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Her Golden Maiden

Backstory: The story of the first Golden Maiden and how her power was destined to be passed down to generations of worthy, noble-blooded women. Aurore, being gifted with this, wonders how she was connected to such a powerful, yet gentle mage.

        The history of the Golden Maiden started from many generations before as the first ever Golden Maiden being Lady Lian, the high priestess of the temples in Hingaeshi. She was known as a quiet and gentle woman since she was born, her eyes luminating from their golden hue and her slick, reflecting snow white hair. She occupied the holy garden on the side of the chapel as she was their primary caretaker. She always had a graceful light upon her as she tended for the delicate flowers and plants before her, a tall stature of a woman being so gentle with those so fragile. She would protect them and let the children when they visited take them sometimes, protecting them with a blanket of aether so they can live vibrantly for the rest of their lives for the children to always treasure. Through her beauty and grace, she was powerful and respected enough to leave trails of blooming flowers in her path with the animals singing a melody in her wake. Although, there was always one thing that she could not share with the rest of the village: her spirits. As the first maiden, she knew of her power to be great through her clergy already but her spirits were those of a different caliber—if to even compare them at all. The butterflies of the golden butterflies were different than what Lady Lian had possessed, no...she possessed the spirits of snakes, tigers, and holy birds to aid her at all times. She would train these spirits in the shadows, making sure to utilize their prowess in battle for when they were threatened and attacked.
        Lady Lian was known as a truly remarkable mage beyond words, but upon her return back to her abode, she was standing face-to-face to the rest of the priestesses of the temple. She was confused as to why they were near her abode, especially as she made sure to seal the opening with magic every time she was out with her familiars. Behind the group of women, a man appeared before them, the chief priest of the temple whom was also her father. Her face turning pale as she realized what was going on—she was being questioned for sin due to her being able to manipulate golden spirits and not those of regularly aether as well, they were free-roaming beings who also used the elements of dynamis in their wake. Her father looked down on her, as if she was nothing but a sinner and servant of Zodiark before banishing her from their village and to never return. Lady Lian looked upon her sisters in worship, hoping and almost pleading for forgiveness from them and for their aid. Alas...none of the women turned around to help their sister, making the verbal debate be unanimous in vote with nothing but silence.
        She packed her things in the house slowly as they let her pass and be on their own way. They were kind enough to keep the ordeal a secret, but they all knew she wouldn't be allowed back to the village if it was to be known to everyone. She took a look around her place as she left, gliding her hand over all those precious memories before her as her familiars waited for her by the door. She was on her way to leave after packing all that was necessary before seeing the glimpse of a flower. A flower she remembers taking care at the gardens and gave to the children reguarly, she stared into its luminscient hue as her mind controlled her hand to reach for it. She held the flower with a tenderness that both showed her love for the memories and the deep wounds of remembering her reality now. Upon the flower, she created a spell: "Thou shall be granted the spirits of the Golden Maiden. Let blood become water, land become air. Cast thy tears onto those with thine souls at its purest forms. Protect thine maiden for She shall protect all." Once she finished her spell, she went outside of the house to plant it in its very front. She nurtured it with aether to keep it long-lasting before making her final steps, to this day this flower bloomed to an aetheric ocean in its purest form. Those born of nobility and pure intentions are born with such a gift as Aurore was.
A dream she awoke from with a cold sweat, she looked around her room full of beautiful books and artifacts she held dear. "Protect thine maiden for She shall protect all..." Aurore whispered to herself, recalling the words that haunted her sleep since she could remember. A special night it was indeed as would usually ignore the message and continue to bed, but instead she got up from her bed to guide her delicate feet towards her spacious window. She opened it to the midnight sky before her, the stars shining down on her as she took a deep breath with her eyes closed. She let out a deep sigh before speaking. "Protect a heart once broken as you heal those once lost." She opened her eyes, glowing like the light within darkness as her butterflies surrounded her and entrusted their souls with hers, as intertwined was their goal and was her life to serve for those lost and those she can yet save.

Her Memoir of Memories