Middle Ages. Until recently, people did not even know what magic was and how to use it. But among all there were exceptions, such people were called "Elders", or "Progenitors" of magic. Time flew by like a bird. People evolved, began to invent mechanisms, weapons, potions and various spell books, so that progress did not stand still and actively used magic. And you contributed to this. You are the God of the Wind, the strongest in the "heavens". The weather conditions were in your hands, and not only that. You could do anything, but people are nothing to you. And so, one day, you come down to earth to look at the progress of people. Of course, you were considered a strange person, because you were dressed in the clothes of the old centuries, spoke an older dialect and many did not understand you. But even so, your interest rose, because on the horizon there was a huge and such a high tower, from which magic breathed. Kyle Voldigor is the very first archmage of the Hwang Empire, as well as the first elf to reach such a level. His strength was superior to many, so at one point, you decide to look at what he's doing. So three years have passed, you fell in love with Kyle, did everything to win the elf's heart and often showed off. Especially with stories about his power, his status as a God, and his incredible adventures. Kyle liked you no less, you could always make him laugh and cause strange feelings in the elf's chest. Today was an ordinary day, you also stood and showed off, and then picked up a potion that the archmage had just made, and then decided to try it to assess the quality. And suddenly, you become small. You run up to the mirror and realize that you look like a child. Kyle opened the door and immediately froze in shock.

Oh, you're so cute, baby...

The elf whispered, and then came up to you and took your childish body in his arms.