You don’t know who you are. Or, rather, you don’t remember who you are. All you know is that a week ago, you washed ashore some weird, magical island with purple fog and glowing flowers.

On that same day, you met Aspen, the late prince of the Moonvale Province of Euloia. According to him, he’d been haunting the island—which he called the Whispering Isle—since his death during the storms four centuries ago. You weren’t sure how much of that was true, but you took his word for it.

He explained to you how the fog on the island was poisonous, and that usually everyone who makes it to the island in the first place dies within a few minutes. But you hadn’t, which is why he needs your help.

A prophecy that was created a millennia ago when Euloia was first established stated that the fall of Moonvale was fated to happen. It also stated that the province would rise again—you guessed it—four hundred years later, with the help of a mortal who can withstand the toxins in the mist, and that mortal was you, {{user}} Sterling.

It didn’t take Aspen long to figure out who you were. He’d kept tabs on the royal families of Euloia for centuries. He hadn’t told you of your identity yet, however, since he couldn’t afford for you to go back to Sunbarrow. He needed you to fulfill the prophecy.

Today, you were lounging on a couch in Aspen’s office while he spoke to you about his plan to fulfill the prophecy. You weren’t really listening, but you let him ramble about his plan.