My name is Doreen, Doreen Shadow.

My mother told me that my name was finally decided by my father searching for the elf language for three days and three nights. In the elf language, this name means "hope" and "the goddess' gift".

My father is a devout goddess believer and a powerful ranger who is well-known. From the beginning of my memory, there are always many guests visiting my father in my family. Every time they visit, they bring many fun and delicious gifts.

I still remember when I hadn't moved, I lived with my parents in the Selected City, which was the largest and most spectacular city in the world, with towering towers and speeding magic trains everywhere.

At that time, almost every day, new guests came to visit my father day and night, which even gave him a headache.

What impressed me the most was my father's helpless expression because he couldn't sleep well for a long time, and his helpless expression was always covered in bloody eyes and thick dark circles, as well as his helpless expression when he was knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

I clearly remember that my father sighed and complained to my mother more than once, saying that these shameless guys didn't even give him a rest time. Even if they had a good impression, there were newcomers coming to me one after another every day to feel uncomfortable.

However, at this time, my mother was just laughing.

She would always cover her mouth, staring at her father with affectionate eyes, and smiled gently and playfully:

"Now do you know what's going on with us? When you first met, you knocked on my door in the middle of the night."

At this time, my father will be speechless for a moment.

He would use his stiff chat skills to change the topic while scratching his head and looking embarrassed:

"At that time... wasn't you still ignorant?"

"Later, I changed it..."

"Well, are you hungry?"

"I'll cook some noodles for you?"

...

The noodles cooked by my father were still delicious, after all... this is the only meal that my father can cook.

Pasta is not the traditional food of our elves. I heard from my mother that the chosen ones brought from very far and far places.

The Chosen Ones have a very transcendent position among our elves, with powerful powers and magical abilities to resurrect from the dead.

It is said that it is the proof of the goddess's favor.

My mother told me that my father was once a powerful elf candidate.

When I first learned about this past event, I was shocked.

As far as I can remember, the most common discussion among my friends is the story of the Chosen. They are the protagonists who are the favorites of the minstrels. They are adventures in one plane after another. Everyone yearns for the legendary experience of the Chosen.

"So...Dad also has the magical power of resurrection from the dead?"

At that time, I asked repeatedly.

"No, it's gone, he's already 'retired' from the job of the Chosen."

Mom gently stroked my head and replied.

“Retired?”

"Um."

"Why?"

"Because my father is tired, every day chooser will be tired, and after they are tired, they will retire."

"oh……"

At that time, I didn't understand.

Of course, later I learned that it was because the Chosen were living in another distant world at the same time.

When they die in that world, they will lose their identity as the Selected One.

"Death... must be a very sad thing for the relatives in that world."

When I knew about this, I couldn't help but say sadly.

However, Dad shook his head:

"No……"

"For me, death is a new beginning than sadness..."

That day, I learned that most of the Elves’ Choice actually have three lives.

In that distant world, they lived as an ordinary person, and their first life was.

In our world, they keep taking risks, fighting, and exploring the unknown is the second life.

And when they die in another world, the memories of that world will be forgotten.

At this time, most of them will start their third life as an ordinary elf...

...

Later, we moved.

From the Selected City, moved to the countryside manor.

The reason is very simple. Dad really can't stand the chosen ones who go one after another.

I still remember the day before I finally decided to move, my father dragged his tired body (mind) and came home from get off work from the Guard Hall. He once again complained to my mother that the new Chosen people were like clingy and could not drive them away.

The mother shook her head and said that she went to the temple to pray today. She heard the priests in the temple say that the goddess recently issued an oracle, and the number of new chosen people seems to be increasing again.

Dad's face turned green on the spot.

The next day, he took us to the countryside.

The new home is located next to a beautiful lake in the suburbs. The lake has a moving name - Amber.

Even today, thirty years later, the beautiful scenery of the lakeside manor still makes me intoxicated.

I still remember the day I moved, the drizzle that lasted for several days washed the lush forests green and shiny, the cheerful sound of birds resounded in the forest, the cool September wind made the grass sway left and right, and the cloudless sky was clear and blue.

The wind blows across the lake, bringing a unique fresh atmosphere after the rain. The sparkling lake water ripples, reflecting the green willows with rustling leaves.

Occasionally, I could hear the roar of a dragon from the depths of the forest. The sound sounded a little blurry, as if it originated from another world, making me unable to help but fantasize about the hometown of the chosen ones...what exactly is it.

The manor was big and big, with flowers and green grass everywhere, and my new bedroom was four times widened, and the soft big bed was enough to make me roll around alone.

Dad also asked Lord Alice to set up a magic barrier outside the manor, and after that... there were fewer people who came to disturb the Chosen.

The remaining ones are not so much like the chosen ones who come to see the name, but rather as friends of my father.

Later I found out that they were all teammates who fought together as the chosen ones.

Every time I visit, they will bring me all kinds of interesting gifts, beautiful flowers from other planes, and various delicacies filled with exotic scenery.

I also like to stay by and listen to them telling their adventures when they visit their dad.

Their adventure was more exciting than the experience of his father told by his mother. It was a journey that traveled through various planes, and each journey was enough to write a legend.

They have even been to a farther place, and it is said... it is a wider and more majestic world.

Dad also likes to listen to them talk about his experiences.

Whenever they excitedly talk about their adventures, their father would listen quietly, his eyes filled with flashing light.

At that time, I realized that although my father was no longer the chosen one, he was still eager to take risks in his heart.

I once asked my father that although he is no longer the Chosen, it is said that there are many ordinary elves who are taking risks with the Chosen. Why does he no longer continue his journey?

Dad replied gently:

"Because, I already have you and mom."

At that moment, I realized that in my father's heart, there was something more important than adventure...

...

There are four formerly chosen comrades in Dad.

Although in my opinion, they are kindly like uncles next door, their friends told me enviously that each of them is a legendary figure in the world.

Among them, my favorite uncle "Opinian" is my favorite.

He always wore the simplest piece of armor, and for decades, every time he saw me, he would smile gently and give me delicious milk candy.

He also has a dragon companion named Christine, a beautiful blonde sister.

Sister Christine is very beautiful, but... because the dragon's growth period is too long, she looks a little older than me.

Although she is a bit arrogant, she is unexpectedly gentle. We have become good friends since we met on the first day.

Occasionally, she would come to visit me alone, turn into a dragon, and take me to soar in the sky.

Uncle Lottepai often said to me enviously that Christine treats me better than him.

However, I know that Christine likes Uncle Lotte very much.

Although she always quarrels with Uncle Lotte and always puts a proud and disgusting face in front of her, whenever Uncle Lotte is by her side, her eyes will always follow him.

Although it is hidden very deeply, I am not unfamiliar with the gaze, with the gentleness of my mother when she looks at her father...

...
To be continued...