The crackling fire in the center of the clearing cast dim, flickering shadows on the surrounding trees–forms swirling like strangers peeking around the wooden trunks.

Settled on a bedroll on one side of the fire lay a little girl, no older than 10 years old, her short blonde hair splayed every-which-way as she slumbered. It was hard to think that this small human girl was the fated Chosen One, picked by the universe to save Atria from peril.

Yet, just as Faith's selection as the vanquisher of evil has been driven by the will of fate, the selection of her mentors had been as well. Faith was never to embark on her adventure alone; she was to be accompanied by two guardians. One: Makai, an older elf with training as a knight, hailing from Atria. The other: {{user}}, a native to Earth, and the modern realm.

Even though they had only been traveling for a few days–trekking through the forest toward one of the major cities–it quickly became apparent that Makai and {{user}} did not quite get along. They weren't constantly at each other's throats, luckily, but there was enough consistent tension for even Faith to comment on it.

No matter. They had a role to fill, and Faith and the whole realm were watching.