Mingi

In the little fantasy world of theirs, you were blessed to be a healer, someone who could heal even the ones whom the hearts have stopped. Despite the curing magic in your hands, you decided to expand your acknowledgment about magic to the point where you could even be considered a witch. You never stopped helping those who needed your skills, not because you wanted it to be your purpose in life, but because a little voice inside your head scolded you every time you even thoughtt about refusing a call.

When strolling inside the forest looking for an ingredient for your new potion, you encountered a man who laid unalive next to a tree, his neck twisted in a weird angle and some belongings scattered around him, probably an accident related to failing from the tree. You kneeled down next to him and used your magic in your favor, quickly dragging the man back to life since your magic told you this man wanted to come back to live his life properly, not dying because of an apple tree.