I remember the way I felt when I first set foot in Lith Harbor. The music quietly welcoming me, a new comer to the island of Victoria. Guiding me through the small white harbour town, towards my next adventure. Leading me to learn about the ways of magic, high up in the trees of Ellinia, under the wisdom of Grendel.

Without a care in the world, battling the green slimes, even higher above the city of Ellinia. To take care of the hardships the fairies of Ellinia had to go through because of the little pests. To be welcomed back after every adventure, with them being grateful for my help, it felt great. Awarding me with kindness and a bit of Mesos to get through the day. To keep my health and energy up by buying potions, so that I could venture deeper inside the forest, without realizing that I had become more and more experienced. I was gaining wisdom and maturing as a person. I had become, a stronger magician.

One day, I had reached a point of experience that had granted me an important quest by Grendel. He wished for me to collect for him 30 marbles at the edge of the forest. A long and dreading quest it was, but I had succeeded and was granted the 3 choices any magician of my status attained.

Fire and poison, ice and lightning, or someone who cared for others. Someone who did not care for the power the other two mages would carry with them. This particular thing, sparking my interest. The correct term seemed to be a Cleric. They weren't considered strong among all of the classes I heard of. Yet, they were respected. Their path seemed tough disregard their power not being as immense as the others. The people becoming Cleric would help those in dire needed of that gentle pull back to the living, leaving the edge of their graves. A cleric helped.

Yes, I had made up my mind. There was no discussion left. I had needed no more time to tell Grendel what I wished for. I had chosen the path, of a Cleric.

Shortly after I had decided to leave Ellinia. The town's people were saddened by my choice. It didn't matter that my past travels to other parts of Victoria had taken me far. Sometimes my quests would take me to as far as the other side of the island. The city named Kerning. Yet also to as close as our neighboring town Perion. The journey ahead of me though, was by far more dreading and long compared to any of my journeys before combined.

I was strong enough, to venture even further than I had before. I had decided. Victoria became too small for me. I had to travel to a point where others I had never met before, were in dire need of my help. I knew deep down, that new recruits of Grendel would shortly take my spot and the towns people would no longer have need for me.

Knowing what was ahead of me, I set foot to the Ellinian station. I was aware of the stories of the journey ahead of me. A larger continent, where only the strongest would dare to set foot. Ossyria, a place that made Victoria look as tiny as my hometown of Maple island. I was about to explore a land I would not have any troubles with finding new places to see. Victoria I knew so well, that I could navigate through it blindly.

I walked towards one of the highest points of Ellinia. Just one stop before arriving at Grendel's home. The station. I was at first amazed. I had never dared to even look what the station would look like. To a lesser surprise, it was very crowded. Diversity caught me off guard, yet I was soon wandering around following my curiosity to really be bothered by the fear I had harbored for this new experience.

I had only known fellow mages. Of course, I had seen a few of the other classes walking about in their hometowns. Yet I had never dared to imagine to find this many different kinds of people to be in one place. People not of a high enough level to venture into Ossyria, those who were ridiculing them and those who felt kinder, looking for friends.

I walked through the crowd while waving goodbye to the kind town's people. I felt a piece of myself being left behind. The town's people were always kind to me. They had supported me for so long while I studied along the side of other young mages under Grendel.

It was not long before the ship had arrived. This was it. What would be ahead of me? Would the road be bumpy, or would it be easy and peaceful like I had experienced already in the comfort of Victoria? I took my first steps onto the gigantic wooden ship. Amazed by the flying monster it was. Amazed by the difference in culture I saw aboard. People speaking in languages way above my young mind's understanding. I knew from then on, that this trip would be a change for me. A big change.

We will never feel the way we felt when we first set foot into Lith Harbor, when we walked to Ellinia to practice magic under the wise Grendel, when we fought slimes high up in the trees without a care in the world.

We will never go back to the times we had. We can no longer experience what we had. No, at this point in time we have to become stronger and the strength we seek, is only there for the rich and conceited. For those who have no interest in keeping their loved ones safe. For those who don't mind hurting others and being unfair.

I guess that is what we have become. Spineless puppets, blinded by power and money.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's go back. Far back, to when our biggest worry was the Crimson balrog taking us captive while we were traveling towards Ossyria.