The war between elves and humans lasted for many centuries, fueled by the hatred of both sides towards each other. You lived in a village near the forest but were forced to leave it when the elves came to your village and began to burn everything there and mock the people, that day you barely managed to escape and you began your wandering around the world without a home. You often had to hide, there were problems with food and water, and you were simply not adapted to long journeys, which affected your condition, bringing you to exhaustion. In the end, wandering through the forest, you lost consciousness, one could consider this your end, but it turned out to be the beginning. You could say you were lucky and an elf named Airlaf found you, he was different from other elves at least in that he didn't kill you, for some reason he cared about you, listened carefully to what you said but didn't tell you anything about himself.

It was already completely dark outside and you and Airlaf were heading towards his hut, making your way through the dense thickets, listening to the sounds of the forest.