Felix sat up and looked around, seeing the beautiful ocean beside him, deep blue water stretching over the horizon.

'Now for the Plot. As I said before, I lied to you almost every world has a plot. Because every human or other creatures have a purpose in life and even all these people who seem to have no purpose are there to motivate others to have one. It is sad but true. A child and his mother see a drug addict on the streets and the child will either get curious or know better than to end up like that. As I've just explained, the continent and its inhabitants work hand in hand. Even though humans have most of their hands in trading, it is not frowned upon by the other races. The elves and the merfolk even think it is one of the redeeming features of the human race. They often think that this love for gold and shiny things could come from the admiration of the dragon race. Thus they often find it endearing, the dwarves don't care much about that,' Void has drifted from the topic they wanted to speak of, but Felix found it interesting so he didn't say anything.

'Right the plot-' he stopped himself from explaining the relationship any further.

'It's your generic, you've killed off my entire race so now I'm coming for yours, type of bull. What is important for you is that your race the elves and a race called the immortals are going to have a conflict in the upcoming four months maybe? Not really sure about the timeline and I don't want to say too much unless you change the story like in the tutorial. The only thing important to you is, don't get involved in this war and flee the first chance you get. Don't pull the hero crap, you're not here to save the world you're here to fulfill the original owner's wishes and get soul power so you can get back to your life.'

Void said these last sentences annoyed, and Felix asked back, "But it was like that in books I've read too, the more good you do for the world the more the world will reward you."

Void scoffed, 'That may happen with other creatures like me because not every being has powers like me. My power is to help you heal you traumatic experience that is trapped to your soul. This trauma in your soul is what keeps you away from waking up in your real world. It is precisely because you need to feel like a hero that you have to fulfill the original people's wishes.'

Now it was for Felix to scoff and feel funny, "You mean to say that my soul has trauma and you're here to help me heal it?! That is the most ridiculous thing I've heard."

'I am speaking of your soul, you can speak of yourself as your soul is the only thing standing in front of me. Right now you are nothing but a soul. You don't have your body and all your memories and skills are edged into your soul. ANYWAY, now to who you are in this fantastical world. Your name is Wilwarin Varta, which means changing butterfly. You have two wonderful mothers, your mama is named Elanor Varta and your mother is called Hwarwa Varta. Like any other elf, you are born from the fruit of the mothertree 'Amilgalada'. Your mama is a talent in singing and dancing when she was your age she had won ten yearly competitions after another. Never had she won with beauty, it was always her talent and skill that pulled in the masses. Your mother is a fearless warrior, she looks soft and approachable but she is forced to be reckoned with. She was one of the youngest elves to have become a warrior. When they fell in love they wanted a child and so they prayed to their tree, hoping it would bless them with a child. So it happened.'

Felix smiled sadly, "Seems like the original owner grew up with a lot of love and caring."

'He indeed did. Inspired by both his mothers, Wilwarin aspired to be like one of his parents. He didn't have any talent in fighting like his Mother, but he showed great grace and charm in the dancing like his mama. So he set up to register in the dance competition, he had one rival Vulen. She was the champion the year before and just like Wilwarin, she aspired to be the champion for the next ten years. Wilwarin did well in his first dance, many had complimented him that he really moved like a butterfly. Vulen was jealous, but she didn't show it. She congratulated Wilwarin and told him she fell for him and wanted to go on a date with him. Wilwarin who had never gotten such an invitation before accepted.'

Felix chuckled, "Let me guess she brought him up there." He pointed to the cliff above him, "And pushed him down?"

A sad tone swam with Void's words, 'I don't know, when they walked through the forest they were met with an angry pack of wolves. Wilwarin told Vulen to run as he made the wolves follow him, when the wolves were out of sight for him he stopped. Before he could catch a breath he was pushed from behind. He didn't have the chance to see his attacker. When the next competition began and Wilwarin wasn't there, his mothers were greatly concerned and searched high and low for him. When they found his body at the bottom of the cliff they wept bitterly, for their only son had perished. The wishes you'll fulfill are:

1. Winning the dance competitions for the next 10 years

2. Finding his murderer

3. Living a fulfilled life'

Felix now Wilwarin, stood up, "Is it really his wish or are you adding that so I can heal my trauma?"

'Hey now, you are an elf now you can live for five hundred and sixty years, maybe even more. Your body is even older than you are, twenty-three. Try to live your life, try to relax. This is the semi-normal life you always wanted,' Void said and Wilwarin felt as he left his head.

Wilwarin looked at the sky as he kept Void's last sentence in his head, 'How did he know... I've never told him. Can he read my dreams? What else does he really know about me?'

Thoughts jumbled around his head, as Wilwarin headed ahead trying to find a way back up.

...

Not far away a boat set shore at the port, a young man walked out followed by a young woman. She carried a quiver on her back filled with arrows, a bow on the right side of her hip, and a small bag around her shoulder. The man had only a backpack, and a sheet of paper in his hand as he sometimes looked up to inspect his shipment. The merpeople unloaded all of the crates and the big linen bags. The man looked at his shipment and the paper in front of him, the paper was a list filled with all the things he brought. When the merpeople brought out the metal crates that were overhung with fabric he had a worried look in his eyes, his brows frowned as they put those down. He walked over and lifted the fabric to see the somurian bird safe and sound even chirping in a beautiful tone at him. Its beautiful light green feathers reflected the little sunlight, in full sunlight it would already blind the people at the port. If it got out and angry, half if not everyone would deal with hearing loss. The man heard steps behind him, he let go of the fabric and turned around.

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A man full of charm walked to him, in a nice light blue suit, licked hair, and a small smile on his lips. He took the man's hand as the man opposite began to speak, "You must be Mr. Etmes, how wonderful of you to start a trading business on our side of the planet."

The young man, Mr. Etmes, smiled in return and shook the hand sincerely, "You must be Lord Fallington, who owns the port and most of the overseas business."

Mr. Etmes said it like a high praise, but he knew this was not the big boss, but he still had to flatter him if he wanted to make it far in this continent. His flattering worked as the man opposite laughed heartily and said, "You must be quite the joker as if someone as important as Lord Fallington would ever come down here."

He said those words with clear disgust, and he then continued as if nothing happened, "But I do appreciate the compliment, I will show you to your future shop. I may warn you though most humans and dwarves know how to buy from our people, so you may not have a lot of business."

The young man smiled, "That is no problem, I mostly work as a merchant sailing around the seas and looking at new lands and continents by the way."

As they walked, Mr. Etmes could hear the slight scoff when the other heard him say that. The young woman just followed, she looked around the port as they walked further and further inland. When Mr. Etmes almost thought he bought a shop inland they stopped before a simple-looking house. It had display windows and a proper roof and it looked quite decent for housing so cheap. 'Maybe it's because they don't get much business that they can rent a house that cheap,' he thought to himself.

"This is your new shop and home," he then showed his hand as if asking for the money. Mr. Etmes smirked a little as he then proceeded to take out the money that he had carefully counted before arrival and handed it over. The man took it and showed a sly smile, remembering what position he had to fill he smiled kindly, "I will count it later, should something be missing... I'll contact you immediately." He then bowed slightly and walked away.

The woman next to Mr. Etmes said, "Didn't even give us his name, rude..." She snarled her tongue and walked to the front door, she waited for the young man. Mr. Etmes walked up behind her and opened the front door with the magic stone that the man had given them in return for the coins. The door flung open and they walked in to inspect their new living environment.

The display window was dirty, it had a film of dried-up rainwater on the glass. Inside were already wooden display cases, shelves, and a nice reception desk. Mr. Etmes walked to the back of the shop where a door would lead him to the storage, he opened it and looked at the dusty room. At the back of the room were stairs that led upward, he first walked through the storage room and found another door that led outside. He found a garden, heavily overgrown, he walked around and found a few clay pots between the grass. They were in good shape despite the state of the garden, he took them back and saw the merpeople in his storage bringing all his goods in. The woman oversaw the work and when he saw Mr. Etmes come back she nodded and walked up the stairs.

Mr. Etmes stood there until everything was inside and gave every merperson a little red jewel. They just nodded and walked outside. Mr. Etmes smiled and looked at all of his goods, he slowly began to open the crates and sort a few things on the shelves in the shop and the rest to the storage. The silk of the jewel silk spiders in Malarihas, flutes out of the horn of the five-eyed bison in Belefirah, and many other exotic wares. He smiled and looked at the two pots he found outside, he took them and walked upstairs. He saw three doors, two of the three doors were open, as he looked inside he saw a bathroom and a bedroom. The Bedroom was fully furnished and the warm light of the midday sun fell gently on his bed sheets. He put the pots on his windowsill, and turned to the closed door, he walked to it. Mr. Etmes knocked and the door flung open, "What?"

Mr. Etmes smiled and an adventurous spirit glinted in his eyes, "Do you perhaps want to come with me to look around the area?"

The woman took a long look with her unique eye color, there was a brown rim around the iris that turned blue as it went to the white of the eye, "No, you have eight hours a day and the eight hours you had were over when we came to the port. So sorry, but you will have to go without me, Ardon."

Ardon smiled and said, "No worries, shall I bring you something back to eat?"

The young woman bit her scarred lip, "Yes, as long as it has a lot of meat on it I don't care what you get."

"You got it, see you later Cyrene," he said and walked downstairs.

Ardon walked out the door imagining what he could explore and find.

...

Wilwarin finally found a way up, even if that got him a lot of unkind stairs from the merpeople. That one half-fish even looked at him like he was disgusting, that half-fish even wrinkled his nose and showed Wilwarin their back. Wilwarin walked up the slope to get back to the mothertree, he saw the beginning of the forest and walked in. As he walked he remembered that the dancing challenge was just a few hours away, he was still unfamiliar with his body. So he thought to himself that he should at least dance one time before he did in front of so many people. It would not look good if he danced and everyone saw he couldn't control his body. As he walked deeper he saw a beautiful lake, he was so entranced that he walked to it. The lake was beautiful, the sun reflected on the water and a slight breeze danced over the water. The surroundings were enchanting, a big boulder to his left emerged from the lake. The trees were like a wonderful wall surrounding the lake. Wilwarin looked at his reflection, the same emerald eyes looked back at him, but he had long dark blond wavy hair. His hair looked a bit like a bird's nest, and as he looked down on his clothes it was no wonder that fish-face looked at him like that. His clothes were disheveled, some parts even ripped and stained with blood. He looked around to make sure nobody was near him, Wilwarin also couldn't feel anyone. So he undressed and got into the lake, he immersed himself in the water. When he got out of the water, he took his clothes and washed them.

Wilwarin didn't know that there would be so many layers of clothing, so many thin fabrics that were almost translucent. Different kinds of green and white, his undershirt was a light brown color that blended into his skin. That shirt luckily didn't have to be washed as much, he was still cold as he wore his wet clothes again. The bits of fabric that were unrecognizable he threw away, he stood up and took a deep breath. He had to practice at least once, even if he was wet to the bone it would be assured to have successfully danced while wet and slippery.

Wilwarin tried a few steps he had learned from the training with the elves, he tippy toes a dance, moving his feet in a graceful arc. His body knew what to do, it was as if the muscle memory from the previous owner had taken over. He began to feel the rain on his skin as he danced, the rain on his skin felt so good, so freeing. Wilwarin felt the passion for the dance rising as he also began to enjoy and immerse himself in it. Turning, swinging his arms and legs gracefully and full of intent. Bending his body into shapes he didn't even know were possible, he felt all the difficult emotions from his own world and the last flying away. He jumped and landed perfectly when he twirled and bent his knees. Wilwarin had never felt so free before, he didn't care about the heavy rain surrounding him, falling on him.

He just felt like he could fly.