My name is Doreen, Doreen Shadow.
My mother told me that my father searched for my name in the Elvish language for three days and three nights before finally deciding on it. In the Elvish language, this name means' hope 'and also' the gift of the Goddess'.
My father was a devout believer of the goddess, and he was also a powerful ranger who was well-known far and wide. Ever since I could remember, there had always been visitors to my father's house. Every time they visited, they would bring a lot of fun and delicious gifts.
I still remember before we moved, I was still living with my parents in the City of Heaven's Chosen. It was the largest and most spectacular city in the world, there were towering towers and flying magic trains everywhere.
At that time, almost every day, there would be new guests visiting my father day and night, which even gave him a headache.
The deepest impression was my father's lack of sleep for a long time, his eyes were always bloodshot and heavy dark circles, as well as his helpless expression when he was woken up in the middle of the night by knocking on the door.
I clearly remember my dad sighing and complaining to my mom more than once. He said that these shameless guys didn't even give him time to rest. Even if he deducted favorability, there would still be new people coming to look for trouble every day.
However, at this time, my mother would only chuckle.
She would always cover her mouth, gazing at my father with affectionate eyes while smiling gently and teasingly:
"Now do you understand our difficulties? When we first met, you also knocked on my door in the middle of the night. "
Every time this happened, my father would be speechless.
He would scratch his head while awkwardly changing the topic with his stiff conversational skills:
"At that time … … weren't you still immature?"
"Later, I changed … …"
"Oh, are you hungry?"
"I'll cook some noodles for you?"
… …
My father's noodles were delicious, after all … … it was the only food my father knew how to cook.
Noodles weren't the traditional food of the Elvish Tribe. According to my mother, it was brought by the Chosen from a very distant place.
The Chosen have a very high status in the Elvish Tribe. They have powerful strength and the miraculous ability to come back from the dead.
It is said that it is the proof of the Goddess' divine favor.
My mother told me that my father was once a powerful Chosen from the Elvish Tribe.
When I first learned about this, I was shocked.
For as long as I could remember, the stories of the Chosen Ones were often discussed among my friends. They were the protagonists that the bards loved to recount the most. They went on adventures in one dimension after another. Everyone yearned for the legendary experience of the Chosen Ones.
"So … Dad also has the miraculous power to come back from the dead?"
At that time, I kept asking.
"No, he doesn't anymore. He has' retired 'from his job as a Chosen One."
My mother gently stroked my head and replied.
"Retired?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because Dad is tired. Every chosen one will be tired. And when they are tired, they will retire."
"Oh …"
At that time, I didn't quite understand.
Of course, I later found out that it was because the chosen ones were living in another distant world.
When they died in that world, they would lose their Chosen One status.
"Death … to the family in that world, it must be a very sad thing."
When I found out about this, I couldn't help but feel sad.
However, his father shook his head.
"No …"
"Compared to sadness, to me, death is more like a new beginning …"
That day, I found out that most of the Chosen Ones actually had three lives.
In that distant world, they lived as ordinary people. That was the first life.
In our world, they continued to adventure, fight, and explore the unknown. That was the second life.
When they died in another world, the memories of that world would also be forgotten.
At that time, most of them would start their third life as ordinary elves …
…
Later, we moved.
We moved from the City of Chosen to a manor in the countryside.
The reason was simple. My father really couldn't stand the waves of Chosen Ones.
I still remember the day before we finally decided to move. My father dragged his tired body (mentally) home from the guard station. Once again, he complained to my mother that the new Chosen Ones were too clingy and couldn't be driven away.
My mother shook her head and said that she went to the temple to pray today. She heard from the priests that the Goddess had recently given an oracle that the number of new Chosen Ones seemed to be increasing.
My father's face turned green on the spot.
The next day, he moved us to the countryside.
Our new home was located next to a beautiful lake in the suburbs. That lake had a moving name — Amber.
Even today, 30 years later, the beautiful scenery of the lakeside manor still intoxicated me.
He could still remember the day he moved in. The continuous drizzle had washed the lush and verdant trees until they were green and shiny. The cheerful chirping of birds resounded in the forest. The cool September wind made the Miscanthus sway left and right. The cloudless sky was blue and clear.
The wind blew across the lake, bringing with it the unique fresh air after the rain. The sparkling lake rippled, reflecting the rustling leaves of the green willows.
Occasionally, I could hear the long howl of a Megalosaurus from the depths of the forest. That sound was a bit vague, as if it came from another world. I couldn't help but imagine what the hometown of the Chosen Ones … was like.
The manor was very big. Flowers and green grass were planted everywhere. My new bedroom was four times bigger. The soft bed was enough for me to roll around alone.
My father also specially asked Lady Alice to set up a magic barrier outside the manor. After that … the number of Chosen Ones who came to disturb us decreased greatly.
The remaining Chosen Ones, rather than being attracted by the fame, were more like my father's friends.
Later, I learned that they were my father's teammates when he was a Chosen One.
Every time they visited, they would bring me all kinds of interesting gifts, beautiful flowers from other dimensions, and all kinds of exotic delicacies.
I also especially liked listening to them talk about their adventures when they visited my father.
Their adventures were even more exciting than the stories her mother had told her about her father's adventures. It was a journey through various planes, and every journey was enough to write a legend.
They even went to places even further away. It was said that … it was a wider and more magnificent world.
My father also liked to listen to them talk about their experiences.
Whenever they excitedly talked about their adventures, my father would quietly listen to them, his eyes full of light.
At that time, I realized that although my father was no longer a Chosen One, in his heart, he still longed for adventure.
I once asked my father, although he was no longer a Chosen One, it was said that there were many ordinary elves who went on adventures with Chosen Ones. Why didn't he continue his journey?
My father gently replied,
"Because I already have you and my mother."
At that moment, I understood that in my father's heart, there was already something more important than adventure …
…
My father used to have four Chosen Ones comrades.
Although in my opinion, they were as amiable as the uncles next door, my friends enviously told me that each of them was a legendary figure in the world.
Among them, I liked the "optimistic" uncle the most.
He always wore the simplest armor. Every time he saw me, he would smile gently and give me delicious milk candies.
He also had a Megalosaurus companion named Christine. She was a beautiful blonde sister.
Sister Christine was very beautiful, but … because the growth period of a Megalosaurus was too long, she looked slightly older than me.
Although she was a little arrogant, she was surprisingly gentle. We became good friends from the first day we met.
Occasionally, she would visit me alone, transform into a Megalosaurus, and soar in the sky with me.
Uncle Optimist often said to me enviously that Christine treated me better than he did.
However, I knew that Kristen liked her optimistic uncle very much.
Although she always bickered with Uncle Optimist, and although she always put on an arrogant and disdainful face in front of him, whenever Uncle Optimist was by her side, her gaze would always follow him.
Although it was hidden very deeply, I was no stranger to that gaze. It had the gentleness of a mother looking at my father …
…
Uncle Optimist and a few other friends would visit me at least once every four years.
And the chosen time was often a fixed day in autumn.
That seemed to be a special day. Although they would visit me alone or as a group, it was never as grand as that day.
However, I didn't like the atmosphere of the "special day".
Although they brought the most gifts on that day, and the smiles on their faces were the brightest, I always felt that … when the day came, they seemed to be hiding their sadness.
However, my father was the complete opposite.
Although he always had an expressionless face, I felt that his mood was unprecedentedly happy every time he was on 'special days'.
It seemed that watching his Chosen Ones hide their sadness with smiles was the happiest thing for him.
This made me very puzzled.
It was only later that I learned from my mother that this day was the day my father died in another world.
The flow of time in the other world was one-fourth of our world, so … that was the anniversary of my father's death every year in the other world.
"Don't they know that my father is just continuing to live in this world?"
I asked curiously.
My mother replied with a strange expression,
"Actually, your father has already explained many times, but … they never believed it …"
"Why?"
"Because every reincarnated Chosen One will have their memories of the other world sealed. Without the memories of the other world, they don't believe that your father is truly reincarnated."
"If it's not reincarnation, then what is it?"
"In their words … it's a memorial NPC."
“NPC？”
"It's the person who gives missions to the Chosen Ones."
"Hmm? Is my mother also an NPC? "
"Sort of."
…
I still didn't understand much about the Chosen Ones.
Everything about them seemed to be incompatible with this world.
But at the same time, without them, this world seemed to be missing something …
There seemed to be a deep misunderstanding between them and my father that couldn't be resolved.
However, my father didn't seem to care.
"They will know sooner or later."
He said so.
At that time, I still didn't know what my father meant.
However, at that time, I could vaguely feel some loneliness from my father.
Until today …
…
The sun outside the window was still bright and beautiful. The living room welcomed guests that hadn't been seen in a long time.
I carefully opened the curtains and quietly looked at the two people sitting in the hall.
On one side was my father, and on the other side was the optimistic uncle.
They sat on both sides.
In the fireplace, the bonfire crackled.
The light flickered, and the atmosphere in the living room was strange.
My father seemed to be holding back his laughter, and the optimistic uncle was a little embarrassed.
He sat upright, his face was full of awkwardness, and even his ears were a little red …
No one spoke. Both of them were very quiet, but they seemed to have something to say.
Suddenly, they looked up at the same time and wanted to say something, but after looking at each other, they subconsciously closed their mouths at the same time.
In the end, my father couldn't hold it in anymore and suddenly burst out laughing.
My father rarely laughed. At that moment, I almost thought that I was seeing things.
Something that could make my father laugh must be extremely interesting.
"Optimist, you go first."
"No no no … Captain, you go first."
"You go first."
"No, Boxed Lunch Bro, you go first …"
"Then I'll go first?"
"Hmm …"
My father smiled, and the optimistic uncle became more and more embarrassed.
"How did you die? You should be very young in reality, right? "
My father suddenly asked.
"Hmm … It's embarrassing to say, it was a car accident."
The optimistic uncle scratched his head.
"Car accident?"
"It should be. I can't remember clearly what happened in Bluestar. This is what I heard from Lord Adagore in the Kingdom of God."
"Adagore?"
"Hmm … It's a new Demigod of the Goddess."
"Did you see the Goddess?"
"It's a pity, but I didn't …"
"Then now, do you know that what I have been saying about reincarnation is true?"
"Hmm … Now I know."
Soon, I saw my father and the optimistic uncle fall into silence at the same time.
They looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing at the same time.
I have never seen my father laugh so happily before.
"Hahaha … Optimist, from today onwards, you will also experience the happiness of an NPC. Of course … there is also the worship that happens once every four years."
He laughed.
Looking at my father's carefree smile, I suddenly realized that from today onwards … he might not occasionally show a lonely expression like before.
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