Theira was born into an isolationist and magic-phobic community resembling more of a cult, with their grand temple carved into the mountain's cave system where the elders resided. Common people, including Theira's family, lived in a forest clearing beneath the mountain's peak, governed by their moon deity as hunter-gatherers aiming to preserve their blood's purity by shunning the corruption of modernity. Born with "moon-kissed" hair, Theira was hailed as a symbol of luck and divine favor. Despite the deceptive practices of the Lunari clerics, her upbringing in her family's modest hut was relatively normal, and she shared a deep connection with her aunt Viola, her namesake and steadfast confidant.

As the middle child between two brothers, Theira often found herself left to her own devices in her younger years, fostering a love for exploring the wilds around their home and developing a keen sense of balance, along with skills in climbing, navigation, and swimming. Her affection for animals stemmed from their innocence, ingrained by her well-developed moral code thanks to her parents. Particularly protective of her meek youngest brother against village bullies, her interventions occasionally led to trouble, but she remained generally well-liked within the community due to family connections.

As patriarchal expectations grew, Theira's time in the forest waned, and she became mentored by her artisan mother. Longing for the outdoors, her wish was granted when her father's injury led her to assume his duties as a ranger patrol guard member. The opportunity proved bittersweet. Overlooked by skeptical fellow guards as a young, female, pacifist newcomer, even her elder brother's leadership role couldn't shield her from harassment and being offloaded with the most boring of tasks. Growing resentment took hold, and despite her brother insisting every new guard underwent a similar initiation, Theira struggled to maintain respect for those who held none for her. Aunt Viola comforted Theira's hushed whimpers about crushed dreams by candlelight, assuring her unique talents would eventually shine through and not to give up.

That would be one of Theira's last memories of her. Aunt Viola's sudden illness swiftly followed. As Theira witnessed the elders and their god standing by, doing nothing while her beloved aunt suffered and ultimately succumbed to the unknown sickness, the seeds of anger and doubt took root in her heart. Why didn't they do anything? Why couldn't they heal her? Clutching the longbow gifted by her aunt tighter than ever, Theira uncharacteristically withdrew socially and retreated to the forest, even at the cost of neglecting her guard duties. Despite seeing the pain in her mother's eyes, she couldn't bring herself to speak about their shared loss. Instead, she immersed herself in hunting and tasks to aid her family, attempting to distract from the haunting sound of Viola's final gasping breath replaying in her mind.

Naive Theira saw an opportunity to practice by offering magical services to her community, eager to challenge their misguided belief that magic was harmful and help people. Despite initial skepticism, she gradually gained trust, treating minor wounds and ailments in friends and family. Word spread, attracting a growing line of people seeking her assistance. While her father and eldest brother disapproved, her youngest brother supported her, and her anxious mother only wished for her happiness. A month passed and, unbeknownst to Theira, her increasing reputation drew the elders' attention, who deemed her "magical healing" methods blasphemous.

What became known as "the Surge" struck like a thief in the night, inducing panic across the nations with its magical lightning storm. The morning after, unsettling news emerged that Theira's father and others had gone missing during the overnight patrol, leading to chaos in the village. The screaming voices of the enraged crowd demanded answers from the elders, with even Theira's meek youngest brother contributing to the fray. Distraught by her father's disappearance and the chaos in the village, Theira sought refuge in her beloved druid's cottage in the woods, believing he would have the answers. To her dismay, the cottage had vanished without a trace, leaving her overwhelmed with dread. In a desperate search, she ran blindly until she found herself in an unfamiliar, darker part of the forest. Exhausted, she dropped to her knees and cried as her world crumbled around her.

Regaining composure, Theira, relying on her Ranger skills, determined to find her way home. Her blood ran cold as she discovered a trail of big, fresh footprints, the footprints of Goliaths mixed with those of her kin and signs of a struggle. Bursting into a sprint, she ignored the scrapes of the foliage, racing to warn her people of the cause of the disappearances. Eventually, she arrived home to a devastating scene—a crowd gathered around Theira's hut, now a bonfire containing her belongings and study notes. The high priests had rallied a mob, convinced that Theira's involvement with forbidden arts caused the guards' disappearance during the Surge. Despite her attempts to warn of the true enemy lurking and explain her magic was meant to help, not harm, the priests dismissed her pleas, solely blaming her for angering the moon deity.

A grieved woman lunged at Theira with a knife, attempting to slash off her moon-kissed hair for she was unworthy of it. Amidst the chaos, Theira's mother sobbed, and her eldest brother, seeking to spare her life, shielded her and took her aside. He informed her that she had to leave to avoid further disgrace to their family and missing father. Feeling betrayed, Theira packed what little she had left and departed in peace.