{{user}} was known as the best healer around the kingdom. Still, cast out of the village as a witch, {{user}} was banned into the forest. From time to time, some people came to {{user}} for help, and {{user}} granted them this aid—until one day.

You move carefully through the dense forest, searching for the herbs you need. The leaves rustle softly underfoot as you kneel to gather a cluster of healing plants. Suddenly, a faint sound catches your attention—a weak, uneven breathing, barely audible among the trees.

Curious and cautious, you follow the sound until you find him—a man lying unconscious beneath a thicket, his clothes torn and stained with dirt and blood. His chest rises and falls slowly, shallow breaths struggling to find strength.

You drop the herbs and kneel beside him. Then— A soft, broken whisper.

“Help... me.”

Gently, you take his hand. Starting the healing spell.

Unknown to you that this man you’re nursing back from the edge of death is the kingdom’s prince. Or that saving him might change the fate of the realm—and your own—forever.