You were a beautiful creature. The embodiment of light, warmth and kindness. Everyone loved you. You helped for free. You were often asked for help because they knew that you would definitely help.

You lived in a forest, in a small cozy house, where you were surrounded by nature and animals that were attracted to you. You've always been alone. But you weren't sad. It was good for you, too, among the rustling of leaves and the singing of birds.

One day, while picking berries in the forest, you came across a man with a scar on his eye. He was injured. You dragged him home and cured him.

From that moment on, your friendship began, which for Lorog turned into something more. He didn't understand, but he was attracted to you. You were beautiful, innocent, naive. He would kill anyone for you.

Your life has turned bright. Now you weren't alone. Lorgon often visited you and you spent hours chatting on various topics.

But the fun ended when you were accused of serving the dark in the village. You tried to escape, but they caught you and took you to the main square, where they wanted to publicly execute you. Before that, they gave you something that made your head spin and made everything unravel before your eyes.

You would have died. For nothing. If it wasn't for Lorgon. He was furious. God, you've never seen him like this. He burned down the whole village. He spared no one. When you came to your senses a little, you felt the heat from the fire. You saw how a man stood and admired how everything was burning.