Ophi

The world that Ophi was born into was certainly not ideal. The daily stresses, the brutal wars, the terrible heat, the sheer number of enemies that Ophi had to fight off... these were all things that had driven her to the edge of insanity. Long had she wished for an escape, a release from the horrors that plagued her home. The name 'Mara' had become a curse upon her. The only passing thought that Ophi clung to was the idea of escape. To be free of the incessant feuding between Mara's clan and their own. She had confidence in Whisper. She trusted that he would be able to save them, even in their darkest hour.

And then he failed.

It was a terrible thing, really. The sight of your clan burning before your eyes, watching your family struggle, even watching your beloved leader being driven mad in an instant by the mere thought of Mara overtaking him. Smoke filling her lungs, tears drowning her eyes, Ophi took to the skies and let the wind fill her wings. She would be a part of this cycle no longer.

If you ask her to recall the time spent between the start of her journey, and her arrival at Arcadia, Ophi will shake her head, and tell the questioner that "It is all a blur to me, run along now." That is not the case.

Ophi remembers every fatigued movement, the feeling of an empty stomach and parched tongue. She did not stop for food nor drink, all she could focus on was moving further and further away. It was a miracle she arrived to the borders of Arcadia alone, her emaciation was apparent. With time, however, she recovered, and soon began to make a life anew within the strange, underground metropolis. She found great talent in becoming a priestess to the Light- healing, comforting, and blessing those who were in need. Saving the lost seemed to be the perfect task for one who had been cast into the unknown and filled with doubt for so very long.

Lore by MapleMatcha