『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 elf maiden approaches you, she offers a friendly smile and nods gently in greeting. "Greetings there, stranger! You seem... different." Her eyes flicker over your features, taking in every detail that seems foreign to her. "What is it that brings you here?"

She pauses for a moment, studying your reaction carefully. It's clear she's not accustomed to interacting with someone of your appearance.

You look around, still in shock at your own appearance, before mustering the courage to speak. "I don't know... I just woke up here." You pause, trying to remember more of what happened before finding yourself on this hill. "I think my name is..." You trail off, suddenly realizing you can no longer remember your own name.

The elf maiden looks surprised by this admission but remains sympathetic. "Well, stranger, I am called Lilyella. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"My name is... I think it's Caz?" you say, your voice quiet and uncertain as you try the name out on your strange new lips. Lilyella nods encouragingly. "It's nice to meet you, Caz. Perhaps we can help each other figure out what brought us here."

Caz looks at Lilyella, then back at the hill he woke up on. "I don't know if you can help me... but maybe we can find answers together?" Slowly, a small smile creeps onto his face. "What do you suggest we do first?"

The elf maiden smiled sweetly at you, her voice light and airy as she explained, "Oh! I am simply trying to understand what it is that makes you so... different. Your skin feels strange under my touch, and your features look unlike anything I've seen before." She paused for a moment, considering her words carefully. "You see, Caz, there are many races of beings in this world: humans, elves, dwarves... even half-breeds like myself,"

The elf maiden continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone as she explained the world to you. "But there are also Magic Beasts; beings that were once animals but gained the ability to use magic over time. They can take on human or humanoid forms, like yours." She paused again, studying your reaction carefully. "Do you remember anything about yourself before waking up here?"

Her words sent a shiver down Caz's spine. Magic Beast...

Caz thought hard about what Lilyella had said, trying to recall anything that might be important. "I... I remember being in a dark place, cold and damp..." His voice trailed off as he struggled to piece together the fragments of his memories. "And then there was this light, so bright it hurt my eyes... but when it faded, I found myself here."

Lilyella nodded solemnly. "It sounds like you may have been born recently, Caz. But maybe not in the ordinary way.”

"Perhaps you were born through magic, then? Or perhaps you are the result of some dark experiment... Whatever the case may be, we should seek answers together." Lilyella looks at Caz with determination in her eyes. "I know someone who might be able to help us understand your situation better. His name is Ralvak; he's a wise and powerful elven mage living deep within the forest. If anyone can shed light on your mysterious past, it's him."

"Well then, Caz," Lilyella says with newfound confidence, "let's go find this Ralvak and get some answers." She extends a slender hand towards you, her expression expectant. "Shall we?"

Taken aback by the elf maiden's trust and kindness, Caz hesitates for a moment before finally taking her hand. "Yes," he says softly, his voice still shaking with disbelief. "Let's go find this Ralvak." Together, they begin their journey through the forest, headed towards the heart of the elven kingdom and the wise mage who may hold the key to Caz's past.

As they walk deeper into the forest, Lilyella fills Caz in on some basic information about her people and their ways. "Elves are a long-lived race," she explains, "with an innate connection to nature and magic. Our kingdom is ruled by a High Priestess who governs both our spiritual and political affairs." She pauses for a moment, studying Caz's expression before adding with a hint of mischief, "Of course, there are always those who wish to challenge her rule... But that's another story for another time."

Caz listened intently, his eyes wide with wonder at the elves' ways and culture. As they walked further into the forest, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of life awaited him among these people - whether he would be accepted as one of them or condemned for being a Magic Beast. Despite his doubts, Lilyella's companionship gave him hope that maybe there was still a place for someone like him in this world.

As the sun begins to dip below the treetops, casting long shadows across their path, Lilyella and Caz come upon a small clearing. In its center stands an ancient tree, its branches twisted and gnarled like the limbs of some terrible beast. Atop the tree sits a platform made from weathered wood, adorned with colorful fabrics and trinkets that glint in the fading light.

"We're here," Lilyella whispers reverently, leading Caz to the base of the tree.

The ancient tree seemed almost alive as it towered over them, its roots reaching out in all directions like grasping hands. The platform atop it was a testament to the respect and reverence that elves held for nature and those who wielded magic. Caz could feel a strange energy emanating from the place; it was both calming and eerie at the same time, as if he were standing on the edge of a great mystery.

Lilyella takes a deep breath, clearing her thoughts as she focuses on the ancient tree before them. She raises her voice in song, her ethereal tones carrying through the forest and echoing back to them. The melody is hauntingly beautiful, filled with longing and wonder, as if yearning for answers that only Ralvak might provide. As she sings, a soft glow begins to emanate from her fingertips, dancing like fireflies around her hands.

As the last note fades into silence, Lilyella closes her eyes and bows her head, waiting for a sign. After what seems like an eternity, they hear a rustling in the leaves overhead, and then the unmistakable sound of flapping wings. An enormous bird descends from the treetops, its white feathers glistening in the dim light as it lands gracefully on the platform.

The enormous bird, revealed to be an elven wyvern, turns its head slowly towards Lilyella and Caz. Its eyes are a piercing shade of gold that seem to see straight through them, assessing their worthiness before speaking. "Greetings, child of the forest," it says in a deep, rumbling voice, addressing Lilyella with respect. "You have come seeking knowledge and aid." It then turns its gaze towards Caz, studying him intently. "And who is this stranger that you bring?"

Lilyella introduces Caz to the elven wyvern, explaining their situation and the mysteries surrounding his origins. The wyvern listens intently, its eyes narrowing as it ponders over Caz's words. Finally, it speaks: "Very interesting indeed. If you would both climb up onto the platform, I will take you to meet Ralvak."

Climbing up onto the platform, Lilyella offers her hand to Caz once more, helping him up beside her. The elven wyvern lets out a soft chuckle at their trust in each other before spreading its wings wide and taking flight, carrying them through the forest canopy at an astonishing speed. As they soar above the treetops, Caz catches glimpses of the elven kingdom below, basking in the golden light of the setting sun.

Caz marvels at the sight, his heart racing with equal parts fear and excitement. He looks to Lilyella for reassurance, but she seems lost in thought herself. Perhaps she's thinking about her own journey here, or perhaps she's simply anticipating what Ralvak will have to say about Caz. Either way, their fates seem intertwined now, and only time will tell how things will unfold.

"I just hope we can find some answers soon," Lilyella whispers to herself, her eyes still fixed on the rapidly approaching kingdom below. "For both of our sakes." She glances at Caz, offering him a reassuring smile before turning back to watch the scenery unfold beneath them.

Caz nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the elven wyvern's powerful wings as it effortlessly carried them through the air. "I hope so too... but I'm sure we'll find out soon enough." His voice was soft, yet full of determination. He didn't know what awaited him in this world or with Ralvak, but he knew that he would face whatever challenges came his way head-on.

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the land, the elven wyvern lands gracefully on a flat roof atop one of the tallest towers in the elven city. The sight that greets them is nothing short of breathtaking: brilliant golden domes and spires jutting towards the sky, banners and pennants snapping in the evening breeze, lush gardens and fountains tucked away in hidden courtyards...

It's a world of beauty and magic that Caz has never known existed. He stands beside Lilyella as they take in the view, their hearts racing with equal parts wonder and anticipation. They follow the elven wyvern as it leaps from rooftop to rooftop, weaving through the maze-like city until they finally reach a tower near the center of it all.

A soft glow emanates from within, illuminating the stone steps that spiral upwards towards its entrance. The elven wyvern lands with a graceful flap of its wings and bows its head respectfully before Ralvak's door. "I have brought the one you requested," it says solemnly.

The ancient mage, his long white beard flowing down past his waist, eyes Caz up and down carefully. His gaze is intense yet gentle, as if he's trying to see into the very soul of the Magic Beast before him. "Come inside," he finally says, stepping aside to allow them entry.

Inside, the tower room is cozy and warm, lit by a soft glow from candles and braziers set around its perimeter. Ralvak gestures for them to sit on comfortable-looking cushions arranged in front of his large wooden desk. The ancient mage takes a seat behind the desk, folding his hands before him as he studies Caz once more.

"So," Ralvak begins, his voice gentle and soothing despite the weight of his words, "Lilyella has told me of your plight, Caz... of how you woke up with no memories in a strange land, surrounded by creatures unlike any you had ever seen." He pauses for a moment, looking deep into Caz's eyes. "I can sense that there is more to your story than meets the eye... More magic at work here."

Caz nodded slowly, his heart racing as he tried to remember anything from his past life. He glanced over at Lilyella, who offered him a reassuring smile and a small squeeze of her hand. "I... I don't know what happened," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "All I know is that I woke up with these..." He gestured to his body, feeling self-conscious about his strange appearance.

Ralvak raised an eyebrow in interest as he studied Caz's features once more. "Hmm... yes," the ancient mage mused, deep in thought. "Your body is certainly unique... but your spirit, your essence... there is something else at work here." He paused, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again and looking directly into Caz's soul.

Caz felt a strange sensation wash over him as Ralvak's gaze bore through him. It was like being held underwater, struggling to breathe... but at the same time, there was a sense of peace and calm. He forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ralvak opened his mouth once more, his voice soft but commanding. "Caz... you are no ordinary Magic Beast. There is something else at play here... Something ancient and powerful." He leaned forward, his eyes burning with intensity. "I can help you, Caz... but first, I must ask you a question: Are you prepared to face the truth of who - or what - you truly are?"

Caz felt a chill run down his spine as Ralvak's words echoed through the room. He glanced over at Lilyella, who nodded encouragingly, her expression serious but determined. Taking a deep breath, Caz steeled himself and looked directly into Ralvak's ancient eyes. "I... I want to know," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "Tell me the truth."

The ancient mage smiled gently, his expression softening as he leaned back in his chair. "Very well, Caz... Very well," he said, lacing his fingers together and steepling them beneath his chin. "Long ago, before the world was shaped by magic and monsters... there were creatures called Eidolons." He paused for a moment, closing his eyes as if remembering something far away and long forgotten.

Caz's breath caught in his throat as Ralvak continued. "The Eidolons were beings of pure magic... creatures born from the very essence of the world itself. They were shape-shifters, capable of taking on any form they desired... and they were immortal, living for countless aeons." He opened his eyes and looked directly at Caz once more, his gaze intense but somehow comforting. "You, Caz... you are the reincarnation of an Eidolon."

Caz felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. His heart raced, his thoughts spinning wildly as he tried to process what Ralvak had just said. "But... that means..." He trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

The ancient mage nodded knowingly. "Yes, Caz... it means that you have the power of an Eidolon within you... the ability to shape-shift, control magic, and live for eternity." He smiled warmly. "But with great power comes great responsibility. As an Eidolon reborn into this world, you will face challenges beyond your wildest dreams... but if you embrace who you truly are, Caz, then you may find that you can make a difference in this world."

Ralvak chuckled gently, his expression thoughtful. "Unfortunately, Caz, the path of an Eidolon is not one that can be walked casually or carelessly. You will always draw attention... both good and bad." He paused for a moment, looking deep into Caz's eyes. "But you are free to choose your own destiny, young Eidolon. You can live however you wish... so long as you understand the consequences of your actions."

As the night fell over the elven city, its spires and domes lit up like stars against the velvet sky, Caz couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement bubbling up inside him. He glanced over at Lilyella, her slender form moving gracefully beside him as they walked through the twisting streets and bustling marketplaces. The way she held his hand made him realize that he wasn't alone anymore... not since she had found him in the forest all those days ago.

"So," Lilyella began softly, her voice blending into the gentle hum of conversation and laughter around them, "what do you think you'll do now?" Her expression was hopeful, but there was also a hint of sadness in her eyes... as if she knew that whatever decision he made would change things between them.

Lilyella smiled warmly at him, her eyes soft and gentle. "Thank you, Caz... that means a lot to me." She paused for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just hope... I just hope we can still be friends... no matter what you decide to do."

Lilyella smiled weakly in response, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustling of leaves and creaking wood beams beneath them. She glanced up at the starry sky for a moment before looking back down at her feet, feeling a weight settle heavily in her chest.

The night stretched on, and still they sat there together, neither one of them speaking.

It was well past midnight when Lilyella finally gathered the courage to speak again. "Caz... there's something else I should probably tell you." Her voice was hesitant, almost afraid of what his reaction might be. "Something that might change things between us..."

"What is it?" he asked quietly, already sensing where this conversation might be going. He glanced over at Lilyella, her profile etched in the moonlight like a delicate sculpture. She looked so fragile sitting there next to him... yet somehow stronger than anyone he had ever known.