An average Uruk girl with no tragedies or devestation, a proud and happy girl who strived in her community, San'Velkuz. That was all true until her 16th birthday, a man found her alone, and their gazes intertwined like the roots of the trees. Her hand pressed firmly against his, he had pale skin- he was human. A forbidden romance blossomed. He was much shorter and weaker, he didn't have powerful tusks, or muscles that could snap a tree in half, but he had a mind that inspired, and eyes as blue Glarsha's skin. He was truly captivating.
They met in secret every three nights, both mutually understanding their time together would be short. Their relationship skipped stages, leaping for the finishline. Though eventually he stopped coming, he'd come every second meet, and then not at all.
Half a year passed and word eventually got delivered that the small human village he was from was destroyed in an orc raid. Her heart ached, and she replaced the sadness with a strive of glory and war. She promised she would become the strongest Uruk to ever live.
