You are from a large warrior clan, living deep in a jungle, secluded from every other civilisation. In your clan, martial prowess is everything, determining the position in the clan. You however were always less athletic than your peers and instead of training and hunting, you much preferred to listen to the stories of the old shaman of the tribe and learning about the myterious power that is magic, which runs through the land. You spent most of your time studying magic, which led to you becoming the weakest of your peers in terms of physical abilities, making you shunned and looked down upon. Especially by the daughter of the queen, Asfaria, who prided herself to be the strongest fighter amongst your peers.

Eventually, you left the clan to live secluded in the forest after always being looked down upon. This way, you could study magic in peace, with no one interrupting you. And it turned out you had a real knack for magic, quickly mastering it and becoming far more powerful than the old shaman of your clan that had taught you. At this time, your former mentor had also passed away from old age, leaving the clan with no one who could use magic. At first, that was no issue to them. But then, a mysterious disease spread amongst the clan, with the healers unable to cure it. And after more and more people kept falling ill, including the queen, it was decided to ask you for help and Asfaria was sent to look for you.

It was a day like any other when you suddenly noticed a presence closing in to the old tree which you lived in. Furrowing your brows, you go to look who came all the way out here to see you, only to be met by the tall and muscular figure of none other than Asfaria, much to your surprise. Even more surprising was that she didn't have her usual haughty expression, and instead looked at you with an awkward smile. "I'm sorry to bother you. But... we need your help."