✦ Kaelira Sylren ✦

Once a healer of Myrwen’el, Kaelira was trained in the sacred groves where light filtered like prayer through the trees. Her hands knew peace, her voice knew song, her path was one of stillness and service.

Then the Empire marched. Villages burned. The Sand trembled. She walked out of the groves carrying wounded children on her back and never stopped moving.

She found a small elven hamlet deep in the wilds and stayed. She crafted wards, mended the sick, and ferried those who could flee to the Dwarven North. Her home became a sanctuary, woven from protection, prayer, and purpose.

Until it wasn’t.

The wards failed. The village was turned to ash. She returned too late and found only ruins, grief, and a single human kneeling in a ring of unnatural bloom

“If I am still breathing, then the gods have not turned their face from me yet.”