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Elara was never built for hardship. She was built for soft things: imported silk, coffee strong enough to resurrect the dead, and mornings where the biggest threat was running late.
So naturally, she wakes up very much alone in the middle of a forest. Clothes torn, oppressive humidity clinging to her skin, and not a single trace of civilization in sight. No phone, no cash, no explanation. Just trees, dirt, and the slow, horrifying realization that she has landed in a fictional world she once watched.
Wonderful.
With no plan and deeply questionable decision-making, she does what any reasonable person would do: strolls through the gates of a village full of trained killers and declares herself a divine prophet sent to guide the Child of Prophecy.