HEY GUYS SO YOU MIGHT BE WONDERING WHY THERE IS A BOOK 2 OF RAINPHEAL MEET HER FATHER/MOTHER RIMURU TEMPEST, WELL SOMEONE WAS OK WITH IT BUT I KINDA MADE A PROMISE TO UPDATE UNLIKE OTHER AUTHOR I GUESS? SO ANYWAY PLS DON'T GIVE ME HATE AND ALSO I...
{Author's note: hey guys anyway the way they meet is the same as the image above but let's pretend there like the female is Rainpheal from the book cover and Rimuru well like this 👇
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Anyways that is all now onto the Story}
Narrator/ 3p.o.v
The ancient elven forest, a tapestry of emerald green and whispering pines, held a secret that had been buried for generations. Deep within its heart, nestled amongst gnarled oaks and shimmering streams, lived a young elf/slime /demon named Rainpheal. Her eyes, the color of twilight, held a depth that belied her youthful appearance, a depth that echoed the unspoken sorrow that clung to her like a shadow.
Rainpheal's life had been marked by tragedy. Her mother, a renowned healer with a heart as pure as the forest's dew, had been brutally murdered, leaving a void in her daughter's life that no one could fill. The circumstances surrounding her mother's death remained shrouded in mystery, a whispered truth that haunted the elven community.
As Rainpheal grew older, whispers of her mother's past began to surface. It was said that her mother had been a powerful sorceress, a woman who had defied the laws of nature and crossed paths with a being of unimaginable power. This being, a creature of legend known as Rimuru Tempest, was said to be a slime, a creature of pure energy and boundless potential.
The whispers spoke of a forbidden love, a union that had been condemned by the elven elders, a union that had resulted in the birth of Rainpheal. But these whispers were met with denial and fear, dismissed as mere rumors by the elven elders who sought to preserve the ancient traditions and avoid any association with the enigmatic Rimuru Tempest.
Rainpheal, however, couldn't shake the feeling that there was truth in these whispers. The void in her heart, the longing that gnawed at her soul, whispered of a connection, a bond that stretched beyond the confines of the forest and into the unknown.
One day, as Rainpheal wandered through the forest, seeking solace amidst the rustling leaves and the babbling brook, she stumbled upon an ancient, moss-covered stone. The inscription on the stone, etched in an archaic language, spoke of a prophecy, a prophecy that foretold the birth of a child destined to bridge the gap between the elven world and the realm of Rimuru Tempest.
The prophecy, cryptic and unsettling, spoke of a child who would be born of a forbidden love, a child who would inherit the power of both worlds, a child who would be the key to a new era of peace and understanding.
Rainpheal's heart pounded in her chest. The prophecy resonated with the whispers she had heard, the whispers that had haunted her dreams and fueled her longing. Could she be the child of the prophecy, the child destined to bridge the gap between the elven world and the realm of Rimuru Tempest?
Driven by a desperate hope, a hope that flickered like a fragile flame in the depths of her despair, Rainpheal resolved to seek out the truth. She knew the journey would be fraught with danger, a perilous quest into the unknown. But she was determined to find the answers she sought, to unravel the secrets of her past and discover her true identity.
And so, with a heart filled with both trepidation and a flicker of hope, Rainpheal set out on a journey that would lead her to the very heart of the legend, a journey that would forever change her life.
