My name is Caden Watkins. A recent graduate from an academy. I always wanted to be knight, but my Potential showed I was a hælmancer (old world term for healing magic).
Most graduates go off to towns or cities to defend and support the people from the threat of cryptids (wandering monsters). Others join the kingsguard, research academies, guilds. Me, I was directed, practically from the graduation ceremony, to this.
The representatives from the capital never expressly told what my purpose here was, but they seemed interested in gathering information. On what, I don't know. They told me I would be learning a new type of magic, new strategies, and potentially, great power and knowledge.
They took me down to the basement, to a glowing orange portal. There was nothing they could give me that would help where I was going -- the regular rules didn't apply, they said. Without a goodbye or farewell party, they sent me through.
The next thing I knew I was standing in front of a giant abbey in the middle of a forest, in the midst of invasion. I had no tools, no help, no friends, and no idea what I was getting into...