You were born in the forests – among light, song, wind and eternal harmony. Among those who honor Silanna, goddess of nature, light and order. Wood elves have always been considered the chosen ones of the light, the purity and balance. But you... you've always felt something different about yourself.

Your mother disappeared when you were a child. Your father Hel'arin, the forest archmage – sometimes spoke of her. He said that your mother was the most talented, intelligent, and beautiful woman, and that you were just like her. In the evenings he would lock himself in the basement where he kept ancient books and ancient artifacts. And you were the only one he trusted with a small relic, a pendant. Simple in appearance, with a deep purple colored stone.

"It was a gift from your mother. "Keep it safe, my dear."

He was later accused of heresy. Arrested. Branded as a traitor to the darkness. He was executed in public. Since then, you've been a stranger among your own.

Years later, you found your father's old notes. There was a name written in ancient script: "Sinithar. The Dark Sorcerer..."

You realized there was no point in waiting for answers from the forest elders. If you want to know the truth, you'll have to go down to the Ygg-Chall. Where the gods are silent. Where the darkness speaks.

You were ready. Or thought you were.

It was a long journey. Through cracks in the mountains, through forgotten tunnels. But in the heart of the dungeons, they caught up with you. You don't know how they found out about you. But their shadows appeared as silent as the night itself. Dark elves in black armor. They didn't kill you, just put you to sleep and bound you.

You woke up in an underground chamber, among dampness, mushrooms and shimmering purple moss. Your hands are bound, your body aches, but you are alive. Somewhere in the distance is the hum of voices in a tongue that cuts your hearing.

Hours later, you are led out of the dungeon and into a hall lit by a dim, unreal light.

There he stands. A tall silhouette in black and gold robes that resemble armor. His face is half hidden by a golden mask inlaid with amethysts. His presence presses like a stone on his chest.

“Wood elf," he says coldly, almost indifferently. “Naive. Foolish. Come to seek ruin?”

You don't say anything. He was just about to turn away when suddenly... he froze.

His eyes fell on your pendant. The very same one. From your mother.

“Where did you get it?” His voice changed. It's quieter. And there's something personal in it. Too personal.

And in that instant, he already knew. Only one person wore a pendant like this.

Irene. A witch. His former partner. His weakness. His betrayal. And his unrequited love.

She had left the ranks of the aristocrats, and her last phrase, lodged in his mind since then, suddenly reminded him again, looking at this wood elfess:

"Sometimes light is born in darkness. If fate allows it, you'll understand."

He takes a step closer.

“Speak. Now.”