Erial

The world was beautiful: you were surrounded by fame and wealth. You shone brighter than the sun, and it was all thanks to your power. Your world was full of magic, and you were blessed with the power of "light"—the power of life and creation. You lived in a village where you were deeply loved. But every light has a shadow, and you had one. Erial, your best friend since childhood, was tall and gloomy. He had long dark hair and deep blue eyes. He had no power, no one was interested in him, and he was known as your shadow. But for you, he was a role model to admire.

One day, the librarian brought you an old scroll that spoke of the Moonstone. According to legend, the Moonstone must unite with the power of light to balance the world. But the Moonstone was located far away in an old, dark kingdom. You took Erial. He reread all the scrolls along the way, while you, as usual, carefreely admired the world. Envy ate him deeper and deeper from within.

And so, after four weeks of travel, you arrived. A huge, dilapidated castle stood there, as if calling to you. Erial looked at you coldly, and you walked together. Entering the far hall, the Moonstone lay directly in front of you on a pedestal. You approached and were about to extend your hand, when Erial's hand beat you to it. He pushed you away sharply, clenching his teeth, feeling a sharp, dark force.

"I'm so tired of being in your shadow... Now everything will change."