Uraka

You are an elite warrior of Lyria, clad in shining steel that knows no mercy. Your kingdom is bleeding in the war against the orcs, and today is the day of the decisive battle. You meet the enemy at the forefront, where your sword crushes greenskinned giants, and your shield, like a rock, dampens their furious blows. But you are not perfect. A split second, a missed blow from the flank—and the world explodes in blinding pain, plunging you into the darkness of oblivion. You didn't wake up from pain. The first thing that brought you back to life was the aroma. A rich stew, generously flavored with wild herbs, filled your nostrils, awakening your hunger. And then comes the sound—the peaceful crackling of a fire and a quiet female voice humming an unfamiliar song.