《The journal from another world.》


 So, I Woke Up in a Magical World…

    Okay my name is Kiwi but, let me start by saying this wasn¡¯t part of my five-year plan. One moment, I was living my normal life (probably scrolling on my phone or eating something unhealthy¡ªdon¡¯t judge), and the next, BAM! I wake up face-down in a meadow that smells like sunshine and magic. I don¡¯t even know what magic smells like, but trust me, it¡¯s a thing.


    When I finally sat up, wiping dirt and grass off my ass, I realized two things:


    This is not Earth?


    Someone apparently thought it would be hilarious to drop me in the middle of a meadow with zero instructions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


    But hey, at least I got a snazzy outfit out of it. My regular clothes were gone, replaced by what looked like a cross between an adventurer¡¯s gear and something out of a fantasy cosplay convention. A leather journal was conveniently waiting next to me, glowing with some mysterious runes. Because why not, right? At this point, I was ready for Gandalf to pop out of a bush yelling, ¡°You shall not pass!¡±Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.


    Before I could spiral into a full-blown panic, someone showed up¡ªa guy with wolf ears and a tail. Yeah, you heard me. Wolf. Ears. And. Tail. Turns out, he¡¯s a beastman, which apparently isn¡¯t weird here. (I tried not to stare, but come on, it¡¯s not every day you meet a guy who looks like he walked out of an anime.)


    ¡°First time in Krishara?¡± he asked, smirking like he¡¯d seen a hundred other confused, isekai¡¯d schmucks like me. He introduced himself as Fenric and told me I was in the Kingdom of Krishara, a land filled with dragons, elves, dwarves, demons (more on them later), and a bunch of other fantastical creatures that apparently just vibe together.


    ¡°Oh, and watch out for the swamp,¡± he added casually. ¡°The shadow-demons can be grumpy if you step on their alchemy experiments.¡±


    ...Good to know.


    I¡¯m not sure why or how I ended up here, but if I¡¯m going to survive (and hopefully not make a complete fool of myself), I figure I might as well roll with it. Tomorrow, I¡¯ll head to the capital city, Solkris, because apparently, that¡¯s where all the cool stuff happens. Maybe I¡¯ll figure out my purpose here. Or maybe I¡¯ll trip over a dragon. Who knows? Either way, this journal¡¯s coming with me, because if I don¡¯t write this all down, no one back home would ever believe me.


    Until then, here¡¯s to not dying in a magical world. Cheers.

 A Weeb’s Dream Come True (But Also, What the Heck?)

    So, quick recap: I woke up in the middle of nowhere, face-first in a field of glittery grass. There was a strange, glowing journal beside me, yes right why the journal have to glow, and my clothes got swapped out for some fantasy RPG outfit. That part was weird. But you know what¡¯s even weirder? The people (and non-people) I¡¯ve met so far. I am not able to stop staring at the peoples tails and ears, sometime they think I am into them, even men.


    Let me tell you about my first day in Krishara.


    After Fenric the wolfman gave me the crash course on ¡°Welcome to a Magical World 101,¡± I decided to head into the nearest village. My first real encounter with the locals was... well, an experience.


    I was still getting used to the fact that I¡¯d been isekai¡¯d when an elf shopkeeper scolded me for tripping over a cart of glowing apples. I tried to apologize, but then I got distracted because¡ªget this¡ªthe apples were literally levitating. Meanwhile, a dwarf behind me was yelling at a fairy for cutting in line (how does a creature that small cause that much chaos?). Oh, and there was a slime creature trying to haggle with a merchant. Yes, a slime. It didn¡¯t have a mouth, but somehow, I knew it was arguing about the price of a potion.


    Honestly, I¡¯ve never felt more like the side character in someone else¡¯s fantasy novel.


    I almost forgot to mention the weird leather-bound journal that came with me. It¡¯s been glowing off and on like it¡¯s trying to tell me something. I finally opened it when I was alone, and guess what? The thing started writing back. Apparently, it¡¯s enchanted, and it¡¯s decided I¡¯m its new ¡°keeper.¡± Keeper of what? No idea. But hey, it¡¯s got infinite pages, so that¡¯s a win.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    After surviving the chaos of the marketplace, I decided I needed answers. Fenric pointed me toward the village library¡ªa cozy, tower-like building run by an elderly elf named Elowen. She didn¡¯t seem surprised when I told her I was ¡°not from around here.¡± I guess being isekai¡¯d happens more often than I thought?


    The library was amazing. Shelves full of books floated in midair, and there were magical lights that followed you around so you could read comfortably. I learned about the different regions of Krishara and the species that inhabit them. Turns out, demons aren¡¯t the ¡°grr, destroy everything¡± type here. They¡¯re more like elemental beings who coexist with everyone else. I even found a book on dragons¡ªspoiler: they¡¯re as majestic as you¡¯d hope, but apparently, they don¡¯t appreciate being called ¡°cute.¡± Noted.


    Since I¡¯m not exactly rolling in riches, I took up some odd jobs around the village. Turns out, ¡°adventurer¡± is a legit career path here. I spent the day delivering packages (one of which may or may not have contained a baby slime¡ªlong story) and earned enough gold to rent a room at the Laughing Lantern Inn, the cheapest motel in town. It¡¯s... quaint. By ¡°quaint,¡± I mean the floor creaks, the walls are paper-thin, and the bed feels like it¡¯s stuffed with rocks. But hey, it¡¯s home for now.


    Here¡¯s the thing: as much as I should be panicking about being stranded in another world, I¡¯m not. I mean, sure, I miss the internet, and I have no idea if I¡¯ll ever get back to Earth, but let¡¯s be real¡ªthis is every weeb¡¯s dream. Magic? Check. Cool fantasy creatures? Check. Dragons? Big check.


    Back home, I was just another ordinary guy. Here, I have a journal that writes back to me, a world full of adventure, and endless possibilities. Honestly? I think I might like it here.


    Tomorrow, I¡¯m heading to Solkris. The capital is supposed to be incredible, and I can¡¯t wait to see it. Until then, here¡¯s to another day of not dying in Krishara.

 Magic, Monsters, and an Unplanned Hero Moment

    Before I get into the part where I almost die (fun times), let¡¯s talk about magic. Turns out, in Krishara, magic isn¡¯t just some flashy spell-slinging nonsense like "answer to my call blah blah blah"¡ªit¡¯s an entire force of nature which works when it really acknowledges you. The locals call it ¡°Ether,¡± an energy that flows through all living beings, the land, and even the air itself.


    Firstly Elemental Magic, the most common, used by mages and warriors alike. Fire, water, earth, air, lightning, and ice. Each region has stronger concentrations of certain elements. (Volcanic lands? Fire users. Frozen mountains? Ice users. You get the idea.)


    Then Runic Magic, used by scholars and enchanters, this involves inscribing ancient symbols onto weapons, armor, or even the body to harness magic. (I still have no idea how it works, but it looks cool.)


    After that Spirit Magic, mostly used by elves, druids, and priests. It lets them communicate with spirits, heal injuries, or even influence nature.


    And lastly Demonic Magic, dark, but not necessarily evil. Demons use this naturally, but some non-demons can learn it. (Seraphis, my demon travel companion, casually mentioned she can set people on fire just by thinking about it. How comforting, just imagine a guy hitting on her, i already feel bad for him.)


    Now, onto the part where I almost die and discover my own magic.


    As the caravan neared Solkris, we were passing through a dense forest when the air changed. I didn¡¯t notice at first, but the experienced travelers did¡ªTorin the dwarf grabbed his axe, Heraphis narrowed her eyes, and the elf bard finally shut up.


    That¡¯s when it struck.


    A Skarnix, a massive, panther-like creature with six glowing eyes and shadowy tendrils¡ªlunged from the trees, aiming for the nearest wagon. It moved fast, like a blur of living darkness. Before anyone could react, the beast had already smashed through the wooden frame, sending supplies flying and knocking a young elf girl off her horse.


    The others went into battle mode immediately. Torin charged in with his axe, Seraphis lit up the night with hellfire, and arrows flew from somewhere in the trees. But I? I was frozen. Because let¡¯s be real¡ªI AM NOT A FIGHTER.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    Then I saw it.


    The Skarnix was going for the elf girl, she was pinned, unable to escape, and nobody else was close enough to reach her in time. My body moved before my brain could catch up. I sprinted, dived, and shoved her out of the way, And that¡¯s when I got stabbed.


    One of the Skarnix¡¯s tendrils pierced straight through my stomach. It burned. My vision blurred. I could hear shouting, but it was all fading.


    Then something inside me snapped.


    The moment my blood hit the ground, something activated. It felt like fire and lightning surging through my veins, like my entire body was being rewritten by pure energy. My surroundings blurred, and suddenly, I could see everything, the magic flowing through the air, the movement of the Skarnix before it even attacked, the faint glow of life energy in the people around me.


    Instinct took over.


    I gripped the tendril impaling me and, without thinking, channeled the energy inside me. Light erupted from my hands, coursing through the Skarnix like a living current. The beast screeched and recoiled, its form crackling with energy before it collapsed, twitching and defeated.


    I, on the other hand, immediately blacked out.


    When I woke up, I was in a soft bed, bandaged and very much alive. Sitting beside me was the elf girl I had saved¡ªLyria Vaelora.


    Turns out, she wasn¡¯t just some random traveler¡ªshe was a healer-in-training from an ancient elven family. While I was unconscious, she had been the one to keep me from dying (which I really appreciate, by the way). But what really got me was what she said next:


    "I¡¯ve never seen magic like that before. You... shouldn¡¯t be alive, and yet, you are."


    Apparently, whatever power I unlocked wasn¡¯t normal. The way ?ther responded to me¡ªthe way I instinctively channeled it¡ªwas something completely unheard of. A unique, unknown magic.


    I should¡¯ve been worried. But honestly? I was too busy geeking out.


    Because let¡¯s be real¡ªI just unlocked a secret power in a fantasy world. If that¡¯s not peak isekai protagonist material, I don¡¯t know what is.


    Lyria, for some reason, seemed really impressed. In fact, she straight-up told me she wanted to join me on my travels. Something about wanting to study my magic, help me stay alive, and, um... make sure I don¡¯t do anything stupid. (Rude, but fair.)


    So now, I have a new party member¡ªa skilled healer who may or may not have a growing crush on me.


    All in all, 10/10 adventure so far.


    But really the experience was very scary, I just want to hide in my blanket and cry but in front of her I have to be the "MEN NEVER CRY" person.

 The Guild Incident(What the heck am I, a nuclear reactor?)

    The journey to the capital was both serene and full of quiet tension. Lyria and I had been traveling together for some time now, and I can¡¯t deny that our bond has grown. I never expected a healer to be my closest companion in this strange new world, but here we are, walking side by side, and with each step, I find myself trusting her more and more. She¡¯s calm and collected, the perfect balance to my¡­ well, let¡¯s just say I¡¯ve been reacting to things in my own way.


    We finally reached the capital, and I could feel the energy of the city the moment it came into view. The spires of the guild building towered in the distance, and though I had no idea what to expect, I knew that registering there was the first step. We entered the guild and were immediately met with a reception that could best be described as "underwhelming."


    ¡°Name and class?¡± the clerk asked, barely looking up.


    ¡°I¡¯m Kiwi,¡± I said. ¡°And, uh, I¡¯m not sure what class I¡¯d fall under. Maybe ¡®random wanderer¡¯?¡±


    Lyria, standing beside me, let out a small laugh. ¡°He¡¯s a mage, actually. A very talented one.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡± The clerk glanced at me with a raised eyebrow, clearly not impressed.


    I shrugged. ¡°Well, it¡¯s not like I¡¯ve been practicing for years or anything. I just happen to be good at¡­ everything.¡±


    That got a snicker from Lyria, but the clerk didn¡¯t seem to care. He handed us a form and motioned for me to step forward to the magic assessment.


    I had no idea what to expect from this "assessment." I mean, I¡¯d been throwing magic around with ease ever since I got here, but I¡¯d never had to do it in front of official people. Still, I wasn¡¯t going to back down. They had me stand in a large chamber filled with magical instruments that seemed far too complicated for my tastes.


    Just how insulting it could be, shouting come out, come out looking like a complete maniac.


    First came the elemental tests. I summoned fire with a snap of my fingers, and then water, wind, and earth followed, swirling around me in a harmonious dance. Lyria¡¯s eyes were wide with disbelief as I effortlessly controlled the elements. For a brief moment, I wondered if I had accidentally walked into some kind of magic circus.


    Then came the other tests ¡ª the holy magic, the dark magic, the demonic energy, and spirit magic. I let them flow from me, no effort at all. I watched the guild members exchange glances, their faces growing more and more uneasy. They probably thought I was going to explode or something.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    ¡°So, how¡¯d I do?¡± I asked, grinning awkwardly.


    The room was silent for a moment, and then the guild master stepped forward, his face pale. ¡°This is... unlike anything we¡¯ve ever seen. You control every known element, and even holy, dark, demonic, and spirit magic. And you did it without breaking a sweat.¡±


    I blinked, raising an eyebrow. ¡°Uh, so I¡¯m like a walking magic show now?¡±


    Just when I thought things couldn¡¯t get weirder, they did. The guild members started tracing my origins with some kind of ancient magic. I thought they were just being thorough, but apparently, they found something even more surprising. Apparently, I¡¯m not just some random adventurer. No, I¡¯m special.


    i so proud of my-self, i am somehow special, i was shedding tears of happiness.


    It turns out I¡¯m a hybrid. Not just any hybrid, mind you ¡ª a hybrid of two legendary races: a Pure Demonic Void Dragon and a Pure High Elf.


    ¡°Wait, what?!¡± I exclaimed. ¡°So, uh¡­ does this mean my parents are from some kind of fantasy world or something? Or did they just really like making things complicated?¡±


    Lyria barely stifled a laugh, and the guild members looked at me like I had just declared myself the king of the world.


    ¡°Demonic Void Dragon and High Elf¡­ seriously?¡± I muttered to myself. ¡°I mean, I always thought I had some special abilities, but this? This is... uh, legendary, I guess? Maybe I should¡¯ve started with ¡®Hello, I¡¯m Kiwi, a literal hybrid¡¯ at the guild door.¡±


    I scratched my head, trying to wrap my mind around the whole thing. ¡°I¡¯m starting to wonder if my parents were just two really, really intense fantasy beings or if they were just two random souls who happened to like chaos and beauty... What were they thinking? A dragon and an elf? Was there a ¡®legendary races¡¯ catalog and they just went, ¡®You know what sounds fun?¡¯¡±


    As if the day wasn¡¯t strange enough, a new figure emerged from the crowd. She was tall, regal, and unmistakably powerful. Her eyes locked onto mine, and I immediately sensed her authority. She was a Void Dragon, her aura thick with pride and strength.


    ¡°You,¡± she said, her voice deep and smooth. ¡°You are more intriguing than I first thought.¡±


    ¡°Uh, thanks?¡± I said, unsure whether to be impressed or terrified.


    She studied me for a moment before continuing. ¡°A hybrid of Void Dragon and High Elf... quite rare. You may be an adventurer, but you have the blood of legends running through your veins. I would like to join your party.¡±


    I stared at her, unsure if I had heard her correctly. ¡°Wait, you want to¡­ join me? Just like that?¡±


    ¡°Yes,¡± she replied, her voice carrying an air of nobility. ¡°You will need strength and power for what is coming. And I, for one, am intrigued by what a hybrid like you can do.¡±


    I could barely process the idea of a dragon wanting to join my party. But with a deep breath, I nodded. ¡°Well, this day just keeps getting better. A healer, a dragon, and¡­ me. The legendary hybrid.¡±


    The guild master approached us after the revelation of my hybrid nature, a solemn look on his face. ¡°It¡¯s clear you are no ordinary adventurer. The king must be informed of your¡­ unique status. We will arrange for you to meet him immediately.¡±


    I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. ¡°I guess it¡¯s time to meet the guy who might just be as shocked as everyone else.¡±


    With Nocthyss and Lyria at my side, I made my way to the palace. It felt like an eternity before we reached the towering gates, and as we walked, I couldn¡¯t help but laugh nervously. ¡°So, you know, no pressure, right? Just a meeting with the king. Totally normal for a hybrid magic powerhouse.¡±


    Lyria gave me a reassuring smile. ¡°You¡¯ll be fine, Kiwi.¡±


    I sighed, adjusting the pack on my back. ¡°I sure hope so.¡±

 The Real Identities of Lyria and Nocthyss

    The journey to the palace seemed to stretch on endlessly, but it wasn¡¯t the looming meeting with the king that occupied my thoughts. No, my mind kept returning to the two women at my side ¡ª Lyria, the calm healer who had saved me countless times, and Nocthyss, the proud Void Dragon who had joined my party after a seemingly casual declaration.


    Something about both of them felt¡­ off. Not in a bad way, but I couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that there was more to their stories than they had let on. They were both far more than they appeared, and perhaps it was time to uncover the truth.


    As we entered the grand palace gates, I found myself reflecting on Lyria''s quiet demeanor. She¡¯d always been by my side, offering support when I needed it most. But there had been moments, subtle ones, where I caught glimpses of something¡­ different. Her quiet strength, the way she always seemed to know just what to do, her mysterious aura ¡ª it was clear she was hiding something.


    One evening, when we were camping just outside the capital, I finally decided to ask her. ¡°Lyria,¡± I began, my voice careful. ¡°You¡¯ve always been there for me, but... you¡¯re not just a simple healer, are you?¡±


    She looked at me with those gentle eyes, as if she were trying to decide how much of the truth she should reveal. Finally, she sighed, a soft smile tugging at her lips. ¡°Kiwi, I¡¯ve been meaning to tell you. I¡¯m not just a healer. My true name is Lyria Sylvanna, and I am the princess of the Sylvanna Clan, the protectors of the Elder Forest.¡±


    I stared at her, speechless. The Sylvanna Clan? The protectors of the Elder Forest? The legends spoke of them ¡ª powerful beings who had disappeared centuries ago. But Lyria, my quiet companion, was one of them?


    ¡°The Elder Forest is home to creatures and magic that predate the kingdoms themselves,¡± she continued, her gaze distant as she relived old memories. ¡°My people were sworn to protect that land, but I... I left everything behind to pursue peace. I didn¡¯t expect this journey to pull me back into my past.¡±


    I didn¡¯t expect Nocthyss to be so forthcoming with her truth, but as we ventured deeper into the royal palace, her prideful aura seemed to falter. I had sensed something beneath the surface of her noble appearance ¡ª her confidence, her formality ¡ª it was all part of a carefully constructed fa?ade. And when she finally spoke of her true self, I wasn¡¯t entirely surprised.


    ¡°My name is Nocthyss Dracalis, and I am the rightful heir to the Void Dragon Throne,¡± she began, her voice carrying an air of nobility mixed with an unmistakable weight. ¡°The Void Dragon clan, for all their power, are scattered and divided. I once led a rebellion to unite them... but it ended in failure.¡±


    I blinked, taking in her words. The Void Dragon Throne was a name that was whispered in fear and awe ¡ª a title not easily given up. But Nocthyss was claiming it as her birthright.


    ¡°I seek to rebuild my people, Kiwi,¡± she continued, her voice softening. ¡°And I believe you may be the one to help me do so.¡±


    Upon our arrival at the palace, the king stood from his seat to greet us. His presence was overwhelming, yet there was a calm and humble demeanor that spoke of both power and restraint.


    ¡°Princess Lyria of the Sylvanna Clan, and Nocthyss Dracalis, the strongest dragon warrior,¡± he said, his voice carrying both respect and authority.


    His words carried a weight that immediately made me nervous. I¡¯d never expected such high titles to be associated with my companions.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    The king''s gaze turned to me, and in that moment, I realized just how intimidating his calm and prideful nature was. ¡°You must be Kiwi,¡± he said, his eyes assessing me with an almost unsettling calmness.


    Then he invited all three of us to a grand feast at the royal palace and to spend a night there.


    The grand feast was more than I had expected. The food was plentiful, and the atmosphere was filled with laughter and music. But what really caught me off guard was the king''s behavior. Despite his regal stature and commanding presence, he acted almost¡­ childishly.


    As we sat down, the king raised a goblet, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Ah, my dear Princess Lyr-Lyr," he said, an exaggerated smile stretching across his face. ¡°It has been far too long since I¡¯ve seen you in such fine company. How''s your royal health?¡±


    Lyria¡¯s face flushed bright red. ¡°Father,¡± she started, clearly trying to hold back a laugh, ¡°You know I prefer you don¡¯t call me that.¡±


    ¡°Lyr-Lyr, it is! The dear little princess who can''t get through a single meal without looking at her food like it''s a rare gem!¡± The king chuckled, obviously delighted with his teasing.


    Lyria, though a bit flustered, rolled her eyes. "Please, stop, you''re embarrassing me in front of Kiwi."


    I wasn¡¯t sure what was more surprising ¡ª the king¡¯s teasing or how effortlessly Lyria seemed to brush it off.


    Then the king turned his attention to Nocthyss, whose poised demeanor remained largely unshaken. But even she couldn¡¯t escape his antics. ¡°Ah, and here¡¯s Nocthyss the Brave, or should I say, Nocthyss the Big Scary Dragon!¡± he quipped, winking at her. "Such a noble warrior, yet still afraid of a little feathered pillow."


    Nocthyss gave him an unamused stare, though I could see a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth as if she was holding back a smile. "Father," she replied, voice cold but hinting at amusement, "I¡¯ve never been afraid of a pillow, and you know it."


    ¡°Sure you aren¡¯t, my mighty dragon,¡± he said with a dramatic pause. ¡°But I must say, you sure do look comfy sitting on that throne of soft pillows.¡±


    The whole table burst into laughter at Nocthyss¡¯s expense, and I couldn''t help but chuckle as well. It was a side of the king I hadn¡¯t expected ¡ª one that, despite his intimidating presence, was full of playful teasing.


    As the meal continued, the king¡¯s light-hearted jabs only grew more frequent. By the end of the night, both Lyria and Nocthyss were blushing furiously, but they took it all in stride. The king, of course, was as delighted as ever.


    The king turned to me and apologies for this behavior, he started with the relationship to Lyria and Nocthyss with him, actually Lyria is the nephew of the king spent most of the time living in the palace during vacation in the magic academy while Nocthyss was daughter of his  brother like friend, who is also the king of void dragons "KING OF ABYSS  Vornak Dracalis" that''s why both of them call him father as a sign of their respect.


    After confirming about the information from the guild we just chat normally. But when we were leaving for the room to sleep something grabbed me from behind, surely it was the king, his eyes were filled with murderous intent while asking "di you do something till now" my life dependent on my one answer, "NOOO!" I exclaimed, how could I a do anything we just met, "So you are planning to do it in the future hnaaa" the king grumpily asked, "No that''s not what I mean!" I exclaimed, it''s more like we are not ready for that type of things, "I trust you boy, that''s why I am allowing you to travel with both of them, don'' be foolish enough to  break my trust".


    After that long and exhausting talk i reached the room.


    I couldn¡¯t believe it when I walked into the room. Three beds, all close together, and my name apparently written in invisible ink on the middle one.


    Lyria turned to me with a sheepish grin. ¡°Kiwi, could you sleep in my bed? I... I don¡¯t want to sleep alone tonight.¡±


    Before I could protest, Nocthyss, ever the serious one, spoke up. ¡°Kiwi, I also feel uneasy at the palace. Would you mind sleeping in my bed as well?¡±


    I stood there, utterly flabbergasted. Between Lyria¡¯s gentle insistence and Nocthyss¡¯s confident gaze, I had no choice but to agree.


    ¡°Well... this is my life now,¡± I muttered as I squeezed between two powerful women, the reality of my situation settling in. ¡°What have I gotten myself into?¡±


    "Where it feels like heaven, I can feel the king wanting to kill me if he get to know this.A"

 Shadows in the Palace

    The night was calm¡ªtoo calm. Kiwi lay in bed, still flustered from earlier events, but something nagged at him. A whisper, faint yet persistent, echoed in his mind. ¡°Awaken¡­ You are being watched.¡±


    Unable to ignore it, he slipped out of bed and stepped onto the palace balcony. The moon cast a silver glow over the grand city, but something felt¡­ wrong. A chill ran down his spine.


    Then, without warning¡ªa blade streaked through the air.


    Kiwi barely managed to react, stumbling back as a dark figure lunged at him. His instincts kicked in, raising a feeble barrier, but the assailant¡¯s attack shattered through. Pain flared in his side. He had been struck.


    Gritting his teeth, Kiwi forced himself to move. He countered with a burst of wind magic, pushing the attacker back, but the figure recovered swiftly, dashing at him with inhuman speed. Kiwi summoned flames in his palm and hurled them, yet the intruder evaded with ease, their movements eerily precise.


    The masked warrior lashed out again. Kiwi barely dodged, feeling the cold edge of the dagger graze his skin. He retaliated with a pulse of raw mana, forcing his opponent to retreat momentarily. His breathing was ragged, his vision swimming from the wound. He was losing.


    Just as the assassin closed in for the finishing blow¡ªa streak of violet light flashed between them.


    Nocthyss had arrived.


    Her golden eyes burned with fury as she moved in a blur, effortlessly severing the blade of the intruder¡¯s dagger with a single swipe of her claws. The severed metal clattered to the ground, and for the first time, the masked warrior hesitated.


    Nocthyss struck without mercy, her speed and strength overwhelming. The air trembled under the force of her magic. The intruder, despite their skill, was utterly outmatched. Nocthyss¡¯s power dominated them.Stolen story; please report.


    Realizing defeat, the masked warrior whispered, ¡°You are not the only one chosen.¡± Then, with a final burst of dark energy, they disappeared into the night.


    Kiwi collapsed to his knees. His body burned. The poison spread fast, sapping his strength. Lyria rushed to his side, panic in her emerald eyes.


    ¡°Stay with me, Kiwi!¡± she pleaded, her hands glowing with healing magic. But the poison resisted, forcing her to concentrate harder, sweat forming on her brow.


    Nocthyss stood guard, eyes scanning the darkness. ¡°Tch. Coward.¡± Then she turned, kneeling beside Kiwi, her tone softer. ¡°Hold on. You¡¯re not dying on us.¡±


    The palace doors burst open. Guards rushed in, followed by the king, his expression unreadable.


    ¡°What¡­ just happened?¡± His voice was calm but carried a dangerous edge.


    Kiwi barely heard him¡ªhis consciousness flickered. The night was far from over.


    ¡°He¡¯s stabilizing¡­ but it¡¯s taking longer than expected,¡± she muttered, her voice strained. Nocthyss sat nearby, arms crossed, her sharp gaze locked on Kiwi as if willing him to wake up.


    Finally, Kiwi¡¯s eyelids fluttered. A low groan escaped his lips as he stirred, his vision hazy but slowly clearing. His body felt sluggish, the remnants of the poison still lingering.


    Lyria let out a breath of relief, smiling despite her exhaustion. ¡°You¡¯re awake¡­¡±


    Kiwi blinked up at them, his voice hoarse. ¡°That¡­ was unpleasant.¡± He tried to sit up, only for a sharp pain to shoot through him, forcing him back down.


    ¡°Idiot,¡± Nocthyss huffed, flicking his forehead lightly. ¡°Rest. You nearly got yourself killed.¡±


    Kiwi exhaled a weak chuckle. ¡°Well¡­ I¡¯m still here, aren¡¯t I?¡±


    Lyria¡¯s expression turned serious. ¡°You shouldn¡¯t have fought alone. You¡¯re not invincible, Kiwi.¡±


    His smirk faded slightly as he gazed at them. ¡°I know¡­ but I had to try.¡±


    Before either could say more, his strength gave out, and his consciousness slipped away again.


    Lyria and Nocthyss exchanged a glance, unspoken determination in their eyes. Without a word, they both remained by his side, refusing to leave him alone.


    The night was far from over, and danger still lurked in the shadows.

 The Month of Preparation

    The King, recognizing the growing danger surrounding me and the untapped power I possess, has granted me a month to prepare for the trial. There¡¯s an overwhelming sense of pressure, but there¡¯s also an undeniable thrill that courses through me as I begin this journey. The King believes that, in these thirty days, I will unlock my true potential. Nocthyss and Lyria have been tasked with training me¡ªNocthyss in combat and Lyria in controlling my magic.


    It feels strange to think of myself as anything but the lost traveler who stumbled into this world. But with each passing day, it becomes harder to deny the change within me.


    Nocthyss, the Void Dragon, is everything I imagined and more. Her power is immense, and I find myself struggling to keep up with her in our first sparring session. The difference in our abilities is stark, but Nocthyss is patient, guiding me as she effortlessly outmaneuvers me. Her strength is intimidating, and yet I can feel the subtle undercurrent of pride in her eyes each time I push myself further.


    At one point, in the midst of our fight, I manage to land a hit on her¡ªa mere graze, but enough to earn me an approving smile. She ruffles my hair with a teasing grin, and my face turns bright red. It''s an unexpected gesture, one that catches me off guard. Nocthyss revels in my discomfort, teasing me with her usual playfulness. But beneath it all, I feel something more¡ªsomething I can''t quite name, but it''s there, stirring within me.


    Lyria, on the other hand, is teaching me how to control the chaotic surge of magic within me. Fire, wind, water, earth¡ªeach element seems to bend to my will with varying degrees of difficulty. But it¡¯s the more complex elements¡ªholy, dark, demonic, and spirit magic¡ªthat test me. My magic often runs wild, with flames scorching my clothes or winds knocking over nearby trees. Lyria remains calm, patient, always there to correct my mistakes and guide me back to focus.


    During one lesson, as I struggle to control a surge of dark magic, I falter, unable to keep it in check. Lyria, sensing my frustration, smiles softly. "It''s okay. It takes time."


    I don¡¯t know what compels me, but in that moment, I blurt out, ¡°You¡¯re amazing, Lyria. You make this look so easy.¡±


    Her face flushes a soft pink, and I realize immediately that my words have had an unexpected effect. Embarrassment floods through me, but before I can backpedal, Lyria chuckles softly, her smile genuine. "I¡¯m glad you think so," she says, her voice filled with warmth.


    As the days go by, the training becomes less about the physical and magical challenges and more about the bond between us. One evening, after a particularly intense sparring session, Nocthyss teaches me a battle cry, a unique technique passed down through the dragons. My first attempts are nothing short of disastrous, but Nocthyss is patient, her laughter filling the air when I finally get it right.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    When I succeed, Nocthyss gives me a proud nod. The swell of admiration I feel for her is overwhelming. In that moment, I realize that I¡¯m not just learning from her¡ªI¡¯m growing to admire and respect her in ways I never thought possible.


    Lyria, too, shows me a side of herself I hadn¡¯t seen before. One night, as we sit by the fire after training, she shares a story of her own struggles with controlling magic. She¡¯s always been the calm, composed one, and hearing her vulnerability makes me see her in a new light. I find myself drawn to her, not just for her strength, but for her heart, her determination to protect and nurture those she cares about


    The tension between the three of us has grown palpable, especially after the incident where we were forced to share the same room with beds far too close together. Kiwi, awkward and clearly uncomfortable, was caught off guard when Lyria casually suggested he sleep in her bed. Nocthyss, of course, couldn¡¯t resist chiming in with her own offer. The situation quickly became impossible to ignore. Teasing remarks flew between them, and soon enough, Kiwi found himself squeezed between the two of them.


    Sleep was elusive that night. Though the air was still, a sense of closeness hung in the room, and I couldn¡¯t help but feel a subtle shift in our dynamic. The emotional bond between the three of us had deepened, and yet it was something we hadn¡¯t yet spoken of¡ªsomething unspoken that lingered just beneath the surface.


    I can feel it now¡ªthe growth, the transformation. I¡¯ve surpassed my expectations and, perhaps, even those of Nocthyss and Lyria. My strength in combat has improved exponentially, though Nocthyss is still the superior fighter. But it¡¯s my magic that truly astounds them.


    With Lyria¡¯s guidance, I¡¯ve learned to control my magic more precisely, and yesterday, I managed to perform poly chanting¡ªa feat considered impossible for anyone other than the most advanced sages. I¡¯ve learned to weave together multiple spells in a single breath, bending the elements with ease and power.


    Nocthyss, always proud, watches me with a rare sense of awe. "Impressive," she says, her voice softer than usual. "You¡¯ve mastered what even the greatest of sages fail to comprehend."


    As the month draws to a close, the trial looms ahead. But I feel a sense of calm within me, a belief that I am ready for whatever comes next. I¡¯ve grown stronger, more confident, and more attuned to the bond I share with Lyria and Nocthyss.


    They have become my companions, my mentors, my¡­ friends. Though the nature of my feelings remains unspoken, I can sense the change in the air. Nocthyss and Lyria no longer just guide me¡ªthey are a part of my journey, of the person I am becoming.


    With the trial approaching, I stand at the precipice of something new. But no matter what happens, I know one thing for certain: I am not the same person who first arrived in Krishara. I am stronger, not just in power, but in spirit. And with Lyria and Nocthyss by my side, I feel ready to face whatever challenge comes my way.

 Day of the Trial

    Well, today was¡­ something. The trial to determine if I¡¯m a real hero or just some overly powered kid with too many elements at his disposal. The arena was secret, hidden away like some grand spectacle that could change the course of history¡ªyet it looked like it was a fancy tournament ground with too many stern faces. I could already feel the pressure building.


    Of course, I couldn¡¯t help but wonder if they were going to make me fight some giant monster or have a fancy tea party. Wouldn¡¯t that be a twist? ¡°Kiwi, defeat this rampaging beast, then we¡¯ll enjoy scones.¡± No such luck.


    Instead, they had me fight their warriors first. These guys were serious business. Imagine a hundred elite warriors who could probably take on a hundred regular soldiers. I barely managed to keep up, but hey, at least my magic was in full swing. Fireballs here, ice shards there¡ªif I had a penny for every time I got distracted by my own power¡­ well, let¡¯s just say I could buy the entire kingdom.


    Then came the elemental trials, and I¡¯ll admit, I was starting to enjoy myself. Earth, fire, water, air¡ªI was like a kid in a candy store, throwing fireballs and conjuring storms like I had nothing better to do. The sages looked impressed, but I could tell they were just waiting for me to mess up. I didn¡¯t¡ªwell, mostly. The holy magic part threw me off a little. Demonic magic? Now we¡¯re talking!


    But then¡­ it happened.


    The illusion hit me. Suddenly, I was a child again, back in that awful orphanage. The bullying, the taunts, the whispers¡ªit all came flooding back in vivid detail. I was weak, defenseless, too afraid to fight back. I tried to ignore it, but the memories were too strong. I couldn¡¯t escape them.


    And then came the turning point.


    I saw my friend, beaten and bruised, lying on the ground. For a moment, I just stood there¡ªfrozen in fear. But then something inside me snapped. I couldn¡¯t stand by anymore. The power that had always been dormant inside me erupted in a burst of raw, uncontrollable magic just like when I saved Lyria. Everything around me shattered, and I didn¡¯t care.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    The scene changed, and I was suddenly suspended, the director of the orphanage shouting at me. I had lost control. But instead of condemning me, he did the strangest thing¡ªhe praised me. ¡°You stood up for your friend,¡± he said, his voice surprisingly calm. ¡°Even if you didn¡¯t handle it perfectly. That¡¯s what matters.¡±


    That moment, that unexpected praise, was when I realized I wasn¡¯t just some weak kid. I had power, and I could use it for something good. I didn¡¯t know how to control it yet, but I would learn. I would protect those I cared about, no matter what.


    The illusion faded, leaving me standing in front of the sages, the priest, the Demon of Darkness, and the elven spirit mage. I could feel their eyes on me, each of them trying to understand what they had just witnessed.


    The king, his voice calm but commanding, asked the question that was on everyone¡¯s mind: ¡°This illusion, it was not from this world, and it was visible to all of us. What is the meaning of this?¡±


    The Demon of Darkness narrowed his eyes. ¡°Explain."


    I swallowed hard. I couldn¡¯t avoid the truth any longer. ¡°I am not from this here, more precisely i am not from this world, one day i went to my bed and opened my eyes in this world. I was scared at first but soon accepted it, though meet Lyria and Nocthyss is complete coincidence but I understand if you are suspicious of me for not telling the truth beforehand, back in my world I was an orphan and getting bullied was like my daily routine, but the moment you saw was my breaking point where I was not able to withstand my rage and in attempt to save my friend I had to do something. ¡± I explained.


    Everyone in that room was dead silent, the silence was broken by the king again "Do you know what illusion kill we used?" he asked. I was literally confused so i answered "No".


    The king answered "It was a spell that will shows someone''s true identity with a memory that supports their hidden intensions"


    ¡°The director of the orphanage praised me for standing up for my friend,¡± I continued, my voice steady despite the weight of the truth. ¡°He told me I did the right thing, even if I wasn¡¯t perfect.¡±


    There was a long silence, but it wasn¡¯t uncomfortable. The priest gave me a thoughtful look, and the elven mage seemed to understand.


    The king spoke again, his tone softer than I had expected. ¡°Your past does not define you, Kiwi. What you do with your power now is what matters.¡±


    And just like that, the trial was over. I had faced the tests, revealed my past, and¡ªsomehow¡ªsurvived it all. The illusion had shown my vulnerabilities, my fears, and my power, all in one. But the judges, for all their power, seemed to respect me in a way I didn¡¯t expect.


    I left the arena today not just as someone who had passed a trial, but as someone who had confronted their past. And for the first time, I felt like I might be ready to embrace what comes next.

 The Festival of Emberlight and the Tale of the Hero

    The day began with a grand proclamation. The king, with a calm yet imposing presence, stood before Kiwi, Lyria, and Nocthyss in the royal court. With a solemn nod, he officially confirmed Kiwi¡¯s status as the hero destined to bring peace to the world during the coming calamity. His powerful abilities, revealed in the magic assessment, had convinced even the most skeptical of the court. Yet, the king¡¯s words were not without caution: ¡°You are indeed the hero, Kiwi, but there is still much for you to learn and master. The journey ahead will test you.¡± With those final words, the royal audience concluded, and the trio, now marked by destiny, took their leave from the palace to continue their journey.


    As they left the castle grounds, the excitement of the upcoming trials loomed over Kiwi. But before their journey could resume, Kiwi found himself drawn to a blacksmith''s shop at the edge of the village they were passing through. His thoughts drifted to the need for a weapon worthy of his growing power. "I need a sword. Not just any sword, but one that can grow with me." he spoke to himself, "I know a good place, are you interested?" Nocthyss  asked Kiwi. "If it''s you then there is no doubt about the place being not good" Kiwi said with a smile.


    The moment they entered the shop, the heat of the forge hit them, and the sound of the hammer striking metal rang through the air. The blacksmith was a towering figure¡ªmuscles rippling with strength and his dragon scales shimmering in the light of the furnace. He glanced up from his work, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, and gave them a calm, proud smile.


    "Ah, customers," the blacksmith said, his voice deep and warm. "Welcome to my shop. The name''s Forgeheart. You¡¯re clearly not from around here, but with that royal emblem, I¡¯d say you¡¯ve got quite the mission ahead of you."


    Kiwi felt the weight of Forgeheart¡¯s gaze and nodded, the royal emblem now apparent on their cloaks. ¡°I need a sword¡ªsomething more than just a tool. Something that will grow with me.¡±


    Forgeheart gave a thoughtful hum as he set down his hammer and approached them. ¡°Ah, a sword capable of growing wit it''s user. That¡¯s no easy task, but I can forge it. If taken care of, it may even evolve into something truly legendary.¡±


    Kiwi¡¯s eyes brightened with excitement. This was exactly what he needed¡ªsomething to help him harness his powers. Forgeheart turned to his forge once again, the flickering flames illuminating his determined face. ¡°I¡¯ll get started immediately. It will take some time, but the sword you seek will be one worthy of your journey, the sword will continue in 8 days, after which you can come and pick the sword."


    "Ok then, I will see you in 8 days" Kiwi said and then left.


    With that settled, the trio continued their path toward the Festival of Emberlight. As they approached the village, the sounds of laughter, dancing, and music filled the air. The festival was already in full swing.


    The trio walked through the village, marveling at the decorations hanging from every streetlamp, the fire torches lining the roads, and the dancing flames in the night¡¯s sky. Children ran past them, holding flame lanterns, their faces alight with joy.


    Kiwi could hardly believe the vibrancy of it all. "I didn¡¯t know a festival could be this¡­ energetic," he muttered, eyes wide with curiosity.


    "You¡¯ll get used to it," Lyria said with a grin. "It¡¯s all about fun and warmth. Don¡¯t worry, you¡¯re with us now."


    Nocthyss, the towering dragon woman, had already drawn the attention of a few villagers, who whispered in awe at her presence. They were used to seeing the humans and other species, but a dragon among them was a rare sight, especially one so majestic.


    "Do you think we should join in?" Kiwi asked, as he watched people preparing for various contests. "It looks like they¡¯re doing a lot of dancing, eating, and magic games."


    "Why not?" Nocthyss said, grinning. "A little challenge never hurt anyone, right?"


    The first challenge they came across was the Flame Dance Challenge, a competition that involved twirling around massive fire torches without getting burned. The villagers cheered for every successful contestant, but when Nocthyss stepped up, her confidence was apparent. She moved with precision, dancing with grace and speed¡ªuntil, of course, her tail whipped out behind her, knocking over a small vendor¡¯s stall and sending his drink flying. The crowd burst into laughter.


    "Oops," she muttered, slightly embarrassed but managing to keep her pride intact.


    Kiwi, who had been standing in the background, felt the villagers¡¯ expectant gazes fall on him. He shuffled forward, his feet heavy as he tried to imitate Nocthyss¡¯s moves. The moment he started, he tripped on a loose stone, causing a cloud of dust to swirl up around him. He awkwardly spun in circles, his arms flailing to regain his balance. Lyria, standing by, couldn¡¯t contain her laughter, but she cheered him on, "Nice moves, Kiwi! You¡¯re almost there!"


    The villagers, to Kiwi¡¯s surprise, clapped and cheered, thinking it was all part of the act. Kiwi, now more flustered than ever, gave an exaggerated bow before retreating to the side with a sheepish smile.


    Lyria stepped up next, graceful and confident, as always. Her movements were fluid, almost ethereal, and she twirled effortlessly beneath the firelight, earning applause from the crowd. Kiwi, still catching his breath, smiled at her with admiration. She was a natural.


    Next, they moved to the Flame-Eating Contest. Kiwi, trying to redeem himself, hesitated before picking up a small flame and swallowing it. But he wasn¡¯t prepared for how hot it would be. He immediately spat the flame out, sending it flying toward a nearby stall. The vendor ducked, shouting, "Watch where you''re spitting that fire, lad!"


    Nocthyss, never one to shy away from a challenge, grabbed a flame and swallowed it with ease. That is, until the heat hit her, and she began to yelp and blow smoke from her ears. She dashed for a nearby bucket of water, only to accidentally knock it over with her tail. The villagers laughed in good-natured humor as Nocthyss stood there, slightly singed and looking utterly unfazed by the entire debacle.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    Lyria, ever the calm one, took her turn. She swallowed the flame carefully, only to end up blowing smoke from her nose like a dragon. The villagers roared with laughter, but Lyria, ever graceful, gave a perfect curtsy, earning their admiration.


    Finally, Kiwi, determined to make things right, stepped up once again. This time, he tried to control the flame within him¡ªbut instead of eating it, he accidentally created a small fireball that shot into the air and exploded in a burst of light and smoke. Kiwi jumped back, startled. The villagers looked at each other in surprise, and then they all started clapping as if Kiwi had intended it all along. Lyria patted him on the back, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You¡¯ve got some serious flair, Kiwi."


    "Yeah, I think I¡¯ll stick to less dangerous contests next time," Kiwi muttered, still reeling from the excitement.


    The next event was the Mana Lantern Game, where villagers used their magic to create glowing, floating lanterns. Kiwi, still learning to control his powers, infused his lantern with too much mana. It grew too large, then burst, sending a small shockwave through the festival grounds. Kiwi¡¯s eyes widened in shock as the villagers began to cheer, thinking it was part of the show.


    Nocthyss, always willing to show off, crafted a beautiful fire lantern that floated high above her head. But in true Nocthyss fashion, she wasn¡¯t content with perfection. She made the lantern too hot, and within moments, it caught fire. The flame spread rapidly, shrinking the lantern and sending a burst of fire toward a food stand. The villagers ducked for cover, laughing hysterically.


    Lyria, unphased by the chaos around her, calmly crafted a glowing, serene lantern that floated gracefully into the air, catching the admiration of everyone around her. Kiwi and Nocthyss watched in awe as the villagers cheered for Lyria¡¯s flawless performance.


    After the festival trio decide to stay in the village until the sword is done, the the 8 days passed.


    The village was alive with the hum of the festival as the trio walked back to Forgeheart''s shop. After 8 days, they were eager to finally see the result of their request. As they approached the blacksmith''s forge, the flickering flames illuminated the workshop''s interior, and Forgeheart was just finishing up his work.


    The bell above the door chimed as they entered, and the familiar sound of the hammer striking metal echoed in the room. Forgeheart stood by his anvil, the newly crafted sword resting on the stone counter before him. He turned, meeting their gaze with a proud, knowing smile.


    ¡°Well, here it is,¡± Forgeheart said, his voice soft yet brimming with pride. ¡°The sword you asked for.¡±


    Kiwi¡¯s breath caught as he saw the weapon before him. The sword was beautiful, the hilt crafted from a mix of dragon scale and dwarven steel, its deep crimson hue catching the firelight. The blade itself shimmered with an ethereal glow, almost as if it had a life of its own. The mana-infused runes along the blade pulsated softly, radiating an eerie yet powerful aura. It was clear that this was no ordinary weapon¡ªit was something special.


    Kiwi stepped forward, his fingers itching to touch it, his heart pounding. ¡°It looks¡­ incredible.¡± His voice faltered as he examined it closer, feeling an almost magnetic pull to the blade.


    Forgeheart chuckled, clearly pleased by Kiwi¡¯s reaction. ¡°It¡¯s yours now, lad. But this blade will need care and focus. It¡¯s not just a sword¡ªit¡¯s a vessel. It will grow stronger with you, fed by your mana. And if you nurture it, who knows what it will become in time. A legendary weapon, perhaps.¡±


    Kiwi gently lifted the sword from its resting place, feeling its weight and balance. It was perfectly crafted, fitting his grip as if it had always been meant for him. As his fingers wrapped around the hilt, a sudden warmth coursed through him, a surge of energy pulsing from the sword itself.


    Nocthyss, standing behind him, leaned in with a raised brow. ¡°I can feel it,¡± she murmured. ¡°This sword¡ªit¡¯s connected to you.¡±


    Lyria, her arms folded with a thoughtful expression, nodded. ¡°It¡¯s¡­ alive, in a way. The magic is woven into it, just as it is in you.¡±


    Kiwi turned the sword in his hands, testing its weight, and a small smile crept onto his face. ¡°I don¡¯t know what to call it. It feels like¡­ it should have a name.¡±


    Forgeheart¡¯s gaze grew soft, his eyes distant. ¡°Names are important. They give life to a weapon, make it something more than just a tool. It¡¯s as much a part of you as you are of it.¡±


    There was a long pause as Kiwi pondered the sword in his hands. He felt an immense connection to it¡ªsomething ancient, something powerful, something that would grow alongside him on his journey. He knew then what to call it.


    ¡°Soulbinder,¡± he said quietly, as if the sword itself whispered the name to him. ¡°A sword that binds not only souls, but destiny itself.¡±


    Nocthyss and Lyria exchanged glances, both surprised by the name, but it felt right.


    ¡°Soulbinder¡­¡± Forgeheart repeated softly, nodding in approval. ¡°A fitting name for a weapon with such power. It will serve you well, lad. Remember, it is not just a sword¡ªit is a companion. It will grow stronger with you. Just as you¡¯ll grow stronger with it.¡±


    Kiwi looked at Soulbinder in his hands, the weight of the blade now not just physical, but symbolic. His journey was only just beginning, and this sword would be by his side, a silent yet constant presence.


    ¡°I¡¯ll take care of it,¡± Kiwi said, his voice full of determination. ¡°Thank you, Forgeheart. This sword will not be forgotten.¡±


    The blacksmith gave a small nod, his expression one of quiet pride. ¡°Take good care of it. It¡¯ll be a weapon of legend one day.¡±


    As Kiwi sheathed Soulbinder at his side, he felt a newfound strength and resolve. With his sword and his companions by his side, he was ready to face whatever came next in his journey. The world was changing, and Soulbinder would help him shape its future.


    Kiwi, feeling a sudden curiosity about the history of heroes, asked, "I¡¯ve heard stories about a hero who brought peace to all the species. What can you tell me about that?"


    Forgeheart¡¯s expression grew distant, and he took a slow breath, as if recalling a story long passed. "Ah, that hero¡­" he began, his voice calm and reflective. "Thousands of years ago, when our world was on the brink of destruction, when species fought and war seemed inevitable, a hero appeared. He was the ray of hope. His strength and wisdom united us all, ending the war and bringing peace to the land. His deeds are remembered in every corner of this world."


    Kiwi listened intently, leaning closer. "What happened to this hero? Was he a great warrior?"


    "More than that," Forgeheart said, his voice filled with quiet pride. "He saved lives, countless lives¡ªdragons, demons, humans, and every species that had been torn apart by fear and hate. The old stories say that my grandfather, a young dragon back then, used to idolize the hero, hoping to meet him one day, even after his death." Forgeheart paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "My grandfather never did meet him, but he always believed that if we ever met someone like him again, we¡¯d be blessed."


    With the sword now complete and its name chosen, Kiwi, Lyria, and Nocthyss set out once more on their journey. The Festival of Emberlight might have been a memory now, but the path ahead was one of great significance, and with each step, they grew closer to the truth of what was to come.