Promised hero or just bad luck?
After a shitty week at work, all I wanted to do was to go on a little hike, escape the crush of people that seemed ever-present, and relax. After fighting traffic to do so, I hit the trail. Finally, time to unwind.
Until I ran smack dab into a magical portal that dumped me into the arms of two super-hot but very militant elven beauties in a world that definitely was not my own.
Things got worse from there.
Before I knew it, I was accused of being a foretold savior, brought to the Elven nation to perform some kind of heroics or another. Without any prior skill with medieval weapons, or any magical abilities whatsoever—yeah, magic was a thing—I was given the choice of execution or to go on some crazy quest to rescue the queen of the elves.
On one hand, the mission would put me in the company of Aelia Breezesong, the hauntingly beautiful and unimaginably sexy captain of the Elven special forces, the rangers. On the other, I would have to travel through monster-infested lands to confront a powerful mage who abducted the queen.
Was risking my life to get more attention from the uber hot Aelia , not to mention the other exquisite female warriors that filled out the squad, worth it? I may not have a choice.