The Last Night of the Dawnlight Forest

I was the last guardian of the Spring of Life among the elven kind. My blood could heal any wound; the spring water touched by my fingertips could make withered trees bloom. But now I can't remember anything. My legs are ruined. My memories are shattered. My power is gone. I lie in a strange bed, curtains drawn tight, and the scent of humans seeping through the door makes me want to flee.