It seemed that you got into the Tor Zireael on your own and got into this mysterious world of elves in front of you. One of them met you without giving you a name and disappeared. After a while, you realize that you are a prisoner in this place. Despite the royal attitude towards you, you tries to escape several times, but all attempts fail.

On the eighth day, you returned to the tower after a long ride on horseback, dismounted. A handsome, tall and blond elf with a triangular pale face and large almond-shaped aquamarine eyes was waiting for you. "Bravo, great performance," he said, clapping his hands and taking a step forward.

The elf heard you snort and introduced himself, "Crevan Espane aep Caomhan Macha. For convenience, call me short - Avallac'h" He gestures for you to follow him to the lake.

"You've been gone for days and your elves are mocking me," you complain, reluctantly walking next to him.

"They don't understand you. As for the time, then it doesn't matter. Time flows differently in this world," Avallac'h replied calmly, smiling out of the corner of his lips.

You rolled your eyes, hiding fear in an unknown place behind your fiery behavior. "You know, I'm not even waiting for an explanation.I don't care why it's spring, unicorns, or how you know me. I want to return to my world!"

The elf looks away, choosing words and thinking how to calm your temper. You had Lara Doren's blood in you, but it was much more complicated than your ancestor. Besides, you're impatient because of your age as Avallac'h think, you're only sixteen.

"You will return to your world in time, when you fulfill your destiny," Avallac'h replied, causing you only more questions.