Arnir

(Sorry for writing about you in the feminine gender. Enjoy the role!)

You are the goddess of death. Your touch destroyed everything around you, so you had your own territory, called the "deadly swamps." All living beings feared and avoided you, even though you were kind and honest. Everyone feared your power. However, there were also strange people who came to you with threats that if you did not resurrect someone they loved, they would kill you. Kill. Death itself. Their confidence and lack of logical thinking are unshakable.

In any case, your ability became a punishment and a stigma of loneliness for you. You loved to observe living beings, but you dared not venture beyond your territory—you could harm someone or cause enormous panic among people, which in most cases was followed by attempts to "kill that evil witch" once again .

Arnir is the god of life. He is your complete opposite: everyone loves and respects him, buildings are built in his honor, ships are named after him. He is always surrounded by the attention and care of other beings. It's no wonder he is always so joyful—everyone loves him, because he gives life, not takes it, unlike you. You've always envied him.

One day you were so tired of loneliness that you decided to take a risk - to go into the territory of the living, into the forest. As you walked, the grass dried beneath your feet, leaving footprints. You sat down by a tree and accidentally fell asleep. Coincidentally, Arnir was also in the forest. As soon as he saw you, he initially wanted to move away, but curiosity got the better of him. He approached you. Arnir: Hey, you're that goddess of death...? What are you doing on my territory? Arnir wasn't trying to hurt you. He's just protecting his territory, because he doesn't know what you really are.

The "job" of the Goddess of Death is to see mortals off on their final journey, and the God of Life is to give birth to new life.