The story begins from when I sat alone in the school hall, lost in thoughts of Anya's smile the way her hair caught the light like spun gold in the afternoon sun. I wondered if I'd ever be brave enough to confess my feelings.The air felt electric cold, thin layer of shimmering dust coated every surface, unsettling in its stillness. The electrically cold raised goosebumps on my arm and sent a shiver down my spine. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, a portal appeared, glowing with blue lights so intense it momentarily blinded me. The world dissolved into swirling vortex of blue light, and as I stumbled back, disoriented, I felt a tugging sensation both physical and emotional pulling me irresistibly, towards the swirling blue vortex. Then, a voice whispered from within, clear as a bell despite the chaos, Anar come to me, it is your destiny.

I stepped forward to touch it, but then my teacher came rushing in and shouted, "Don't touch it! It looks dangerous!" But the voice within held me captive. It promised me a chance to fulfill my true potential. I couldn't resist. The moment I did, a strange, almost magnetic electric energy pulled me in, its magnetic force was inescapable. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. Gravity seemed to shift around me. The air inside the portal felt ethereal, like I was moving through a dream beyond reality, so many different colors revolved around me, space and time twisting and warping around me. The faint voice in my head kept whispering. Anar fear not. I'm here to guide thee. 

Then, I landed in a royal chamber. swirling light pulsed, like a thousand suns condensed into one point, filled the chamber, almost blinding me. It was a heavenly radiance, warm and intense, as my eyes adjusted, I saw her. The Goddess of light. The air was redolent with combined fragrance of a thousand jasmine and rose blossoms, yet the temperature remained temperate, neither warm nor cool. Beneath my feet, the floor gleamed, a polished expanse of marble reflecting the chamber's radiant light. Giant pillars, intricately carved and reaching towards the high ceiling, lined chamber walls, adding to the sense of grandeur.

Her blonde hair shone like moonlight, her beauty rivaling Aphrodite, the most radiant of all goddesses in Greek mythology. Every word she spoke was like a lullaby, mesmerizing and gentle. Anyone could fall in love with her. It felt surreal. I had never believed in gods before, yet here I was lost in confusion, struggling to grasp the impossible reality before me.

She said, "I'm Valeria, Goddess of Light. Do not fear, mortal. I'm here to guide thee, to illuminate thy path. Thou hast journeyed far. Thou shalt succeed in the role of Aerandir Sunblade."

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I was in fathomless confusion. I asked, "Why me?"

She said, "This is thy fate. Thou art the chosen one."

I said, chosen? Right. Sure. There's always a chosen one in these stories, isn't there? But I'm not buying it. This has got to be some kind of mistake. I'm definitely no a hero.

Valeria gaze intensified. I have chosen thee. Thou possessest the potential required for this scared task, a potential that eludes all others. This is not a matter of chance but destiny.

My breath hitched. Destiny? The word felt heavy foreign. Me?

"Thou wilt know in time. She continued, her voice resonating with power. I grant thee the strength Aerandir's arm, the speed of his strike, and the tactical brilliance that made him legend on the battlefield, the once king of Yalinya. 

A wave of dizziness washed our me. The room seemed to spin. As powerful as Aerandir? I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Then, Valeria's hands, radiating an intense, almost blinding light, moved toward me. As they passed over my body, a surge of power coursed through me, electrifying every nerve. My muscles tensed with newfound strength, and a sense of swiftness, like a current of energy, flowed through my limbs.

My breath hitched as I flexed my fingers, testing the my newfound strength that surged through me. A grin tugged at the corner my lips, a flicker of exhilaration. But it died quickly. Valeria's words echoed in my mind; destiny chosen one. My stomach twisted. This wasn't a game. This was a real. And it was heavy. A weight settled on my shoulders, not crushing me, but present. A constant reminder. I looked down at my hands, clenching them into fists. The unease was still there, a low hum beneath the surface. But something else had shifted. A resolve. I didn't understand what lay ahead, but I wouldn't back down. I had to do this.

Gently, Valeria spoke. Now, thou shalt journey onward, to fulfill thy destiny. Her voice, though gentle, held an undeniable authority. I shall transport thee to Yalinya, a land of cold, crisp air and boundless beauty. Through its valleys and ancient cities flows a rich tapestry of history and culture, a legacy of great warriors and noble knights.

Shimmering portal materialized before me. Go fourth, Valeria commanded, and succeed in thy destiny. I stepped through the gateway, yet this transition felt unlike any I had experienced before. I found myself in a small town, nestled within a landscape of breathtaking beauty. The air was pristine, cleaner than any I had ever breathed, and melodious chirping birds filled the air. It was a scene reminiscent of the medieval age, a world I had only dreamed of visiting. Discovering a few gold coins within my pocket. I made my way to the town's tavern.

Author's note: 

Thank you for reading first chapter of Isekai: The Sunblade's destiny. I'm so excited to finally share this story with you. A quick note: the story, characters, world of Isekai: The Sunblade's destiny an entirely my own creation. I used AI writing tools for solely for refining phrasing and ensuring good pacing. I'm eager to hear your thoughts and feedbacks in comments below!