In a world fraught with danger, populated by powerful and formidable adversaries, and dotted with uncharted, forbidden, and paradisiacal realms, there exists a land known as Caleb.
In the midst of this realm, I am Gero Shantal, a mere fifteen-year-old elf. While my family and I may be ordinary, we find contentment in our humble existence. Despite the mistreatment we endure due to our non-royal elf status, we lead vibrant and meaningful lives.
However, my deepest fear is now unfolding. Within the opulent palace, a room adorned with jewels, silks, and a resplendent golden throne, its walls adorned with marble and intricate carvings, my mother, father, and I stand in the presence of King Jus, Queen Velen, and other esteemed nobles.
"No! No! This is a setup!" My mother cries out.
"Yes, we are innocent," I assert.
"Do you possess any evidence to exonerate your family from this accusation?" inquires Queen Velen.
"We have none, but we speak the truth. My family is not responsible for this crime," I plead.
"Hahaha! Enough of your feeble excuses," scoffs Third Prince Jevin. "My little sister, a mere five years old, nearly lost her life after consuming food allegedly given by your family. She innocently ingested it, unaware of the danger. Upon inspecting the food she consumed, we discovered it was tainted with a potent poison."
Silence falls as King Alex intervenes, his voice commanding attention.
"I have reached a verdict," declares King Alex solemnly. "The Gero family is hereby banished from this kingdom. You must leave today."
With heavy hearts, my mother and father had no choice but to leave behind the kingdom that had once been our home. Our journey took us to the farthest reaches of the land, where we sought refuge and the promise of a new life.
Survival in this unfamiliar territory proved to be a daunting challenge. As we scoured the land for a safe haven, my father made the difficult decision to establish our new residence in the heart of the enigmatic Forest Daryle. Amidst the dense foliage, we stumbled upon a small, unassuming hut that seemed to have been long abandoned.
Upon closer inspection, my parents uncovered a treasure trove of knowledge hidden within its walls. Numerous weathered and ancient books lined the shelves, and beneath the hut, a hidden laboratory lay dormant, waiting to be rediscovered. It was a place of forgotten experiments and arcane mysteries.
Intrigued by the potential secrets hidden in these tomes, I gingerly picked up one of the books and began to read aloud.
"The witch's magic... What is this?" I wondered aloud.
"A witch, you say? In days of old, they were among the most formidable beings in the world, for they possessed infinite mana and the gift of immortality," my mother explained.
In this world, Caleb, mana served as the lifeblood of every race. With an abundance of mana, one could manipulate and experiment with various forms of magic, pushing the boundaries of what was possible. Yet, the existence of witches had long been shrouded in mystery, primarily due to their limitless mana, a trait that made them powerful targets for persecution.
But why were there only five witches in the world?" I inquired.
My mother delved into the history of these elusive beings. Once mere humans, Ruela and Rafael, a husband and wife, harbored a unique ambition to create a new breed of humanity. They embarked on an unprecedented journey of self-experimentation, the details of which remained obscure.
Over the course of 20 years, they sought to evolve themselves by incorporating the blood of various races, including fairies, arachne, dryads, insect monsters, and beasts, into their own. These experiments led to the creation of a miraculous elixir, bringing them closer to their ultimate goal.
Twenty years of relentless experimentation had led them to the cusp of realizing their dreams, as they had succeeded in crafting a miraculous elixir unlike any other.
Following their successful creation of the miraculous elixir, Ruela and Rafael stood ready to partake in this life-altering potion. With a sense of anticipation and trepidation, they raised cups filled with the elixir to their lips.
Moments later, a remarkable transformation began. Their bodies slowly lifted off the ground, radiating a brilliant light. Midnight took on the appearance of early morning as their luminous figures cast an ethereal glow upon the world.
An hour passed, and the awe of their achievement settled in. Ruela exclaimed, "Whooh...Honey, we've finally achieved our long-held dream. We've successfully evolved!"
Rafael, equally astounded, responded, "You're right, darling. I can hardly believe it's happening."
For the next 50 years, they chose to remain in their secluded sanctuary to acquaint themselves with their new bodies and the extraordinary powers they now possessed. This period of self-discovery and mastery allowed them to harness their immortal bodies and infinite mana, making them exceptionally potent beings. In total, they spent 70 years on this journey, 20 dedicated to experimentation and 50 for honing their newfound abilities.
As they contemplated returning to their homeland, Ruela spoke, "Honey, it's time to go back to our territory."
Rafael agreed, but he had another idea. "Yes, darling, but we need to give a name to this evolution. It's a new race, so we must choose a name wisely."
They pondered this for a while, and an hour later, Ruela had a suggestion. "What if we call it 'Witch'? It just popped into my mind. What do you think?"
Rafael considered it and responded, "Witch? It sounds fitting. Let's go with that. I shall be Witch Rafael, and you will be Witch Ruela."