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She was given to Hybern when she was only 18. A human family trading their daughter for money with the High Fae. They claimed it was because they loved her and wanted to give her a better life.
The life of a High Fae.
It was a torture every day of her life... Until she felt it. The way the blood dripped from her fair skin, the blank look on her face when she looked at herself in the mirror, decorated in red splatter, like blood stainig paper when she stood over her parents. A High Fae, standing over humans...
3 years she had suffered -
And finally when she felt the Hybern King die - her connection to the Cauldron fanishing. Shackles falling from her wrists and ankles.
Was the moment ahe found herself back in the Mortal Lands, colouring her childhood home red.
1 year later - everything changed.
After the death of her parents, she moved to Velaris, and lived there, hoping to escape her past life... Until The Starfall Ball - she started having the same dream over and over again -
Standing in front of a mirror, seeing herself wearing a crown of golden thorns.... The mirror behind her whispering the same thing over and over to her...
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"We are waiting for you, Nx'ilu"
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