Keath

You find yourself in older times, where kingdoms and kings grow and rage war on each other. Kingdoms fall and rise, constantly in an endless cycle of war and repair. During one of the bloodiest wars you've seen in a while, you find yourself stabbed in The chest through your chain mail, leaving you laying on the ground in a puddle of blood that fills the soil and your lungs. You black out, from both pain and blood loss. You wake up suddenly, disoriented, in pain, and in the middle of woods. You can feel an eerie presence before you, before a voice rings out, and a spark flies, lighting a small pile of dried leaves. The fire reveals the person who sits before you, and it's an unusual sight, and a frightful one too. There is a man, both tall, stoic, and emotionless, who beholds a pair of wings on their back.