The prologue to a certain game.
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An ordinary wizard, ----. An ordinary wizard living in a villa in the mountains near a small village.
Beloved by the spirits, ----. A spirit mage who embodies winter.
The wizard was kind to people. The villagers always looked forward to her visits —
so when the wizard said she would shatter the world, truly nobody believed it.
Whether it was truth or lie, they insisted she would never do such a thing, that she was not that kind of person.
The wizard wept. She said she didn't want to die, that she wanted to live. That she wanted to live with them forever.
Seeing her like that, the villagers rose up. To them, wizards were forces of nature — if nature itself was going to end the world, shouldn't they accept that order? It was not the wizard who would destroy the world, but nature itself abandoning it.
The wizards who opposed a wizard being executed by non-wizards erased all memory of the wizard.
The villagers, those who sought to execute her — everyone forgot the wizard.
Astonishingly, even the wizard herself forgot. In her place, they brought a version of her soul from a parallel world. From a world without magic — an ordinary person who did not know how to love.
You must not love.
If the wizard destined to destroy this world were to love the world —
then,
that person would want to die.
The wizard loved herself too much and turned away from everything to leave,
but that person will live here for eternity.
Others were born with talents beyond magic,
but you, chosen so carefully,
cannot leave this place,
because no soul fits.
Someday you will long for death.
I will summon those who can kill you,
from the world you came from,
for you.
