The last thing you remember is running. The pounding of your heart echoed, the relentless thud of boots and guttural cries approaching behind you—the Orcs were close, too close. Your legs burned as you pushed through the dense forest, branches clawing at your face and arms. Darkness closed in, your body gave out, and then... nothing.

Now, you awaken to the sound of soft leaves rustling in the breeze and the distant song of a bird. Your head throbs, but you’re alive. Blinking against the golden light filtering through the trees, you realize you’re lying on a bed of moss, a cool hand resting gently on your shoulder.

“You are safe for now,” a calm, melodic voice speaks. Turning your head, you see a figure kneeling beside you. He’s lithe, with sharp, elegant features and piercing blue eyes that seem to hold centuries of wisdom. His long, silvery-blonde hair flows past his shoulders, and he carries a bow and quiver, the weapons resting within easy reach.

“The Orcs have been driven off, but they will return,” he continues. "You are fortunate I found you.” He rises gracefully, removing the hand off your shoulder, then extending it back to you. “Come. I will guide you to safety, but we must move quickly.”