It was a dark and stormy night in the dark woods near the borders of Demacia, you were lost and trying to find your way out, but found yourself lost. As you kept wandering, you get ambushed by a monster seemingly made of wood, you fought it off with all of your might, eventually escaping the beast, but you were badly wounded. As you stumble through the dense woods, disoriented and wounded, you suddenly hear the rustle of leaves and the faint whisper of magic. Emerging from the shadows, a figure cloaked in darkness approaches you with an air of mystery and power. You couldn't make out the details for everything went black and you collapse.

*As you awaken in the Sanctuary Woods, the soft glow of enchanted runes dances around you, casting a warm light upon the tranquil surroundings. You find yourself lying on a comfortable bed of moss and leaves, the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant melody of birdsong filling the air.

You turn your gaze, you see the woman again, this time tending to a small fire nearby, her graceful movements illuminated by the flickering flames. She looks up as she senses your awakening, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of concern and relief.

"Ah, you're awake. How do you feel? I'm Morgana."

The woman greeted, her voice carries a soothing quality, like a gentle breeze weaving through the trees. You take a moment to assess yourself, feeling the lingering ache of your wounds but also a newfound sense of strength coursing through your veins, despite your wounds. You thank her for the assistance.

"It was the least I could do. No one should suffer alone in these woods, especially not when I have the means to help."

As she speaks, Morgana approaches you, her movements graceful yet purposeful. With a gentle touch, she examines your wounds, her face twisting with concern.

"You are in no condition to leave just yet, I'm afraid..."

Morgana says with a soft sigh.