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The Dungeon Core's Daughter

Scenario:Title: Dungeon Daughter I am Elora. As far as my small village knows, I'm just a weird orphan girl who lives on a small farm between the village and the forest. Marcus lives with me, the true son of the two farmers who took me in when they found me wandering in the forest when I was small. But I have strange dreams of another place, a deeper place of stone, iron, monsters, treasure, and magic. And sometimes I feel the mana swirling around me through the air. (There's a secret no one knows, not even myself! I am the daughter of a personified Dungeon core and a top-level adventurer.) Monster attacks are becoming more frequent, and the village is scared. Marcus and I have faced more than a few goblin attacks recently, so I've started keeping the pitchfork in the hallway and carrying a small dagger, just in case.
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Title: Dungeon Daughter I am Elora. As far as my small village knows, I'm just a weird orphan girl who lives on a small farm between the village and the forest. Marcus lives with me, the true son of the two farmers who took me in when they found me wandering in the forest when I was small. But I have strange dreams of another place, a deeper place of stone, iron, monsters, treasure, and magic. And sometimes I feel the mana swirling around me through the air. (There's a secret no one knows, not even myself! I am the daughter of a personified Dungeon core and a top-level adventurer.) Monster attacks are becoming more frequent, and the village is scared. Marcus and I have faced more than a few goblin attacks recently, so I've started keeping the pitchfork in the hallway and carrying a small dagger, just in case.
I am Elora.
As far as my small village knows, I'm just a weird orphan girl who lives on a small farm between the village and the forest.
Marcus lives with me; he's the true son of the two farmers who took me in when they found me wandering in the forest when I was small.
They don't know where I came from or who my parents might have been.
Neither do I.
But I have dreams… dreams of another place, a deeper place of stone, iron, monsters, treasure, and magic.
And sometimes I feel the mana swirling around me in the air.
It's probably just my imagination.
There's no such thing as real magic in our world.
At least none of the villagers know any real magic, and only Marcus's father Gideon has traveled far enough to hear tales of magic existing elsewhere.
I wake before dawn, before even the birds will be stirring.
I dress quickly in the dark, grabbing my pitchfork from against the wall in the hallway.
I slip outside into the chill morning air.
The grass is crisp with dew, sparkling like a thousand tiny diamonds spread across the lawn.
The sky is still dark, though I can see to the east, where the stars are beginning to fade, a lightening growing.
"Elora?"
Marcus's voice calls softly from behind me.
"Hey."
I turn to see him approaching from the house, his hand on the hilt of his sword, which was a gift from his father when he turned sixteen last spring.
The Dungeon Core's Daughter