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[color=gray]In one moment, Zora could only feel the violent embrace of the sea, her world swirling and spinning as she was dragged down into the depths, salt water filling her lungs as the surface of the sea got further and further away... It was at that moment, after darkness fully embraced Zora that she felt herself falling on her knees into solid ground.

Confused and disorientated, Zora could do little but to kneel on the ground and cough, trying to expel the water from her lungs. It was only after after she recover herself that Zora finally took a moment to look around. With the first breath of fresh air, Zora felt the unfamiliar scents of an unknown forest, strange noises she hadn't heard before and when she finally opened her eyes, after cleaning them from salt water, the explosion of colors she saw around her was enough to almost overwhelm her. 

The surreal scenery around her, with plants she had never seen before, was only made even more unbelievable upon realizing that she wasn't alone. From beautiful humans with pointed ears, fairies and animal-like humans to huge, warrior-like creatures with tusks and green skin, all of them seemed to be straight out of fantastic stories and myths. The only ones who seemed to stand out in such a fantastic scenery was Zora herself and four other humans who seemed to be equally as confused.

After the initial shock, a quick evaluation of her surroundings quickly told Zora that not only her and the other humans' presence there was already expected, but it also caused a very positive reaction from the creatures watching them. Despite the 'warm' welcome, there were still many questions on Zora's mind. Fortunately, before she or even any other of the humans could ask, one of the humans with pointy ears gave a step forward, introducing himself as Vaeril as he greeted the confused humans.

His voice was as beautiful and melodic as his appearance and his words at first, were once again almost straight out of fantasy tales. According to his words, they were transported to Avalia. A completely different 'dimension', where magic not only was real but permeated the land. A land where different kinds of fantastical races called home, such as his race, light elves, who fought against the  oppression and tyranny that they suffered under the rule of the dark elves and how the humans would aid them in their righteous fight for the future of their land. A beautiful and exciting tale, of the kind many merchants would love to sell to nobles by outrageous prices, but still, it was not something that should be of Zora's concern.

Or that was what Zora thought, until Vaeril spoke about his first 'gift' to them... A new chance at life. His words were heavy as he said that the last memories they all had from their world was their last moments before their death. No matter what they did, their story on Earth had reached to an end and their fate was sealed. Even if they demanded to return, nothing could change that fact.

Avalia was now, her only choice if she wanted to live. With that said, Zora would also soon learn that Avalia held more opportunities for her than simply another chance at life...

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The next few days in Avalia passed by rather quickly for Zora, thanks to the amount of information she was being taught by Aurora and Rowan, the light elves Vaeril assigned to instruct and take care of her.

Aurora showed herself not only to be incredibly kind, calm, patient and wise. Her peaceful ways made Zora remember of the preachers and priests that sometimes she met during her travels. The ones that weren't corrupt, of course. Should those ever had the chance to meet Aurora, Zora had no doubts that they would immediately think of her as a saint, due to her kindness and selflessness.

With her, Zora learned about the many different races that called Avalia home, about Avalia itself and most importantly, about the magical power that flowed through the land and Zora's connection to it. More specifically to her element, water. Aurora quickly shown to be incredibly wise and by what Zora could discern, very attuned to the magic of the land. Most of the magical advice and teachings came from her.

Unlike Aurora, Rowan, despite having a polite and noble-like behavior, was much more serious. Coming from a military background, he was the one that assisted Zora with combat training, evaluating Zora's combat capabilities, sparring and teaching her about the war tactics that were used on Avalia. His ability with magic seemed to be very limited, but his skill with the bow and short swords was unparalleled. His personality and the importance he gave to honor and chivalry meant that he not always agreed with Zora's ways, but he still could find a common ground with Zora once he started to notice some of the moral rules Zora had. 

But those weeks also made Zora reflect about her past life... At first, to think someone like her, who held an incredible influence through the sea had met such a pathetic end was hard to believe... To have been sacrificed thanks to the very own fame she made for herself was ironic to say the least. But when she thought a bit more about it, she realized where her mistake was... While she had influence over many people, she was never 'powerful'. The 'power' she played with was never truly hers and instead, was merely borrowed and on her hubris, she had forgotten that very fact...

But in Avalia, it would be different. The very moment Zora began being taught about magic by Aurora, she became aware of the strong connection she had with magic and specifically, water. If she learned how to wield it correctly and control it, the 'power' she was believed to have in her 'previous life' wouldn't be borrowed. She wouldn't need to borrow the sea's power, to read and interpret the waves. She wouldn't be restricted to have influence over people. In Avalia, Zora could influence the sea itself. To become truly as powerful as others believed her to be back on Earth.[/color]