Name: Legolas Flamel
Age: 16
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 65 kgs
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Legolas looked down at himself. He was still wearing the same blue t-shirt and black above-knee pants. No underwear. In his right pocket, he could feel the key to his scooty. The lighter keyring was still attached. A couple of pens were there too. He hadn't taken them out, completely forgot, and now they were here with him.
He sat on the silky bed again, head spinning. It was a lot. But from all the anime, manga, and light novels he'd devoured over the years, he had a pretty decent idea of what was happening.
"Okay, okay... Let's think," he mumbled to himself. "There's got to be a negative force here, I'm not here just to enjoy life in this place. Some villain or evil empire or cursed monster or something. Probably one that's been tormenting this world for years. And I... I'm the chosen one, I guess. A messiah. The elf girl did say that. So... prophecy, hero, battle against darkness... yup, standard stuff."
Legolas scratched his head and looked around the room again. The blue flames on the walls flickered calmly. Magical vines twisted gently from the ceiling like they were breathing.
"They're probably going to put me through training," he continued in his thoughts. "Some old sage or a master swordsman, some big mountain or forest where I'll learn magic or sword skills. Definitely gonna be a montage."
Then another thought struck him. "There might be a female lead too," he said to himself and immediately shook his head. "Not important now, idiot. Focus."
He had this weird habit. He always looked at life like a story. Everything felt like plot points. Everyone around him felt like characters. And the events? All written by someone above, someone he called Fate. He didn't believe in luck or coincidence. Only in plot. And Fate, the mysterious writer of his life, loved balance, karma, and most of all, unexpected twists. From his deep knowledge of fiction, he could often guess what was coming. Not always, but enough to scare his friends.
Knock knock knock.
"Prince, may I come in?" A soft girl's voice came from the other side.
"Y-yes," he said quickly, clearing his throat.
The door opened, and in came the elf girl. She was wearing a maid outfit and held a set of clothes in her hands. He hadn't gotten a proper look at her before, but now as the light hit her, he froze.
She was beautiful. Too beautiful. Legolas just stared. White hair, soft white eyebrows, long eyelashes, skin glowing like she walked out of a dream. Her eyes were down, voice gentle. "Are you okay, Prince?"
Legolas didn't answer.
"Prince?" she asked again.
He blinked and snapped out of it, face going red. "Y-YH-YES!" he stammered.
She nodded softly. "I brought your clothes. You may change and wait till lunchtime"
"Knew it!" Legolas thought, mentally high-fiving himself.
She gently placed the clothes on the table and bowed. "Excuse me," she said, turning to leave.
"Wait!" Legolas called out.
She stopped and turned around.
"Wh-what did you mean by 'Chosen one'?" he asked.
She gave a small smile, eyes still down but shimmering. "Well... the prophecies told about you. Our savior."
She looked up now, and her eyes were almost teary. "The Prince of Moon."
Then, as if embarrassed, she looked away and quickly wiped her tears. "Sorry, Prince."
"It... it's fine," Legolas said with a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his head.
She bowed again and started to leave.
"Hey, hey!" he called one last time. "Wh-what's your name?"
She paused. "Elias, Prince."
And then she gently closed the door behind her.
Legolas flopped onto the bed again. He sighed heavily, his face still red.
"Damn," he said. "Talking to a girl that beautiful would've been impossible in my old world. I seriously need to get used to this. I can't be turning into a tomato every time."
He looked up at the ceiling, mind racing again.
His mom and dad. They would be worried sick. His mom must've tried calling around 10 PM. No answer. And now it must be like 12:30 AM, if time moved the same way in both worlds. Jay, his best friend, probably had no idea how to explain his sudden disappearance.
"Maybe he saw me vanish. Maybe I got sucked into my phone or something..."
But then another thought crossed his mind.
"What if that world isn't moving? Like... paused. Static. Maybe it resumes when I go back. Or maybe I can't ever go back. Or maybe... this world is real and that one was fake. Or both are real. Or I died. Or I'm dreaming."
His brain was spinning again.
"Stop. Just stop thinking too much. It'll mess your head."
He sat up and looked at the clothes Elias left. He picked up the shirt. Soft white linen. Looked like something royal people wore in fantasy shows. Then pants. Simple but classy. He sighed again.
"So I'm a prince now. The Chosen One. Gonna be trained. Fight evil. Maybe save the world. Maybe die trying. Whatever it is, I must play along while searching for a way out back into my world"
But then again, a part of him wanted to stay, like the idea of being a hero and saving the world, not in a game but as himself this time, making people look up at him with hope. But then again was he committed to take all the hardships? Pain, suffering? He didn't know, his mind spun and he sighed heavily, staring at nothingness, a conflict within him, one said "Let's go out and be a hero" and other, more practical one saying, "Who do you think you are?! Shut up and find a way out, you're nothing but a regular teenager"
Then, after a long pause, he smiled a little and said to himself, "Elias... Will she be my female lead?"