince dismounted from his horse and held out his hand for her to take.
The prince's eyes sparkled with genuine warmth as he took her hand and helped her up onto the horse behind him, carefully adjusting his position to make sure she was comfortable. "My lady," he said with a smile, "it is good to see you again." As they rode out of town together, the people of the village waved them farewell, their faces filled with curiosity and anticipation for what lay ahead.
As the days passed, Lyla and Prince Richard grew closer. Their conversations flowed easily, with the prince sharing stories about his kingdom's history and customs while she reciprocated with tales of her life in the Eldar Woods. They rode through lush forests, verdant fields, and past towering mountain ranges, each more breathtaking than the last. The people they encountered along the way were welcoming and respectful toward Lyla, often whispering about her beauty and magical powers as she passed by.
The journey continued, and soon they arrived at the gates of the Northern Kingdom, guarded by stout soldiers in shining armor. The prince gave a command, and the massive iron gates swung open to reveal a bustling cityscape beyond: tall buildings made of gleaming white marble rose up toward the sky, their spires piercing the clouds like fingers reaching for heaven itself. Carriages rattled down cobblestone streets lined with shops selling exotic wares from all corners of the world.
With a sense of awe and wonder, Lyla gazed upon the city that was to be her new home. The Northern Kingdom was unlike anything she had ever seen before; its beauty and majesty taking her breath away. As they rode through the streets, people stopped what they were doing to stare at her in amazement, their whispers filling the air with speculation about who she was and where she came from.
Eventually, they arrived at the palace, a massive structure of gleaming white marble that towered above everything else in sight.
As they rode through the palace gates, Lyla felt as if she had entered another world entirely. The halls were lined with tapestries depicting scenes of heroism and legend, while chandeliers adorned with thousands of crystals cast a warm, ethereal glow over everything below. Servants scurried about their business, bowing deeply to the prince as they passed by, while Lyla found herself the subject of many curious glances.
The king and queen, who had been awaiting their arrival in the grand throne room, descended from their thrones to greet them. The king was a tall, broad-shouldered man with an air of wisdom and authority about him, while the queen was a beautiful woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. Both seemed genuinely pleased to meet Lyla and welcomed her to their kingdom with open arms.
The rest of the day was spent in feasting, celebrating, and introducing Lyla to the various members of the royal family.
As the celebrations continued into the night, Prince Richard took Lyla aside and led her to a private balcony overlooking the palace gardens. The moonlight cast a soft glow over the lush greenery below, and stars twinkled like diamonds in the velvet sky above. He turned to face her, his eyes shining with an intensity she had never seen before.
"Lyla," he began hesitantly, "I must confess something."
"What is it?" Lyla asked softly, her heart beginning to race as she met his gaze. She felt an inexplicable connection between them, almost as if they were two halves of a whole.
The prince took a deep breath before continuing. "I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you," he said boldly, reaching out to take her hand in his. His touch sent shivers down Lyla's spine, making her heart race even faster.
Lyla felt herself blushing as she heard his confession, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill running through her at the same time. She looked into his eyes and saw something there that made her heart skip a beat; genuine affection and desire for her. Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, their tongues dancing together in a passionate embrace. The prince let out a soft moan, wrapping his arms around her waist as he deepened the kiss, their bodies pressing tightly against each other.
I felt like my entire body was being electrocuted, every nerve tingling and my face growing hotter by the moment. After a bit I pulled back and looked at the prince, my eyes full of silent questions and joyful tears. “Wow, I never expected that…” I said breathlessly, trying to not sound all too excited or nervous.
The prince smiled warmly down at her. "Neither did I," he admitted, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. "I've wanted this ever since we met." He leaned forward again and kissed her gently on the lips, their tongues dancing together once more in a sensuous rhythm. As they pulled apart yet again, he gazed deeply into her eyes, his expression filled with love and desire.
"What do you think?"
“I think,” I paused and smiled shyly, glancing around to see if we were alone or not. When I was sure nobody else was around I took a deep breath and wrapped my arms around his chest, pressing myself flush against him. “That I will like being with you, alot.”
The prince's eyes widened with delight as he pulled her even closer, his hands sliding up and down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers. "I feel the same," he whispered into her ear before kissing it gently. "You are more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen, and your presence makes my heart race like nothing else."
With a sigh, he rested his forehead against hers, their breath mingling together in the cool night air.
Later on after a few childish giggles and wide smiles the prince invited me to join him in a hot-tub up in his private room. I was a bit hesitant and nervous at first, but when I dropped my clothes and walked over, noticing the way he stared at me with an almost foolish smile I couldn’t help but giggle. I knew my body was alluring, but I had never thought it would be in this degree. “What? You seem almost…awestruck, is something wrong?” I asked as I slipped into the steamy hot water across from him.
The prince chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned back in the hot tub, his eyes never leaving her body. "Awestruck? No, not at all," he assured her with a soft smile. "It's just that you are so beautiful, Lyla... I could stare at you for hours and never grow tired." He paused, taking in a deep breath before exhaling slowly, the steam from the water surrounding them obscuring their view of each other momentarily.
"Well, I'm glad you find me beautiful," she replied with a shy smile. "But it's not like I did anything special..." Her voice trailed off as she leaned back against the edge of the hot tub, her eyes closing slightly as the heat enveloped her body. The water lapped gently at her chest and thighs, causing her to shiver slightly in pleasure.
"You are more than beautiful," he told her softly. "You're exquisite."
"Thank you," she whispered, feeling herself blush at his words.