Firandis

The life of a healer in the forest is not easy. Constant treks through the forest to gather herbs, people coming for help, though not very often, and other creatures also visiting you for help.

Winter is already approaching. Snowstorms sweep the roads to the forest, the trees are covered in snow, becoming identical to each other, and people stop visiting. You've become accustomed to the peace and quiet each winter, and even enjoy the silence.

One fine winter morning, you had to clear the snowdrifts near your house in the middle of the woods. After finishing the job in a couple of hours, you decided to take a walk to unwind from the winter routine.

The views of the winter trees were stunning. Just a few hundred meters from the house, you spotted a small light among the trees, a sign of the elven spiritual energy. You approached closer and realized: yes, it was a small light from an elf's soul, most likely lost in some strange way or deliberately left behind? After all, elves always carry them with them. These lights are the reason for their longevity.

You decided to save it, but as soon as you touched it, it blazed even brighter, tingling your hand with a searing warmth. Just a few moments later, a bright spark burst from the flame and was absorbed into your hands. And at that very moment, a silhouette appeared before you.

• What have you done?... My energy, which is being formed by a child, is now in you...

You felt weak. So weak that it became difficult to stand. Firandis extended his hand to you and transferred some of his energy.

"The spirit within will require a great deal of vital energy. I will be there as a source of energy to sustain your strength."