『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.

"What power are we talking about here? And who's this ancient monster you spoke of?" The man, named Gorn asks with a hint of suspicion in his voice. His posture is defensive and ready to spring into action at any moment. Another member of your former guild, Zed, steps forward, glancing between you and Gorn before speaking up.

"It's best not to say too much here. We should focus on convincing him to return with us."

The group falls silent, exchanging worried glances as they process this new information. Gorn finally speaks up, his voice low and intense. "Are you sure about this? The World Serpent... It's been said that whoever inherited its power would bring ruin upon the world!"

Zed steps forward once more, putting a reassuring hand on Gorn's shoulder. "I trust Fisk. He wouldn't be here if he didn't think it was important."

As Alice finishes her statement, the group seems to reach a consensus. They nod in agreement, their expressions softening as they look at the plan at hand: Finding and bring back Natdan.

Though Gorn is still at the fence on bringing you back, the majority said so. With that, the group then plan on where and when Natdan will strike and that they will take the chance to bring them back to their side

Rose's statement sparks new discussions among the group members. Some remember that village, not far from where they were now, while others had never heard of it before. The arguments begin to ensue as to whether or not Natdan would really go back there, with some believing he wouldn't be stupid enough and others thinking it was entirely possible given his history with the place. Eventually, Alice steps in once more to bring order to the chaos.

"We should consider all possibilities."

The Guild then disperses to take on the dragon and as well as evacuating everyone to safety

Meanwhile standing atop the Bell Tower the tallest of the Kingdom's buildings is Natdan all ragged and torn, with his right hand glowing green emanating the energy and power of the World Serpent

You stand your ground, ready to face whatever comes next. The large wyvern soars through the sky, its massive wings creating powerful gusts of wind that knock you off your feet momentarily.

As it lands nearby, revealing a vicious set of talons and razor-sharp teeth, you realize that you're in serious trouble. You can attempt to attack or defend yourself against the wyvern, or try to run away and seek shelter elsewhere.

Nat then watches from afar his old Guild attempt to take out the Dragon, whilst Alice, Zed, and Gorn hold off the Dragon with all they have. Its kind of futile with its hard scaly skin

At the side, Natdan then also see Rose and other support members of the Guild helping evacuating the civilians in the Kingdom

The arrow sails through the air, faster than any mortal eye could track. Its razor-sharp tip gleams in the sunlight as it speeds toward the wyvern's skull with unerring precision. The dragon roars in pain and anger, flailing its huge wings wildly as the arrow pierces through its hide and lodges deep within its brain.

There is a final convulsion, and then the mighty creature falls limp to the ground, dead.

Natdan, now realizing that he can no longer hide in plain sight, decides to make his move. With agility honed over years of hunting and training, he swiftly darts through the crowd of guild members, weaving between their startled faces and outstretched arms.

He ducks into an alleyway, hoping to lose them in the maze-like network of alleys that run throughout the city.

The footsteps grow louder, and soon Princess Emily comes into view, walking leisurely through the garden with her head bowed, seemingly lost in thought. She pauses beneath the tree where you're hiding, her gaze drifting upwards as she absently plucks at a loose thread on her dress. The wind rustles through the leaves above her, obscuring any sound you might make from falling.

You could wait for her to leave, or reveal yourself now and see what she has to say.

Emily chuckles lightly, shaking her head. "Oh come now, I didn't mean that as an insult. It's just... surprising, seeing you here like this." She takes a step closer to you, studying your face intently. "I always knew you were special, Natdan. But..." Her voice trails off, and she looks away for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

"I want to help you," she says simply. "If there's anything I can do...

Emily frowns, her expression concerned. "Natdan... you can't just think like that. You have so much potential, and I believe in you." She takes another step closer, reaching out to touch your arm reassuringly. "You don't have to face this alone. I want to help you find a way through all of this."

Her touch feels warm and comforting against your skin, but it only serves to make you feel more unsettled. You can push her hand away or let her continue to try and offer support.

Emily blushes deeply at your unexpected gesture, her eyes widening in surprise before slowly closing as she leans into the touch. For a moment, she stands there silently, absorbing the contact and the closeness between you two. When you finally pull away, she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Her expression softens as she looks up at you. "Thank you for that," she whispers. "I'll be here if you ever need me."

Emily watches as you disappear into the garden once more, her heart racing in her chest. She doesn't know what exactly just happened between the two of you, but she can't deny that it felt...good. As she stands there, gazing after you, a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

With one last glance around to make sure no one is watching, she cups her free hand over the tiny flower that has bloomed where your lips touched hers.

Emily nods solemnly, her expression turning serious as she takes one last look around the garden before following after them. "I hope you find him," she whispers under her breath. "And when you do... please make sure he knows that I'm here for him."

Alice hesitates, her heart racing as she glances around the room before finally shutting the door and locking it. She takes a deep breath to calm herself down before turning back to face you. "Alright... what do you want to talk about?" Her voice is steady, but there's an undercurrent of fear and uncertainty that belies her attempt at bravado.

Alice's expression darkens as you speak, her eyes narrowing in anger and determination. "You may think that way now," she says through gritted teeth, "but I refuse to give up on you, Natdan! Even if it means putting my life on the line, I will find a way to help you!"

Her words hang heavy in the air between them, and for a moment neither of them says anything further.

Alice is stunned, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to process what just happened. Her eyes dart around the room, searching frantically for some sign of him... but there's nothing. He's gone again, just like that.

With a shaky hand, she reaches up to wipe away a tear that has escaped her eye. "I won't give up on you," she whispers to the empty space where he once sat. "No matter what it takes."

Emily watches the events unfold, her heart heavy with worry and confusion. She can't help but feel responsible in some way; if she hadn't given him that option to refuse her help... perhaps he wouldn't have left like this. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she takes a step back, disappearing into the night.

"I need to find him," she whispers to herself. "And I need to make things right."

Emily shakes her head, wiping away the tears that have spilled down her cheeks. "No, I can't rest until I find him," she insists, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to make sure he's alright." She looks up at her brother and prince with determination shining in her eyes.

Xavier sighs, knowing that arguing further would be fruitless. "Very well," he says eventually. "But you must promise me that you will not put yourself in danger."

"I... I can't promise that," Emily whispers, her voice hoarse from crying. "He means too much to me... and I won't just sit back and let him face this alone." She buries her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably as guilt and fear consume her.

Xavier sighs, his expression pained. He knows that there is little he can do to stop Emily from doing what she feels she must.

Emily nods, sniffling as she wipes away the last of her tears. "Thank you... Brother," she manages to choke out before allowing herself to be led back to bed by her brother and the prince. As they tuck her in, Xavier glances over at his sister with a worried expression, while Prince Xavier simply sighs, not knowing what else they can do.

He knows that Emily won't rest until she finds Natdan... but they also fear for her safety.

The World Serpent looks at you thoughtfully, its massive, scaled body coiled around the pocket dimension. "While it's true that dragons aren't usually connected to cults, there are always exceptions. The Cult could be using the dragon as a distraction while they focus on other matters." It pauses for a moment before continuing. "As for finding them... I sense their presence growing stronger. They're likely preparing for something big. Keep your guard up and be vigilant, Natdan."

The World Serpent's eyes narrow as it studies you carefully. "You are aware that the Cult you're dealing with worships an entity known as 'The Void', yes?" It pauses again, clearly waiting for your response before continuing.

"This particular cult is led by a powerful mage who goes by the name of 'Voidwalker'. They believe that the only way to appease The Void is to destroy all life and existence as we know it." The serpent's scales ripple ominously as it finishes its explanation.

The World Serpent's massive head tilts to the side, considering your question carefully. "As I understand it," it begins, "Voidwalker believes that he can use my power to achieve his goal of ending all life and creation. He seeks to absorb my essence into himself, hoping that the union will grant him unimaginable power." The serpent pauses for a moment before continuing, its voice growing cold. "He is deluded, Natdan.

The World Serpent seems to sense your determination and nods in approval. "You have my gratitude, Natdan. The fate of not just this world, but all existence hangs in the balance. Stay strong and true to yourself, and may the gods guide your steps." With that, the serpent vanishes back into the pocket dimension from which it came.

Now alone once more, you can choose where to go next or what to do.

"They're getting closer," Emily whispers to herself as she creeps through the shadows outside the abandoned building. "I have to find him." She pauses, listening intently for any sound that might indicate his presence within. Her heart races as fear and determination war with each other, but she knows that she can't give up now.

Emily's eyes widen in shock as she hears the sound coming from the window. She glances over at Erika, who silently nods her understanding. Together, they prepare for whatever might be about to come through that window. Emily takes a deep breath and readies herself, gripping her dagger tightly.

As the figure slowly climbs through the window, she tenses, bracing herself for battle. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she finally catches sight of who it is...

Emily lets out a relieved sigh, her shoulders slumping as she sees that it's Nat after all. "Nat!" she cries, rushing towards the window to catch him. Her guards and Erika follow close behind, but they know better than to interfere with whatever is going on between the two of them.

As Emily reaches out for him, her hand brushes against his arm gently before he manages to steady himself and pull away from her grasp. "Don't..."

Emily's heart breaks as she watches him disappear over the edge of the building. Tears stream down her face unchecked, and she can barely choke out a single word through her sobs. "Nat... please..." Her voice trails off, but she knows that he can't hear her anymore.

Her guards and Erika silently gather around her, not daring to interrupt or intrude on this private moment.

Gorn chuckles, shaking his head as he folds his arms across his broad chest. "You're in quite the hurry, aren't you?" he asks with a grin. "Or maybe you're just trying to avoid someone?" He pauses for a moment before continuing, more seriously this time. "I need to talk to you, Nat."

His words are quiet but firm, and it's clear that he isn't going to back down easily.

Gorn laughs, shaking his head again. "You know me too well," he says with a grin before sobering up once more. "Look, I just want to help you. We all do." He gestures behind him, where Zed stands silently. "Even that one there. So how about we talk this out?"

His expression is sincere, but there's still a hint of steel in his eyes, and it's clear that he means business.

"Fine, be that way," Gorn huffs, crossing his arms again and glancing at Zed before looking back to you. "But just know this: if you don't let us help you, we can't promise your safety." There's an unspoken threat in those words, but it's also clear that he doesn't want things to escalate any further than they already have.

Zed remains silent, his expression stoic as he watches the exchange between the three of you.

Gorn grunts in annoyance as you manage to slip past him, darting off into the night once more. "Damn it," he mutters under his breath, glancing over at Zed before taking off after you himself. "You owe me one for this," he calls out, but there's no reply except the distant sound of footsteps fading away into the darkness.

Zed shrugs, unphased by Gorn's anger as he watches his friend disappear into the night. "

Nat curses under his breath as he comes to a halt in front of the imposing wall of ice. He glances around, spotting Aeris standing nearby with a satisfied smirk on her face. "You shouldn't have done that," he growls at her, feeling his temper beginning to flare.

She tilts her head, looking at him curiously. "Why not? I was just trying to help." Her voice is soft and innocent, but there's an edge of determination beneath it as well.

Nat glares at the ice walls before turning his attention to Alice, Gorn, and Zed. "You're making a mistake," he growls through gritted teeth. "Let me go and I won't cause any more trouble." His words are laced with tension and anger, but there's also an undertone of desperation that none of them misses.

Alice shakes her head sadly, stepping forward despite Gorn's protests. "I can't let you go, Nat," she says quietly.

Gorn's eyes widen as he recognizes the aura surrounding Nat, while Alice and Zed exchange uncertain glances. The air around them grows tense as they prepare for the oncoming attack. "Nat, please," Alice whispers. "You don't have to do this." But her words fall on deaf ears as Nat continues to advance toward them, his eyes filled with a terrifying determination.

Gorn takes a step forward, determined not to let him past. "I won't let you hurt us!"

As Nat advances toward her, Alice backs up instinctively, her eyes fixed on him in fear and determination. She draws upon the magic within herself, using it to fuel her movements as she readies for his attack. Zed, on the other hand, remains still and silent, waiting for the right moment to strike.

The air around them crackles with tension, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they steel themselves for battle. It's a dangerous game of cat and mouse, with each step taking them closer to the edge of destruction.

Zed doesn't hesitate, lunging forward as soon as he sees his opening. His daggers flash through the air, aiming to strike at Nat's exposed underbelly while Alice uses her rapier to keep him off-balance. They move in sync, their years of training and practice making them a formidable team despite the uneven numbers.

Aeris stands on top of the ice wall, her hands clasped tightly behind her back as she watches the battle unfold.

Aeris's eyes widen in shock as she watches her friends fall before Nat. "No!" she cries out, rushing forward to help them. Without thinking, she lets loose another ice wall, hoping to block his advance and give them time to recover. The wall forms with tremendous force, its surface gleaming like a mirror in the moonlight.

But even as it stands between her and Nat, she knows that it might not be enough to stop him...

As the world seems to slow down around her, Aeris can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her as she falls deeper into slumber. Her head lolls to the side, her eyelids growing heavy and drooping closed. She doesn't even notice Nat Dan approaching before she loses consciousness completely.

The ice wall shatters into pieces under his fist, its surface cracked and marred from the impact of his attack.

Nat Dan's heart aches as he sees the determination in their eyes, but he knows that he can't let them risk everything just to save him. He watches the flower bloom where he stood, its petals soft and delicate despite the violence that surrounded it. Taking a deep breath, Nat Dan leaps into the air once more, disappearing into the night as swiftly as he came.

Emily: "N-Nat... please, come back..." Her voice cracks as she whispers his name, tears streaming down her face. The guards look at each other worriedly, unsure of what to do in this situation. They had been trained for battles like these, but not for dealing with the emotional fallout that followed.

As Nat Dan vanishes into the night once more, Emily's heart feels as if it has been torn apart. She can only hope that one day he will return to her.

Emily: "It's not your fault," Emily says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "Nat... he just got caught up in something much bigger than all of us." She takes a shaky step forward, tears streaming down her face as she looks at each of them in turn.

Prince Xavier glances between his sister and their friends, his expression unreadable. "We'll need to discuss what happens next," he says finally, his voice cold and distant. "

Emily shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't think that would be possible anymore... He's changed. He's not the same person we knew." Her voice cracks as she speaks, and it's clear that she's struggling to hold back the pain inside of her.

Prince Xavier frowns at this news, but nods thoughtfully nonetheless. "Then we must find another way... One that doesn't involve forcing him into submission."

Emily's eyes widen in surprise at the mention of Yanfei and Alexei, but she nods slowly after considering it for a moment. "That might actually be our best shot... They were close with Natdan, and they're both incredibly strong." She looks up at Prince Xavier hopefully. "What do you think?"

The prince hesitates before answering, his expression unreadable. "It's worth a try," he finally says. "But we must tread carefully.

Emily nods gratefully before turning to Erika, the captain of her Royal Guard. "See to it that these letters are sent with all due haste." Erika bows deeply and hurries off to carry out her orders.

They wait in silence as the hours tick by, each one feeling the weight of their decision pressing down on them. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, a messenger arrives at the palace bearing news from Yanfei and Alexei.

As Emily reads the letters, her expression grows increasingly grave. She pauses before passing them on to Prince Xavier and Princess Emily, their eyes widening as they take in the contents. It seems that Yanfei and Alexei have received the same news about Natdan's situation, but their response is far more dire. They insist that he must be brought back at all costs, even if it means resorting to force.

The siblings exchange worried glances before turning to their friends once more. "

Emily lets out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of their words settle heavily on her shoulders. "Then we must prepare," she says finally, looking to each of them in turn. "When they arrive, things will... escalate quickly." Her voice trails off as she fights back tears. "We need to be ready for whatever comes next."

As the group prepares, Natdan finds himself drawn back to his old cottage in the outskirts of the kingdom. It's a small, quaint place nestled amongst the trees, with a garden out front and a cozy interior filled with memories from his past life. The sight of it brings him a sense of comfort and familiarity that he hasn't felt in years.

But he then thinks of a flashback when he was back at the Academy, particularly the first person talking to Princess Emily for the first time

Alice raises an eyebrow, looking at Natdan like he just grew a second head. "You're kidding, right? You really didn't know?" She shakes her head slowly, clearly finding this hard to believe. "Well, let me enlighten you then. Princess Emily is the daughter of King and Queen Alexander, rulers of the neighboring kingdom. They sent her here for a diplomatic visit, but she stayed much longer than expected."

"Huh," Nat mutters in surprise.

Alice shrugs, looking thoughtful. "Maybe he didn't want to draw attention to her? Or maybe she specifically asked him not to mention it... Princesses can be secretive sometimes." She glances over at Nat, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of her lips. "You should ask him about it sometime."

Xavier blinks, looking surprised and slightly annoyed at the same time. "Oh, that," he mutters, waving his hand dismissively. "She's been here for years now, training under Master Trowa. I thought everyone knew." He glances at Alice meaningfully before turning back to Nat. "Look, it's not like she wants the attention or anything. She's just trying to live a normal life, you know?"

Nat nods slowly, still looking confused but trying to understand.

Xavier sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "She has her reasons, you know? She just... She likes to keep to herself sometimes." The prince pauses, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Look, let's just focus on our classes for now, okay? We can talk about this later."

Nat nods slowly, not quite sure what to make of the situation but trusting his friend enough to follow his lead for now.

"And lastly," Nat says, speaking softly to her as he points at the chalkboard, "you should never fight with another student unless it's part of a supervised practice spar." Princess Emily nods, looking thoughtful for a moment before turning back to the teacher.

The rest of the class passes without much incident, and soon enough, it's time for lunch. As they stand up, Nat offers his hand to help her down from her chair.

*Alice glances at the commotion, her expression unreadable. She takes a deep breath and nods slowly before turning to Natdan. "I'll handle it," she says firmly, her voice carrying easily over the din of shouting and fighting students. With that, she strides purposefully towards the center of the fracas, drawing herself up to her full height as she approaches the brawling group.

"You lot!" she shouts, her voice echoing through the cafeteria. "

As the chandelier comes hurtling down, Princess Emily's heart stops in her chest. She cannot believe what she sees - a figure moving impossibly fast, pushing roots out of the ground to stop the falling debris! It's Natdan!

Her eyes meet his for a brief moment before the world erupts in chaos once more. The bullies are scattered by Alice and her guards, but they don't seem inclined to leave just yet.

Emily's eyes widen in surprise as she watches Natdan use his magic to save them. She had heard rumors about him being skilled in nature magic, but she never expected him to be so powerful! As the bullies scramble away, Princess Emily can't help but feel a strange mix of admiration and fear for this enigmatic figure.

She turns back to her brother, who nods solemnly at Natdan's command before guiding her away from the commotion, his protective arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Alice glances at Natdan, her expression unreadable. "Yes, they are being escorted there by my guards as we speak." She straightens up, folding her arms over her chest. "That was well handled, Natdan. Thank you for stepping in."

Her tone is polite enough, but there's a hint of... disapproval? Embarrassment? It's difficult to tell.

Emily glances between Natdan and Alice, her expression thoughtful. She hasn't had much time to think since arriving at the Academy, but now she can't help but wonder about this young man who seems so different from everything she's known back home. There's an air of mystery surrounding him that intrigues her... and maybe even worries her a little bit too.

She sits down with Xavier at their table, picking at her food as she continues to ponder the events of the day.

Emily takes a deep breath, looking out at the garden as she collects her thoughts. "It's... it's alright," she finally says softly. "I'm just grateful that nobody was seriously hurt." She glances over at Natdan, her expression unreadable once more. "Thank you for stepping in and helping to defuse the situation."

There's an awkward silence between them as they continue eating. Emily wonders what else there is about this mysterious young man that she doesn't know...

Emily looks down at her hand in surprise, then up at Natdan with wide eyes. "That... that was very kind of you," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. She hadn't expected him to use his magic on her like that, and the simple act of healing her scratch feels strangely intimate.

"Thank you," she repeats, her cheeks flushing slightly as she realizes how close they are now. It's been so long since anyone had treated her with such kindness...

Emily hesitates, her fingers still wrapped around his. She's not sure why she can't seem to let go... perhaps it's because of the kindness he showed her earlier, or maybe it's just the strange connection she feels with him. Whatever the reason, she finds herself unable to break eye contact with him as they sit there in silence.

Her heart is racing now, and she can feel her cheeks burning even hotter. She wonders what he must be thinking of her right now...

Emily blushes even deeper, looking down at their hands in surprise. "I... I'm fine," she stammers, trying to pull her hand away. But for some reason, she can't seem to manage it. She glances up at him again, feeling her heart race faster with every passing second.

"I-It's just that... you're very different from what I expected," she finally says, her voice barely a whisper. "And I think..." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing, "

Emily hesitates, feeling her cheeks heat up even more as she realizes what she's about to say. "I-I think... maybe I want to get to know you better." Her eyes meet his, and for a moment, everything else fades away into the background. She feels drawn to him in a way that she can't explain - like there's something deep down inside of her that longs for this connection with him.

Emily feels a rush of relief wash over her as she hears his reply. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. She slowly lets go of his hand, feeling a pang of loss at the separation. But then, before she can dwell on it too much, she remembers their earlier conversation about getting to know each other better and decides that now is as good a time as any to start.

"So," she begins tentatively, "what do you like to do for fun?"