"Oof." Slowly awakening from a groggy state Lumian draws his upper body upwards as he gets up. I've got to be dreamihinks to himself before pg his hand onto the solid, stony, cold ground and very clearly not his bed. What is this? Slowly turning his gaze towards the ground he realizes that his hand is toug a carved cobble textured ground freezing his fingers due to how cold it was.

  "The fuck?" Lumian excims out loud before feeling a discordah his own voice which was higher pitched in toh a bit of a squeak. Lifting his hand he clutches at his throat not finding an Adams apple where it should be before drawing his hand bato his gaze in order to scruti therefore notig how small and pale it was in pared to the past.

  "No. Nononono, Fuck, Shit FUCK this 't be happening!" Quickly rising from the ground Lumian took off into the dire of the reflective surface which uddle he edge of a damp wall revealing glowing sunlight peeking through giving enough light to illuminate his figure.

  Peering into the puddles reflective surface he make out his features such as his hazel brown hair and o blue eyes, they haven't ged and the only reisable parts of his past self as everything else has ged beyond his perceived reition as staring ba the surface was a young woman.

  This young woman had long hazel brown hair reag the middle of the lower back vibrant of colour, a small button h thin luscious red coloured lips, pierg o blue eyes that look as if they stare into the soul where long eyeshes with thin eyebrows adorn her face. After notig the facial features came the immediate attention of smooth jade-like pale skin unadorned with facial and body hair and medium sized breasts with slim body and long legs as Lumian stood bare before the puddle lost in a silent denial of a trance.

  WHOOSH

  A rge breeze causing his body to instinctively shiver snaps Lumian out of his trance making him tighten his hold onto himself. Looking around in the immediate viity he see that he is based in a rge stone room with pews strewn about some colpsed and broken with moss slowly growing on them. Sing his gaze above their are shattered pieces of stained gss windows above arches where sunlight bleeds through into the room illuminating the rge broken statue at the very front of the pews where melted wax dles adorn a stoable in which s are made.

  The statue appears to be a robe cloaked figure hiding their facial features with one arm stretched out, their palm fag upwards in an arising motion with the other arm holding onto what looks to be a stone scythe. Where am I? Where are the others? The fucks going on? pting to himself, Lumiaically starts to look around the room in hopes to find his family but seemingly finds no o himself.

  This t be happening, I'm imagining things, this isn't real, this isn't... Lumian starts to draw in heavy yet quick breathes due to hyperventiting as tears start to break out yet held ba his eyes causing the room to distort. Feeling queasy he starts to think simple thoughts, deep breathes, deep breathes, slowly, in...out...in...out.

  WHOOSH

  Another breeze goes by leading Lumian to leave the cra the wall heading closer to the statue in the room. Having time to slowly gather his thoughts into a mueeded distra he notices a rge brown, tattered robe lying half off the stoable and just beside it to its left looks to be a bck stained, leather belt.

  Drawing his hands he tentatively picked up the robe causing a piece of stained brown part to fall onto the ground. Bringing the robe over himself, Lumian realizes it must have beloer sized man as it clearly drapes over his new body that will take time getting used to making the robe seem baggy. Pig up the belt he deftly s it around his waist before bug the not psuring the robe will not slip off.

  After doing so he crouches onto the ground to carefully pick up the part paper before having a look at the tents. The nguage looked nothing like he has ever seen before yet, he seems to be able to tra just fine. How this be? This shouldn't be possible.

  The part states this;

  To the one who es across this note hear this, no matter what others say the temples of Sancta Soris, Sancta Lunaris and Sancta Terra are despicable wretches who cower by joining hands to even be able to challenge us of those who follow in the footsteps of Aeterna Mortem. They deem our birth right powers a sin, an evil that must be sed yet that is merely their narrative to remove our existence.

  We were forced to leave the sanctity of our holy city and go into hiding but there y a prophecy that is handed down upon our chosen oracles that at some point the one beyond our world will e and bee our chosen successor. That successor is you my child, we will not force you into a fight that is not your own but if you require power head South of our holy city where our aral trials are held to gain it, just know that by doing so will immediately make you an enemy of the entire world that you have been pced upon.

  Lumian, tearing his gaze away from the part closes his eyes ihought. It seems that a choice ys before me, do I heed the notes words and gain their power in order to survive or do I avoid doing so to prevent making unnecessary eaking a step back, this world is an utter unknown in terms of threats and danger and who knows what kind of enemies I could make, at least with gaining the i powers I would have a way to protect myself but that power will also be required to be hidden, Hmm.

  Opening his eyes and sighing lightly Lumian es to a decision. "No matter what having some form of power is better than none in airely unknown world and... I must find them, even if it means being the worlds enemy." This was said under a strict vi as Lumian squeezed his hands. "But first, I o carefully explore my surroundings just in case I'm missing anything."

  Spending some time, Lumian looked throughout the Church making sure that there was nothing else of use before heading to the tall arched oak wooden door that leads to the outside. Taking a deep breath Lumian pces his hand on the brass door knob turning it and pushing outwards slowly letting in the midday sunlight into the room.

  Taking in the fresh air, Lumian draws the hooded robe tighter over himself as his eyes adjust to the bright light. After doing so he notices dipidated ruins of what seemed to be buildings and homes stretg out with a rge forest in the overarg expanse.

  This is the beginning of setting out, as for that deity who forced me here, just you wait.