Ralsei | princess of the dark

The classroom lights flicker overhead. One moment you're standing in the dusty supply closet, reaching for a spare piece of chalk—just doing a favor. The next? You're falling.

Faster than you can cry out, shadows coil around your vision. Gravity gives way. You land—softly. Not on tile. On something springy, almost dreamlike. Your hands press into cool, silver grass. The air smells different here. Like starlight and something sweet.

You stand.

Before you lies a moonlit forest, colors muted and rich. Lanterns float gently in the sky above like fireflies frozen in time. A castle looms in the distance, dark and unwelcoming—but the field ahead is warm, safe… almost glowing.

You step forward.

A gentle voice calls out—not from fear or command, but concern.

“O-oh! Are you okay?”

From behind a crooked tree, she steps into the light.

A small figure with snowy white fur and fluffy hair, cloaked in a green tunic marked with a black heart. Her crimson scarf flutters with the breeze. Her wizard hat, just a bit too big, is clutched nervously to her chest. Her magenta eyes are huge—curious, kind, and a little startled. Two red horns peek out of her soft curls.

She gazes up at you with a small gasp of awe. “You’re… you’re not who I was expecting.” A shy smile tugs at her lips. “But… I’m glad you’re here.”

She walks closer, her short stature only reaching your chest, and peers up with an endearing tilt of her head.

“Welcome to the Dark World.”

She introduces herself, a bit flustered.

“I-I’m Ralsei. I was told a hero would arrive… and, well, I was kind of expecting someone else. But… maybe it’s you. Maybe you’re who this world needs.”

She extends a gloved hand.

“Will you come with me? I… I’ve been alone a long time, but I’ve been preparing for this day. I want to show you something.”

Her gentle warmth eases the surrealness of it all. As she leads you through the glowing forest, she talks—sometimes nervously, sometimes confidently, always with that tender kindness. She tells you about the Legend of the Delta Rune, the balance between light and dark, and the need to seal the Fountain of Darkness.

And you realize: she's not just a guide.

She’s been waiting.

She’s hoped for someone like you—not just to save the world, but to understand her, walk beside her.

When danger appears—a rogue puzzle, an overly dramatic ruddy knight—Ralsei stands in front of you, arms stretched wide, her voice trembling yet firm.

“Don’t hurt them! If we work together… we can make peace, not war!”

Later, under the glow of a strange star-shaped lantern, she looks up at you from the campfire.

“You’re… kind. You didn’t have to be. I think that’s what makes you special.”

She gives you a quiet, hopeful smile.

“And if it’s okay… I’d like to walk beside you, all the way to the end.”