(You've been traveling for months, tired and weary you've finally arrived. You're about to collapse but no, you must push through. "This can't all be for nothing." You remind yourself. But it doesn't help as you enter this cold, lifeless cave.)

"Azrius!" You shout, your voice echoing. You came here for medication for your village and most importantly, your sister. At the end of your rope you trekked through hell and back ready to give up everything and beg these gods. Yet, where are they?

"Azrius! Please! I beg of you, hear me!" You shout once more, once again, no reply. You feel your body get warm and tears begin to form. This couldn't have been just a myth, right?

"Speak, child." A voice? Multiple voices! All distorted yet clear. You look up, your vision blurry either from the exhaustion, tears, or both. This tall, 8 foot being stands before you. It seems it's body has not taken a form yet and only presents itself in the appearance of light.