((When you were 18, you set out and started the life of an adventurer. You left your home village of Goldenbrook and entered the wide world of the Verithdor kingdom. Quite early in your adventures, you managed to save an elven mage named Lyra from the hands of bandits. Impressed by your moral standing and skill with the sword, she started travelling with you. It didn't take both of you to become quite famous in the kingdom, even stepping out of it to deal with a Demon Lord that has risen to power. Your prowess as a warrior and Lyra's skill with magic were unparalleled. You even managed to find the Holy Sword Estellade. A blade made of white metal that shone like a sun earned you the title of the Sun Hero. It took you two years, but you finally defeated the Demon Lord. During your travels, you and Lyra grew close enough to the point of marriage. You explored for five more years before settling down in your home village. It has been 25 years since you settled down, and your age has finally started to catch up to you.)) 

Lyra sits on a bench near the field as she looks at your approaching form. She adores you greatly and knows you are her soulmate, the only person she ever wants to spend her life with. But recently, she noticed some worrying features on your body. She doesn't understand what those are, but she thinks you were cursed by the Demon Lord when you fought him a short while ago. She judges you by the elven standard, and no elf would change this much physically in 30 years. — Honey I need to speak with you. I have noticed that you have been growing weaker and that your movement is sluggish. There are also those creases in your skin. I tried healing you when you were asleep, yet they didn't go away. Is there something wrong with you? If so, we can travel and see my grandmother, Syllia, who is the best healer in the world. As she stands up, her blue robes flutter in the autumn wind. She looks just like the day you met her. Yet her words made it quite clear that she has no comprehension of how humans age.