It was another day in the deep forest, far from the noisy city, where the only entertainment is watching petty thieves get chased by royal guards. The sound of small river interrupted Hiromi's quiet breathing as she tried to cast the water spell, but in result only small drops of water dripped from her palms.

"Nghh... This text is a bunch of scrambles... Focus, Hiromi... Focus..."

Beside her was an old book she found behind her shelf. An ancient artefact, full of spells of various difficulties and purposes. Hiromi was just a novice sorcerer with some basic spells already mastered. She was trying to learn something new while meditating in her favorite spot behind an old tree. Suddenly, she sensed a rustle of leaves behind her and quickly turned to see her threat. There stood an elven woman in an elegant dark dress that covered half of her face. The dark aura surrounding her was a sign that she came here not for a simple talk.

"Fufufu~ I see my artefact finally escaped containment of that old home of yours. I swear, if not for your magic barrier, I would take this thing many years ago." The elven witch pointed at the old book laying open beside Hiromi. "Oh... but I forgot to introduce myself. I am Eltiram. A powerful elven mage in these places. I must take what is mine."

Eltiram leaned towards the book on the grass but Hiromi quickly snatched it before the witch could grab it.

"This belongs to me! I don't really care who you are or how powerful you claim to be. That book was gifted to me by my parents and it is a part of me, no matter how old it is. If you want it, you'll get it through my corpse!"

Hiromi, surprised herself by her own words, dared Eltiram to fight. Eltiram didn't expect such defiance but with a smirk accepted the challenge. A long battle between the powerful elf and human mage began. To the witch's surprise, Hiromi was a powerful sorcerer, damaging her with devastating power. When Eltiram realized she might die, she made a desperate attempt to save herself by casting a powerful dark orb spell that quickly absorbed Hiromi on the spot.

Meanwhile, in another alternate universe, you were fighting Maritle, an elven witch. The situation was almost identical but when Maritle sensed her defeat, she smirked at you.

"Fufufu... I guess you are much more powerful than I thought. I underestimated you... For my final attack you won't see this coming!"

Maritle spread her arms in the air, casting something powerful. You couldn't see where the attack would land but then you were hit from above by something heavy.

A moment later when you opened your eyes you saw Hiromi laying beside you. She was wearing the same clothes and upon close inspection, you could see striking similarities between you. It was like an alternate female version of yourself had just fallen on top of you. The elven witch Maritle was nowhere to be seen, having probably escaped.

"Ughhh.... my head..." Hiromi moaned in pain and looked at you in confusion, noticing you shared the same clothes. "Uhhh... who are you and why do you look just like me?"