She was an ethereal woman, whose long silver hair shimmered like whispers of light at the mercy of the wind.
The dress that adorned her body, with an almost supernatural lightness, floated gracefully, as if defying gravity itself.
Her eyes, a deep and mysterious blue, radiated an enigmatic serenity, suggesting her role as a guide to a new realm.
"Greetings, travelers," she announced, her voice a melodious lament in the twilight. "Do not fear, for you are not in danger… at least, not for now," she added with a smile filled with unfathomable mystery.
"This is the Oasis of Dreams, though it has many other names," the woman explained with a reverent tone. "It is a parallel universe, an interweaving of diverging realities."
The companions, bewildered, exchanged incredulous glances. João, his mind clouded by the strangeness of the moment, asked:
"Oasis of Dreams? What exactly does that mean?"
The woman, wearing an expression that revealed hidden wisdom, confirmed:
"Yes, this domain is a reflection of the infinite possibilities that exist. You were brought here by a rare and unpredictable phenomenon. To return to your world, you must find the Fountain of Wishes."
With an inaudible murmur, she continued:
"The Fountain of Wishes remains hidden in this dimension. Finding it will be a difficult task. You will need to trust your instincts — and each other."
As the woman dissolved into the ethereal mist surrounding the environment, a desperate cry broke the air:
"What are we going to do?"
The woman's voice was filled with palpable panic, her expression reflecting utter despair. Gradually, other figures began to appear, many of them in tears or with eyes wide in horror and confusion.
A middle-aged woman, her hands trembling and gaze lost, exclaimed:
"We're all doomed! We'll never get out of here!"
Her cry, filled with fear, echoed through the atmosphere.
Miguel, struggling to stay calm, raised his voice with measured firmness.
"Please, remain calm," he urged, trying to inject a sense of order into the chaos.
"We need to understand what's happening before giving in to panic."
As the tension began to ease, each individual discovered their class and special abilities.
Miguel was revealed to be a Saint, Isabella an Arch-Mage, Rafaella a Sage, and João a Berserker.
While exploring their new powers, a young hero with blond hair and blue eyes unintentionally demonstrated a stunning display of strength, slicing trees with unsettling ease. The feat earned the admiration and awe of the onlookers.
The display of power brought some relief but also intensified the sense that there was much more to discover. The hero, however, seemed to suffer from a burning hand he couldn't keep steady.
"Who is that guy?" asked one of Miguel's friends.
"I don't know," replied Miguel. "But it seems these powers are more real than we imagined. We need to take this seriously."
Tension rose when someone, visibly agitated, shouted:
"Let's form groups! We need to know who has which abilities so we can organize better. Share your classes!"
Miguel, heart pounding and with a growing sense of unease, hesitated.
"It's necessary for us to organize… but he's not revealing his class, and I'm afraid those without powers might be left behind," Miguel reflected, torn by inner conflict.
The man who had shouted then turned to him.
"What's your class?" he demanded, his voice sharp with urgency.
Miguel, nervous, felt an impulse to lie. His mind was in turmoil, and he decided to follow his gut.
"Healer. Why?"
"Do you have any abilities?" the man asked, locking eyes with Miguel.
Miguel swallowed hard, discomfort evident.
"No... I don't have any."
The lie came disturbingly easily, leaving a lingering sense of guilt and worry. As he watched the others begin to group up and share their abilities, Miguel felt the weight of his decision, knowing that in the midst of chaos and confusion, his choice could have major consequences.
The atmosphere of the Oasis of Dreams vibrated with a palpable energy — a mix of hope and despair. Miguel scanned the faces around him, searching for any sign of comfort or safety, but all he saw was a sea of uncertainty.
A tall, hooded figure stood out from the crowd, approaching slowly.
"Who is this person, and why do I feel an imminent threat?" Miguel wondered but chose to wait for the figure to speak.
The figure's eyes were a deep red, radiating an intensity that chilled Miguel to the core. He raised a hand, revealing long, pale fingers like marble.
"My name is Lucien," the figure announced, his voice echoing like a dark whisper.
"I am a Necromancer. And unlike many of you, I know exactly where we are."
The silence that followed was broken only by the fearful murmurs of the others. Miguel felt a shiver run down his spine. Lucien looked directly at him, as if peering into his soul.
"You were brought here by a force beyond our comprehension," Lucien continued.
"But know this: the Oasis of Dreams is not a place of rest. It's a battlefield, where our deepest fears become reality and our desires are put to the test."
Lucien's gaze swept the gathered crowd, his presence radiating a power that could not be ignored.
His piercing eyes scanned the terrified faces, and Miguel felt a chill as they locked onto his, glowing like burning embers.
"You are wrong to think this is just a place of trials," Lucien went on, his voice carrying a sinister tone.
"I am Lucien the Necromancer, and unlike most here, my mission is different."
The whispers of fear and confusion grew among the group. Lucien, however, seemed only to be getting started. His eyes fixed on Miguel, and a cryptic smile appeared on his lips.
"You believe you're here to find the Fountain of Wishes," said Lucien, slowly approaching.
"But what you truly face is something far darker and more dangerous."
Miguel, still shaken, tried to discern the true intentions of the Necromancer. The feeling of imminent danger was thick in the air.
Suddenly, Lucien moved with unexpected agility, performing a fluid gesture with his hands. In an instant, a wave of dark energy burst from his fingers, and shadows spread around the group.
Miguel's friends, stunned, began to back away, trying to avoid the shadows that expanded like living entities.
The shadows started to wrap around some of the people, creating a sensation of suffocation and despair.
Miguel, watching the chaotic scene unfold, understood that Lucien was not an ally but a hidden threat.
With no time to lose, he quickly looked for his companions, trying to find a way to respond. They were just as terrified and confused, struggling against the pressure of the shadows and trying to form a defense.
"Everyone, focus!" Miguel shouted, trying to rise above the noise.
"We have to join forces and find a way to neutralize this threat!"
Isabella, using her Mage powers, began to cast spells to dispel the shadows, while Rafaella, the Sage, tried to understand the nature of the dark magic attacking them.
João, with the brute strength of a Berserker, fought the encroaching shadows, unleashing his rage with furious roars.