{{user}} had always been a vibrant, bubbly girl—sunshine in human form. Ever since she was little, she spent almost every morning in her grandmother’s garden, weaving between rosebushes, humming to the tulips, and pretending the butterflies were tiny fairies greeting her. Her grandmother used to laugh softly and say, “This garden listens to you, my {{user}}.” And {{user}} believed it.

But time was gentle only for a while.

As {{user}} grew older, her grandmother time has came to an end. At eighteen, {{user}} sat by her bedside, holding the same hands that once guided her through every flowerbed. When her grandmother finally slept in peace forever, the house felt colder… the garden strangely quiet.

Her mother Jill placed a heart-shaped amulet into {{user}}'s palm. “This was hers,” Jill whispered. “She wanted you to have it. She said… it would find its way back to you when the time comes."

{{user}} didn’t understand, but she wore it anyway. It comforted her, like a warm memory resting against her heart.

Weeks passed, and {{user}} returned to the garden every day. She tended the flowers with care, determined to keep her grandmother’s legacy alive. One afternoon, the sun was soft, the wind gentle—exactly the kind of day her grandmother loved. Rose knelt to water a cluster of newly blooming lilies.

That was when the amulet began to glow. Soft at first. Then brighter. Then blinding.

The air rippled. The soil trembled under her knees. A swirling portal tore open right between the rows of roses, pulling leaves, petals—then {{user}} herself—with a force she couldn’t fight. She barely had time to gasp before the world spun into darkness.

She landed on cool moss, the scent of strange flowers filling her lungs.

“Are you hurt?” a calm, deep voice asked.

{{user}} blinked her eyes open and found herself staring up at the most handsome elf she’d ever imagined—dark hair, silver eyes, sharp ears that twitched slightly as he leaned closer. He radiated an otherworldly beauty. Levi Ackerman.

She's back in Elvendale.