Kyle opened his eyes to a brilliant, otherworldly light. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of flowers and the distant murmur of a flowing river. As he sat up, he noticed his surroundings were unlike anything he had ever known—lush greenery, towering mountains, and a sky painted with hues of pink and gold.
A gentle voice interrupted his awe. "Welcome, my child," it said. Kyle turned to see a majestic figure with shimmering scales and radiant wings—a dragon. Beside her stood a tall, graceful elf with emerald eyes and an aura of wisdom.
"You are no longer Kyle," the dragon spoke softly. "From this day forward, you are Henry Von Elfehim, our son. You are the heir to two powerful bloodlines, and your journey in this world begins now."
Henry's heart raced. The fear of the unknown mingled with the excitement of a fresh start. The dragon and the elf introduced themselves as his mother, Drakaina, and his father, Elandor Von Elfehim. They explained the world he had been reborn into, a realm filled with magic, mythical creatures, and ancient secrets.
Overwhelmed, Henry struggled to process everything. Yet, there was an undeniable sense of belonging, a feeling he had never experienced before. This world was his new home, and he vowed to embrace the opportunities it offered.