Shalti had a dream.
A dream.
In her haze, she seemed to cross the tunnel the Ancestor Dragon had spoken of.
She walked backward along the banks of the river of time.
And returned to the moment she fell from the starry sky.
The earth burned with boundless flames at her arrival.
The heat waves and storms she stirred up swept across the verdant land.
One terrified creature after another flashed through her young eyes.
She read the fear in their expressions-
She was a falling star that tore across the sky and crashed into the wasteland.
An elf who brought disaster and chaos.
"That's not true..." She reached out, and the storm scattered before her eyes.
It became a lonely wind, drifting through gaps between branches.
No living creature dared approach, afraid of becoming a dead soul in her hands.
The wandering breeze had nowhere to return to, drifting through dreams of home.
No living creature was willing to accept her, until the tide of chaos came-
"You have the power to save the world."
"But this isn't my home. Why should I sacrifice myself to save it?"
"Yes, as you say. That's why I hope you can teach me how to control chaos. My wife will stay here with you, my children will respect you in the future, and I'll do everything I can to learn from you-as a friend."
She rejected the missions forced upon her.
She was a selfish elf who ran away.
"I just want somewhere to belong."
She decided to embark on an adventure. She faced hardships and dangers head-on, answering insults with magic.
She searched for books about ships and reached the shanties of Dragon Gold City.
"You're looking for magic that will take you home? That's beyond my experience, but perhaps our