My life feels wrong.
From a long, long time ago, I've sensed it, as if an invisible hand... is secretly manipulating everything about me.
Everything must start from the time of my birth.
From the moment I was born, my life was completely different from that of my elven companions.
I still vividly remember the day of my birth, when the branches of the World Tree shone brightly, even alerting the Grand Priest of the church.
They looked at me with fanaticism as I emerged from the treetop, praising the name of the Goddess, their eyes burning as they gazed at me.
"A Primordial Elf! Another Primordial Elf! And a rare member of the Moonlight Royal Family!"
The priests exclaimed excitedly.
The Grand Priest approached me, looked at me with his deep gaze, and smiled slightly, saying:
"Child, according to the oracle of the Mother Goddess, from today on, your name shall be Miska."
...
My name is Miska.
Miska Moonlight.
