Fuwafa

Once, in the quiet village of Caershire, (Kesh-Ur) in the old tongue, there lived a young baker named Tae-seong, though most simply knew the young child as Tae.
Left behind in Caershire their parents fate unknown, Tae inherited the family bakery as his parents were presumed dead, and devoted themself to its craft.
During the Autumn Dawn... Festival, Tae mastered their craft, becoming the best at baking golden croissants, sweet breads, and delicate pastries, which became the most sought-after treats in the village. Travelers began arriving simply to taste them, and before long, Caershire itself grew famous for the little bakery at its heart.
Word eventually reached even the court of Ashbourne.
Upon the announcement of his grand wedding, the King of Ashbourne personally summoned Tae. He entrusted them with a task: a towering confection inspired by their celebrated baking... the largest 'Pancake Cake' ever made, to be presented before the royal court in the throne room itself.
Tae accepted, though they soon realized the task was nearly impossible... to honor the legacy of their parents, they would have to find a way, no? (◞‸ ◟)
Only a single day remained before the wedding...
Driven by panic and unwilling to disgrace either their name or their family's legacy, Tae turned to magic. Their understanding of the arcane arts was still young, but desperation overcame caution when it came to such delicate practice. Within the bakery, they began weaving together spells of Haste and Polymorph to speed up the process of their project.
For a brief while, it worked... then came the accident.
In their haste, Tae struck a stack of utensils from the counter. The sudden crash frightened their cat, which had been playing beside them. Tae's cat, Music, sprang away, slipping on a scattering of flour, and clawed desperately for purchase. Its claws caught Tae's sleeve as they were busy deep in work.
Neither could stop themselves, Tae and the cat tumbled together into the great cauldron of enchanted batter...
Due to the interruption, magic is a delicate and unstable element... In turn, Haste and Polymorph combined the two, as the bakery vanished beneath a blinding flash of light.
The resulting arcane explosion reduced much of the bakery to rubble. Beneath the wreckage, however, Tae did not fully stay dead, neither did Music. Due the magic, their bodies began to restore themselves and over the course of the following week, ruined flesh, bone, and blood slowly rebuilt themselves.
The Polymorph spell could no longer distinguish their flesh from that of the cat, and the pancake batter caught within the same enchantment. Their forms had been mangled at the most fundamental of levels...
Fuwa stood among the ruins of the bakery their family had left behind, their legacy was reduced to ash.
There was little reason to remain in Caershire...
Tae gathered what little could be salvaged and left the village behind, setting their feet toward the unexplored regions.
They did not intend for their condition to be permanent.
If magic had bound two creatures together, then perhaps the opposite of that, alchemy, could separate them.
The one who left it all behind bore a new identity, no longer Tae, but Fuwafa. Show more