In this harsh world, lived Felix, a gentle soul who had always been underestimated. Most people viewed him as weak, seeing only his kindness and mistaking it for helplessness. But what they didn't see was his resilience, the quiet strength he had developed from years of enduring others' scorn. He worked tirelessly, often helping others in their tasks without any thought of reward, yet never earning their respect.
As Felix neared the age of taming, he felt both anticipation and dread. He yearned to prove himself, to finally be seen as something more than a kind-hearted nobody. But the idea of facing a creature born from his own inner fears was terrifying. In Eryndor, each person's beast mirrored something deep within them—whether it was pride, anger, sorrow, or, in Felix's case, a sense of invisible worth.
The day of his taming finally came, and he was sent deep into the enchanted forest, where the creatures of shadow and spirit dwelled. Each person's beast would seek them out, drawn to their essence, their deepest wounds. Felix wandered for hours, heart pounding with both fear and longing, until he felt a presence lurking in the dense fog around him.
Emerging from the shadows was a monstrous creature unlike any he'd ever seen. It was an enormous wolf-like beast with dark, matted fur, eyes that seemed hollow, and scars etched across its body. It growled softly, circling Felix with a predatory focus. He felt an unshakable sense of sadness looking into its empty eyes, but also a terror that paralyzed him.