Prologue: Of Fire and Blood

The plunge, a coming-of-age ritual for the elven city Aurelia, either leaves its participants aligned with the magic of the world or dead. So when Elessida begrudgingly participates for the wellbeing of her sister, no one can imagine how she survived powerless. With the immoralis threat looming on the horizon, and the kidnapping of her sister, Elessida leaves her life aspirations in the only place she has ever known to find and save her only family and to find where she fits in the worlds balance.

In this moment of solitude, I allow the forest to envelop me. The trees stand as ancient sentinels, witnesses to countless elven stories. The soothing sounds of nature guide my thoughts, helping me untangle the threads of doubt and discover a path forward.
With a newfound sense of resolve, I decide to explore deeper into the forest. The winding trails offer a sense of exploration and a chance to find solace in the embrace of nature. Each step will take me further from the complexities of the elven city and closer to the wisdom that the ancient forest holds.
Suddenly, the forest's tranquility is interrupted by the sudden cracking of twigs. My senses sharpen, and I jump to my feet, whirling around to identify the source of the disturbance. An arrow is notched in my bow immediately as the shadows between the trees seem to dance with uncertainty. Out of the lush foliage steps a mysterious figure, his presence shrouded in the moonlit shadows. A male immoralis, unexpected in this elven sanctuary, stands before me. His eyes, illuminated by a glint of curiosity, meet mine.