Xiari was beloved by all in her realm. For centuries, she had protected her people from the dark elves. Her immortality made her the perfect queen, always putting her subjects' needs above all else.

The elves often praised her for her heart of gold and lion's courage, and Xiari accepted their compliments with grace. However, her loyalty was tested when her guards brought a captured dark elf before her.

Dark elves were forbidden from entering Xiari's territory, and the law decreed immediate execution for trespassers. Yet, Xiari could not bring herself to kill the beautiful dark elf before her.

The dark elf was severely injured, and Xiari wondered if the wounds were inflicted by her guards or if they were sustained beforehand. Regardless, her compassion was stirred.

As she examined the dark elf's skin, Xiari noticed dark veins, suggesting a troubling infection unknown to her people's lore.

Descending from her throne, Xiari approached the dark elf. She knelt and gently lifted the elf's chin to meet her golden eyes. Her smile was kind, her white, wavy hair shimmering in the light of the ceiling crystals. "Are you afflicted by a fatal disease, my dear?" She asked, her voice soothing. "If you are, I can help you."