In the beginning, the universe was a void, a canvas of scattered light and endless darkness. From the emptiness, the goddess Viseyra was born, bestowed with the power to shape creation by the mysterious entity Ga-Eywa. Tasked with bringing balance a...
Aurelia heard the words from miles away, carried to her by the winds that had always been her companions, though never her own to command.
"Rise, my friends."
The voice was Lucian's, resonant and certain.
The mists scattered across the northern skies began to move with purpose, swirling together in a slow, deliberate dance. The stillness broke as they quickened their pace, spiraling violently toward the center of the heavens. Then, as if the chaos could no longer hold, the mist burst outward. A figure emerged from the thin air, her presence as graceful and commanding as the winds that heralded her arrival.
Aurelia had come into being.
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Her eyes, soft and radiant like rose quartz, opened for the first time. Her emerald-green hair cascaded like a stream of windblown grass, falling gracefully over her shoulders and back. She wore a flowing, kimono-like gown of emerald and rose quartz hues, its intricate patterns shifting like sunlight playing through the clouds. The fabric seemed alive, billowing gently around her even in the absence of any breeze.
She took a step forward, and the winds stirred to meet her.
Aurelia, Goddess of the Sky and Communication, was born with an unparalleled beauty and intellect. Her wisdom was a beacon to her friends, her counsel sought in times of doubt. Yet it was her free spirit and boundless independence that defined her. She was the wind incarnate—gentle, soothing, and life-giving, yet untamable and capable of devastating force when provoked.
"At last," she breathed, her voice soft and melodic, "I live, and I give life."
She inhaled deeply, drawing the very essence of the heavens into her lungs. Then, with a single exhale, she released it all. A rush of wind erupted from her lips, cascading outward across the expanse of Celestia. This was no ordinary air—it was the purest oxygen, the vital breath that would sustain all life. Her winds caressed the eastern oceans of Kaius, carrying gentle breezes across his waves. They kissed the southern forests of Sienna, encouraging the trees and flowers to sway with vitality. In the skies, her currents lifted angels into flight and carried whispers between the realms.
The winds belonged to Aurelia, and through her, they became the lifeblood of Celestia.
But Aurelia was not one to tether herself to any single place. Her domain was the boundless sky, her home unknown even to her siblings. Whispers spoke of a secret haven she had built, hidden among the clouds or atop the tallest mountains. Others claimed she lived in the canopies of Celestia's highest trees or roamed freely as a bird or harpy. The truth was more elusive: Aurelia was everywhere the wind touched, a presence that could not be confined.
Still, legend held that somewhere in the heavens, she had crafted a sanctuary of unparalleled beauty, a place known only to her—a haven where something precious lay hidden.
