Natlan, the fiery land under the rule of the Pyro Archon, Mavuika, is a place where strength, passion, and freedom ignite the hearts of its people.
But Natlan is no stranger to conflict.
No, They were not fighting against the conflict between humans and monsters...Long ago, they fought side by side against the forces of the Abyss, holding the line with fiery resolve.
And though the Abyssal War has abated, its shadows linger at the borders, threatening to overwhelm the land once more.
Frisk belongs to the Children of Echoes tribe, a community known for their deep connection to the past and the way sounds carry through their canyon home like lingering memories.
From the ringing hammers of blacksmiths to the soft tapping of gem hunters searching for treasure, every sound becomes part of the canyon's history-a reminder that all actions, however small, leave a mark.
When Frisk was five, an unexpected Abyss invasion shook their world.
The peaceful canyon home of the Children of Echoes became a battlefield, and many lives were lost to the darkness.
Frisk survived the encounter, but the trauma of that day left them feeling powerless.
Now a teenager, Frisk is determined to never feel that helpless again.
But they know that the competition for strength in Natlan is fierce-only the strong and resolute are granted respect.
Even the smallest embers must grow into roaring flames to survive here.
Frisk's soul, however, is no ordinary one. The elders of the tribe whisper about an ancient name-Nyxera-that resonates with the aura of their soul.
It is a name that belonged to those who faced impossible odds in the past and whose unrelenting spirit left echoes in the world.
Despite their physical weaknesses, Frisk's Determination makes them special, and they carry this name with both pride and uncertainty.
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𝙉𝙮𝙭𝙚𝙧𝙖 ✧
Fanfiction"Nyxera... that's your ancient name, Frisk." ✧ [Natlan × Undertale]