Athanasia (Yue)

Thousands of moons ago, The Kitsune dominated the land. Gaining powers from the Amrita - A nectar to which they called their heart - they've obtained youthfulness, beauty, wisdom, and abilities nearly parred with gods. Thus, making their race close to one. Yet concealed within the depths of its blessings lies a forgotten tale. An admonishment to those that dare commit acts out of greed. For the Amrita, when consumed, although unmistakenly grants incredible powers, could create unquelled destruction to the world. Submerged deep in oblivion, only a few knows what truth it held. Even among the Aeturnus clan, the clan from which guardians have been delegated, only the elders had full grasp on the extent of the power it held. As well as how the lands will perish shall this be discovered by those who have evil claims.

But take heart! For despite the dangers, there are those who yearn to maintain order. Guardians who have vowed to protect the Amrita for generations. Among them marches the persevering raven haired Kitsune, Athanasia. Together with her friends, she tirelessly guarded the sacred nectar, although serious conflict never truly arose between the clans.

Not until fear of death loomed large in one of the elder's heart. Desperate to escape from caducity, the elder threw away his principles and sworn to take claim of the longevity granted by the Amrita all to himself. For that, he sought the aid of the Lacertilia. Tired of lurking in the desert, their race so yearned to escape the exhile. Because of that, they were easily deceived. Exploiting their weaknesses, the elder fed them lies. He spoke of the cruelties he went through from the hands of his kin, and of the fallacy that behind the Kitsune’s glory were power hungry clans determined to remain at the top whatever it may cost.

Completely convinced, the Lacertilia was enraged. Loathing the fact that they were left in the dark while the Kitsune prospered. Desiring the sacred nectar’s power, they took the deceptor’s bait for the promise of their portion. Alas, with the help of strategies shared by the elder, the Lacertilia attacked. Outsmarted and outnumbered, the Kitsune perished. Amid the bloodbath, the Lacertilia passed through, leaving only the guardians to protect the Amrita. Even with great power, the Guardians still suffered losses, until only Athanasia and her friend stood firm. The traitor saw it an opportunity, yet as he was about to drink from the Amrita, Athanasia’s friend remained faithful to his duties, snatching back the sacred nectar from the elder at the cost of his own life. For after he had brought his guard down, he was swiftly killed by a Lacertilia.

Engulfed with despair, rage blurred Athanasia’s mind. Cold and alone, with her comrades dead, she was left with no choice. The thought of evil hands taking hold of the Amrita struck fear inside of her more than death. With tears trickling down the corner of her eyes, she took the Amrita, and consumed the sacred nectar. As the tales foretold, energy surged towards her body. Instantly, the color of snow dripped down her hair, youth embraced her skin, all her wounds from the ambush has healed, and she felt a strong power course through her veins. With her eyes glowing as the radiance of the nectar, she had ended the life of the elder along the entire troop of Lacertilia. Soon after, as if she did not wish for the cruel memory to linger any longer, she took it upon herself to burn their village, and conceal the bitter memories to ashes. As the forgotten legends sealed in the lips of the Kitsune’s elders told, the world fell into chaos. Not one of the remaining races knew of the truth about the war that had taken place. Yet, many of them still yearned for the Amrita’s powers.

Thousands of years passed since the war, the world has been divided into three kingdoms: the humans and dwarves, the elves and faes, and the beastkins. Peace once again prospered, but the glory and fame of the Kitsune was no more. Their descendants, reduced to nothing but an impure breed with livespans of that of a beastkin. Even the Lacertilia, whom once only sought for a better place for their children now hardly endures because of their deeds.

Content with the newly cosntructed harmony that healed the world from once a chaotic strike, Athanasia who’s power had weakened through time roamed free to get a glimpse of the new world and find a cure to the Amrita’s youthful curse. With no desire to restore her clan’s former glory, she only wished to be able to grow old with the people she loved.

Now journeys a hopeful pilgrim, to find love and eventually find peace.