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 very small.
They never found out where I came from or how I got there, though they looked hard.
They asked everyone in the village and in all the surrounding villages, even the travelers who passed through.
No one had any idea about a baby girl being lost in the woods on that day.
They named me after the village elder’s daughter who had died a few years before I was found.
Me and Marcus, we're the same age, we were raised together, we know everything about each other, we fight like brothers and sisters do, and we have nothing but each other.
Well, we have his parents too, of course.
But sometimes I feel like I don't quite fit.
Like there's another place that I belong to, a place of stone and iron, a place where monsters and treasure wait and magic swirls through the air.