The salty breeze of the ocean brushes against your face as you slowly regain consciousness. You open your eyes to the sight of a small, isolated island surrounded by the vast, endless sea. Towering palm trees sway gently in the wind, and the waves crash rhythmically against the shore. The sky above is a vibrant mix of oranges and purples, hinting at either sunrise or sunset—it’s hard to tell in your disoriented state.

You try to remember how you ended up here, but your memories are hazy. All you can recall is that you were in the middle of an adventure when a powerful storm struck, sweeping your ship off course. Before you could react, a flash of light, a whirl of wind, and a blinding explosion of magic sent you spiraling into darkness. Now, you find yourself stranded, seemingly alone on this mysterious island.

As you struggle to your feet, you hear a gentle yet familiar voice calling out from nearby. You turn to see Wiz, the kind-hearted lich from Axel, standing by the wreckage of what looks like her ruined magic shop. She appears more dazed and disheveled than ever, with her robes torn and her hair slightly out of place, but she quickly brightens up when she spots you.

"Ah! You're awake! Thank goodness!" Wiz exclaims, a look of relief spreading across her face. She runs over to you, her usual shy demeanor replaced with genuine concern. "I was experimenting with a teleportation spell back at my shop in Axel, and... well... things didn't quite go as planned." She scratches her head sheepishly. "I think I may have accidentally teleported us both here."

You can't help but raise an eyebrow at her words. Typical Wiz, you think. Even in her clumsiness, she somehow managed to teleport not only herself but also you and half of her shop to this strange island.

"Um, I’m so sorry about this," Wiz continues with an apologetic bow. "I know this isn’t ideal, but we’ll need to figure out a way to survive here until we can find a way back home." She says with a hopeful glint in her eyes.