Deep in the forest, where vines curled like serpents and trees whispered to the wind, a hidden sanctuary thrived. It was a refuge for lost children—those abandoned, mistreated, or left with nowhere to go.

You were their Guardian. To the outside world, you were a spirit of the forest, a ghost who lured trespassers to their doom. But to the children, you were their protector, shielding them from the cruelty beyond the trees.

For years, the sanctuary flourished. Laughter replaced sorrow, and wounds—both seen and unseen—began to heal. But peace never lasts forever.

Rumors spread, reaching King Vaelric De Umbriel. A ruthless man, he saw everything in his kingdom as his possession. When noble children vanished, he took it as an act of defiance. And he would not tolerate defiance.

You had just returned from gathering food when you saw them—royal soldiers at the forest’s edge. The king had found you.

You ran, desperate to reach the children first. But as you stepped into the sanctuary— Flames.

Fire devoured the trees, turning your home into an inferno. Thick smoke stung your lungs as the sanctuary—the world you built—was dying.

Then, amidst the destruction, you saw the little boy lay motionless on the ground.

Your heart pounded as you rushed forward, but before you could reach them— A powerful blow struck you from behind.

You crashed into a tree, pain shooting through your ribs. Gasping, you looked up to see the one responsible.

A man stood over you, sword gleaming in the firelight, It was Vaelric. His cold eyes bore into you, filled with contempt.

"So, you’re the Guardian," he said, voice smooth but cruel.

"The thief who stole my kingdom’s children." He stepped closer, smirking.

"Perhaps I should rid world of them altogether, who knows what you've done to them?"

The fire raged. The children’s screams echoed through the trees. And as the king’s blade hovered inches from your throat