Thousands of families had entered the cave over the years. All of them were hoping their child would be the chosen one. The one to protect their realm.

The psychic, an elderly fairy, stood at the end of the cave. She was the one who would choose the protector of the realm. She could tell if they were strong enough to take on the role, but she could never predict if they would succeed. Her hair was once a vibrant blue, but over the years the color faded. It happens to all of the fairies.

A star elf woman stood at the head of the line. Cradled in her arms was a small human child wrapped in a black cloak that was too big for her. The child had light blue irises with a purple ring around the pupil. Her hair was black with streaks of violet.

"What are your names?" The psychic asked the star elf.

"She is Azura. I'm Serene," she replied.

The psychic took the child in her arms. Azura had a strong spirit. She also had powerful magic within her.

"She will be a brave protector of the human realm," the fairy told Serene.

"I knew she was meant for great things," Serene said.

In the years ahead Azura trained and honed her skills. She soon became a skilled wielder of magic.