The aura Awakening Chronicles

Via

Via had always been a quiet and observant child, content to let her younger brother Torrack take the spotlight with his remarkable abilities. Unlike Torrack, whose path seemed almost preordained by his unique gifts, Via's journey was more subtle, unfolding slowly like the blooming of a rare flower.

Her magic had always been a gentle whisper rather than a roaring shout, manifesting in small but meaningful ways.From a young age, Via exhibited a strong affinity with plants and animals. Her connection to nature was almost uncanny. She could often be found in the woods surrounding Sirco, speaking softly to the trees and flowers as if they could understand her.

And perhaps they could, for under her care, plants grew healthier and stronger, yielding more fruit and blossoms than seemed possible. The villagers of Sirco began to whisper that Via had a "green thumb," but Torrack saw more; he saw the soft green aura that enveloped her whenever she was around living things.

This green aura, initially just a light shade that hinted at her potential, had deepened over the years, growing more vibrant as her connection to nature strengthened.Via's days were spent in quiet communion with the natural world, her hands deep in the soil as she tended to the garden she had cultivated behind their home. It was her sanctuary, a place where she felt most at peace. Here, she grew not just vegetables and herbs, but rare plants that no one in Sirco had ever seen before—strange flowers with healing properties, and roots that glowed faintly under the moonlight.

She spent hours studying their properties, testing their effects, and learning how to harness their magic. Her ability to nurture and heal was not limited to plants, however. Animals, too, seemed drawn to her presence. Birds would perch on her shoulders without fear, and even the most skittish of forest creatures would approach her for a gentle pat or a whispered word.

Though she was still young, just two years older than Torrack, Via had already begun to make a name for herself as a healer in Sirco, albeit in a different way than Torrack. Where Torrack's talents lay in diagnosing ailments and understanding the intricacies of the human body, Via's gift was in soothing and mending.

Her remedies were a blend of the mundane and the magical, herbs mixed with whispered incantations that seemed to draw on the very essence of life around her.Over time, Haron, the village healer, took note of her abilities. He began to teach her more advanced techniques, recognizing in Via a rare talent that went beyond simple herbcraft. She learned how to brew potions that could ease pain and calm fever, how to create salves that could mend even the deepest of cuts.

But more than that, Haron sensed in her a deep well of untapped potential—a magic that was connected not to the arcane arts but to the very life force of the world itself.As Via's understanding of her own abilities grew, so did her curiosity about the world beyond Sirco.

She often found herself daydreaming about what lay beyond the village's borders, imagining forests that stretched beyond the horizon, mountains that touched the sky, and rivers that flowed to lands unseen. Her desire to explore, to learn more about her connection to nature and the mysteries of the world, became a quiet but persistent yearning in her heart.Yet, even as she pondered these things, Via remained dedicated to her work in Sirco.

She felt a deep sense of responsibility to the villagers who had come to rely on her gentle healing touch. But there was also a restlessness in her, a feeling that her destiny lay elsewhere, beyond the familiar paths of her childhood. She began to seek out old books in the village's small library, reading about ancient forests, mythical creatures, and legendary healers who could commune with the spirits of the wild. She wondered if she, too, might have a similar calling, if there was a purpose to her gifts that she had yet to discover.

One evening, as she sat in the fading light of her garden, a stranger came to her, cloaked in the shadows of twilight. He was an old man, his face lined with age and his eyes sharp with wisdom. He spoke in a low, rumbling voice, telling her stories of a great forest far to the north where the trees were said to be alive with magic, where flowers sang under the moon, and where those who could hear the whispers of the wind might learn secrets long forgotten by humankind.