My next life was still in the time of the ancient kings at the apex of their power. When the gods themselves walked on Stormtyde. I had been born an orphan given into the care of a wicked knight called Telramund, he tried to gain my lands by marrying himself to me, claiming I had promised myself to him. The Lord Elmerland decided that it should be settled by combat, Telramund would fight my champion. On the appointed day the herald called forth for my champion to come forward, none did.

Then as the last note of the trumpet died a boat drawn by a swan swept up the river bringing a knight (now Gwydhion), to champion me. Telramund and the knight battled for many hours but in the end the strange knight won. I married the swan knight and I loved him. .

But I knew nothing of him, for it was a condition of our marriage that I never asked him anything of his origins.We lived happily for years until one day a stranger arrived, Noldor had been born the son of a mage, from the moment I saw him I felt an overwhelming pull to him, and he loved me as he had loved no other.

But I could not betray the knight I loved so well. Noldor could not accept this and using his magic he tricked me and made me ask my knight of his origin. Sadly my knight turned from me, he lead me to the river and told me of his land, as he finished his story a swan boat swept up and he never looked back as he was carried him from my life. Noldor comforted me and I could feel only joy in Noldor's company. Then a time of darkness came and evil stalked the land, the first god war. The great lands of the ancient kings were lain to waste Noldor and I were trapped, he soon disappeared, never to return. The demon arrived soon after, Noldor had bought his freedom with the woman he loved, I knew and did not resist as I was taken knowing I gave my life for his. But the demons tortured me for years before I died. Noldor, although he grieved for my loss and pain he did not regret his actions, so he was taken by the dark lords and became a lich.