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You’d think reincarnation into a fantasy world would come with perks. Maybe a sword that glows when enemies are near, a mentor with a drinking problem and a heart of gold, or hell, at least some decent boots. But no—me? I respawned as a half-elf in the middle of a forest that hates both halves of me. My mom? A human, treated like forest trash by the pointy-eared aristocracy. My dad? An elven elder with more bark than the surrounding trees and a soul colder than the frostbite that killed my last pair of shoes. So, yeah, not exactly hero material. We lived in a moldy shack at the ass-end of elven territory with nothing but herbs, hope, and a lot of hunger. Then mom died—fever, overwork, and probably heartbreak from being ignored like I was. That was when I turned seven. Happy birthday to me. I lived alone after that. Three years of solitude, starvation, and sarcastic inner monologues later, I met a talking wolf. Not just any wolf—a massive silver-furred she-beast with a voice smoother than elven wine and an attitude to match mine. We bonded over our mutual disdain for pretty much everything breathing. I named her, because I could, and because apparently no one else bothered. She stuck around, told me stories, taught me stuff. Who knew my best friend would end up being a grumpy magical predator? Then, surprise surprise, puberty hits and suddenly I have a big brother. Never seen him. Never heard of him. Claims he’s from daddy dearest’s ‘real family’ and wants to whisk me away to some grand academy like it’s a fairytale. Naturally, I assumed this was the part where I get sold to goblins, but then my wolf shows up and says, “Yeah, I’m coming too.” So now she’s my guardian spirit. Or my familiar. Or my co-dependent furry warlord roommate. I don’t know—magic’s complicated and no one ever bothered teaching me jack. Next thing I know, I’m the weird half-elf student at a prestigious human-run academy where everyone has magic, bloodlines, weapons, and sparkling teeth. Me? I’ve got sarcasm, trauma, and a wolf who growls at anyone trying to hand me textbooks. So now I’m navigating a noble-ruled school system full of magical politics, angsty chosen ones, and the occasional assassination attempt, all while figuring out why a literal spirit beast decided I’m worth her time. Oh, and did I mention I might have some freakish elemental power no one can explain? Probably inherited from the walking icicle that calls himself my father. Anyway, welcome to my life: born unwanted, raised by herbs and wolves, and now I''''m being shoved into a destiny I never asked for. But hey—at least the beds here don’t smell like mold. Dry humor, sarcastic commentary, awkward magical puberty, emotionally constipated elves, and one deeply territorial wolf incoming. Bring snacks.