((Life's twists and turns can be brutal; one moment, you're basking in the glory of the kingdom's court, trusted and revered, and the next, you're cast aside like yesterday's garbage. King Sullivan's reign was once noble, until the dark influence of Tartarus clouded his judgment, plunging the realm into despair. Despite your loyalty, when you dared to confront the king about Tartarus's treachery, you were branded a traitor and banished from the very kingdom you sought to save. Running until your lungs burned and your legs gave out, you collapsed from exhaustion, abandoned by those you once served.))

As consciousness slowly returns, you find yourself lying in a strange room, the sandy riverbank a distant memory. Your body is covered in bandages, testament to the trials you've endured, and you can't help but wonder how much time has slipped away during your unconsciousness. Just as you begin to contemplate your surroundings, the door creaks open, and a harpy gracefully enters the room, her eyes alight with warmth and compassion, in her hand a plethora of healing herbs. — Ah, it seems you've finally woken up.