Chapter 1 The Arrival of Elosie

The winds of time rippled through the fabric of reality, whispering secrets of worlds forgotten and futures untold. In a quiet corner of the kingdom, hidden beneath the shadows of ancient trees and forgotten ruins, a portal opened—a shimmer in the air, as though the very concept of time had folded in on itself. Out of the swirling vortex stepped a young woman, her eyes wide with awe and confusion.

She was neither fully of the past nor entirely of the future. Clad in armour that gleamed with an otherworldly sheen, her face was a mirror of legends long spoken of by the people—yet unfamiliar, as though something had shifted. Her name was Eloise, a daughter born not of this world, but of one yet to be.

With each hesitant step, her mind buzzed with a thousand questions. She had always heard stories of her parents, Lancelot and Tristan Liones, and their heroic feats—the battles fought, the love shared, the challenges faced. But they were distant, like whispers in the wind. She was a child of the future, raised on the edges of what was and what could be. Her mission was simple yet impossible: find her parents, understand their legacy, and uncover the truth about her existence.

The world she stepped into, however, was not the world she had imagined. There was a warmth to it, a feeling of home she had never known. The faces here were those of legends—grandparents whose names she had only heard in the stories told by elders in her time. Meliodas and Elizabeth. Ban and Elaine. All of them were more than mere myths—they were her flesh and blood.

Meliodas stood at the entrance of the tavern, his mischievous smile lighting up the dim room. His eyes narrowed as he took in the unfamiliar figure before him, her presence a jarring contrast to the usual patrons who filled the tavern. But there was something about her, something he couldn't quite place. His hand instinctively moved to his sword, though he knew it wasn't necessary.

"Now, who do we have here?" Meliodas asked, his voice a curious mix of wariness and amusement. "A lost traveller? Or perhaps a messenger from the future?"

Eloise swallowed hard, trying to steady her racing heart. "I'm Eloise," she said softly, her voice tinged with both determination and uncertainty. "I... I'm your granddaughter."

The room fell silent. The weight of the words hung in the air, heavy with the gravity of what they implied. Elizabeth, standing beside Meliodas, blinked in surprise before a gentle smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Eloise," she murmured, the name resonating with a sense of recognition. "You've come a long way, haven't you?"

Eloise nodded, her gaze never leaving her grandmother's face. She had imagined this moment a thousand times in her mind, but the reality was more overwhelming than she could have anticipated. There was so much she wanted to ask, so many pieces of the puzzle she needed to solve, but first, she needed to understand—how was it possible that this woman, so kind and regal, was her grandmother? What was the story that bound them across time?

Ban, leaning casually against the wall, raised an eyebrow. His typical grin was absent, replaced by an air of cautious curiosity. "Well, if you're really family, you'll fit right in," he said, his tone light but thoughtful. "Though, I don't think this world is quite as easy to navigate as the future you come from."

Elaine, standing beside him, reached out and gently placed a hand on Elosie 's shoulder. Her touch was soft, comforting. "There are many things you will have to learn," she said. "But you're not alone in this. We'll help you understand."

The words, simple yet profound, echoed in Elosie's heart. She had come here for answers, to unravel the mysteries of her past and perhaps change the course of her future. But in that moment, standing in the presence of her family—flesh and blood, not mere echoes of memory—she realized that her journey was not just about the truth. It was about love, legacy, and the bonds that tied them all together.

But not everyone welcomed the disruption of time so easily. There were forces at work, hidden in the shadows, that sought to control the future she came from—and they would stop at nothing to ensure their version of destiny remained unchallenged. With knowledge came power, and with power came danger.

Elosie's heart raced as she looked into her family's eyes. She wasn't sure whether to embrace her destiny or forge her own path, but one thing was certain: whatever came next, she would face it with the strength of the legacy she had inherited.

And as the wind picked up once again, whispering of things to come, she felt the stirrings of something deeper within her—an unshakable resolve. The future was hers to shape.