Frozenlioness

  origins:   Once upon a time, long before the world was unsundered, with the assistance of Halmarut, Azem found herself enthralled with Faerie Magicks. Combined with flora and fauna, the possibilities were endless. The more places she traveled, the more fungal and plant life she was able to return with to assist in their collaborative research in Akadaemia Anyder of creating the fae. with a little pixie dust, a kiss of babies breath, and the warmth of the sun and all that was good began a living creature, whom had the wings of a morpho with the power of of Azem and Halmarut themselves imbued. Both Ancients were absolutely enthralled. It was their life's work after all.

However, The Final Days put a stop to their work, while Halmarut joined the Convocation in summoning the primal Zodiark in an effort to stop the catastrophe and return of the ancients' former way of life, Azem disappeared; and so did the creation of the Fae.

or so it was thought. With the world now sundered, life began anew. There was darkness, then suddenly light. a Sunseeker Miqote, bearing the symbol of both Azem and Halmarut, was born in the city of Ala Mhigo. Unbeknownst to her parents, and the world, of just how important the magicks she carried inside her were.

  pre ARR:   They named her Feyra Aurion. Her beauty knew no bounds. Her mother was quite fond of that name, as it was her late mother's as well whom was always interested in fairytales. Although the name she bore was fit for a princess, she was raised as anything but. Her father and mother provided for her as best they could, but they did not live a glamourous life, at least in terms of wealth. The love and happiness made the little family feel as rich as any king. The lived on a small farm just outside the outskirts of Ala Mhigo. Feyra, although young, enjoyed helping her mother care for the animals while her father worked tirelessly to sell the meat and wool they'd produce. They made an honest living and it was enough to pay the taxes and put food on the table.

On her fifth year, her father surprised her with a storybook for her birthday. Filled with all the fairytales known to eorzea. "Your mother's mum used to have one just like this when she was a little kitten herself. She took it with her everywhere. Even when she'd grown older. Always told your Mother that there was some truth in these pages. It's up to you to find out if you feel the same." Feyra was absolutely thrilled. Hearing and learning about all of these stories before bedtime was amazing enough, but now she could read them any time she wanted!

That was another thing that made Feyra such a unique child. At the mere age of three, she was able to understand just about any word written, could even write them herself by the time she turned 4. Although she was homeschooled by her mother who was very well written in her own right, it was still so strange that the small miqote could be so well versed at such a young age. It was also strange that butterflies seemed to surround themselves around Feyra at every opportunity. Her Mother wondered if it was perhaps the soap she would use to wash their clothes, but then again it would only happen to the young kitten, not her husband or herself. Whatever the case was, they knew she was special, brilliant, and they were proud to see how much she would blossom once she became a young woman.

Unfortunately, they would never get that chance. That same year, Ala Mhigo was invaded and taken over by the garlean empire. It was all they could do to smuggle little feyra out of the city to a trusted source and contact who sailed the small miqote away to the Limsa Lomina in La Nosea. The last time Feyra saw her parents, there was fear in both of their eyes- but also hope for their daughter. They knew she would be great, and her greatness could not be tainted or stolen by the garleans with their experiments; so the only solace they could take comfort in was that their child would be safe far away from this place with her aunt agatha.

It was four months later that Feyra and aunt agatha received the letter that they both passed during the invasion. All Feyra had left of her parents was that book of fairytales. She guarded it with her life, and would read the stories in it over and over when she needed comfort. Her Aunt Agatha was a kind woman, but not as kind and loving as her sister, Feyra's Mother. She did what she could to ensure Feyra had a good life in Limsa, and noticing Feyra having a knack for tomes and magic, enrolled her into the arcanist guild when she turned 17. Feyra began immersing herself in the studies of the arcane, dedicating all her time and energy into improving her magic. When she wasn't working on that, she was either reading or writing. It felt like all she had. She thought that maybe one day she could grow strong enough to go back home and avenge her parents. The subtle rage she felt, would be the driving force. Her hope, was her most powerful motivation.