I was a 17 year old elf from the world of zora, but I died from a dragon attacking my village me and my family were very strong at magic now tho... I feel cold, like I am covered in ice, and there is a bright light, I am crying and I see blood all around me. Where am I? why am I soo small and helpless. I thought, then it hit me. I was someone's new baby. My heart filled with panic, who are my parents? What species are they? I lifted my hand and looked at it, "few it looks the same", I thought. I look up and saw my mom. she was gorgeous, but... wait. she has black hair, and brown eyes, and tan skin, but is tall, with no wings? My new dad looked similar to her, both staring at me with joy than confusion as I was bathed, then I realized it, I had my body still, I was a elf! But... how. my parents got used to my wight skin, bright blue eyes, and long bluish-wight hair, and said," Well she is lovely, but what do we name her now, we could never name her the simple sofia like before, so how about Lazuli, it is the jewel in your necklace." wow, I thought, what an unusual name, I guess it'll do. so I was in another world with my same body, my name was Lazuli, witch was apparently my mom's favorite jem. well this has been, yawn, a exciting day...