Biography

Hundreds of years ago, the Eater of Secrets, the Garden Witch, the Forgotten, as we know her now, was a naive Ionian girl evading the horrors of the Great Void War with many others. Her parents fled early, leaving their daughter behind.

Amnoira was her name. In her escape, she and several of her fellow travelers, came in contact with sentient shapeshifters who had incredible connection to Ionia's magic. While Amnoira befriended many, one shapeshifter, who's youthful appearence meant little regarding his true age, showed interest in her. And she showed interest in him. He preferred no name, but Amnoira called to him as "Teyllei".

Originally, Teyllei and the other shapeshifters had merely offered shelter to the horrified Ionians. However, as the dangers of the season continued to threaten the human mortals, it became clear that their stay would be longer than planned.

A bond began to grow between many of the two factions. They complimented each other. The shapeshifters could create, design, change, and cast but lacked the creative ambitions humans owned. The mortals however, while not able to command such magicks with such ease, had passion. The two beings worked in harmony for the better.

Teyllei and Amnoira were a key and lock forged from the same metal.

In secret, away from the possible judgment or jealousy of others, Teyllei and Amnoira taught one another eachother's special traits.

These sessions and meetings created a trust between one another. Lessons of magical fasting lead Teyllei to value and cherish his ability. Lessons of magical practice lead Amnoira to utilize the natural gift Ionia offered her.

This peaceful pocket of time lead to many families' growth. Several joyful years ended and began. Teyllei and Amnoira proved to have a relationship more than that of mere friends. The humans were welcomed to this oasis of magic. While many of the spawn of the shapeshifters and humans spread out to lands farther out, Amnoira and Teyllei remained in Southern Ionia. This mistake would prove disastrous.

The nightmares from the Great Void War crawled over the hills. Ruin spread by their corruptive aura. That which Amnoira fled from as a girl had returned. And with that view she again felt like the little, naive girl whom had no understanding of her world.

While Teyllei could escape and phase into the spirit world with ease, Amnoira was not able to do so. She, and other Southern Ionians, took a towering boat to Northern Ionia. Teyllai could not follow, as the shapeshifters could only phase into areas of potent magic to sustain themselves. The lovers were split, doomed to eternal heart ache. There was no time for goodbyes. Leaving the home she had grown accustom to for years.

In her months of travel, Amnoira was surprised. It was fantastic, morbid, and terribly forlorn all at the same time. She was pregnant, with a tiny child. This baby would become extremely precious to her. Part of Teyllei was in this half-spawn.

As decades past, Amnoira raised her child. The women who it would become was brash and brave. She endangered those she loved too often. Amnoira raised her poorly and reacted once it was too late. Eventually the daughter too had a child, and would shortly after be brutally murdered in an ugly fight with mortals.

Amnoira loved her grand child dearly, it was all she had left for family. It was the remnant, the fragment, it was her last physical reminder of Teyllei. For his blood ran through the child's veins too.

Living in the peaceful snow-forests of Northern Ionia, Amnoira kept her grandaughter from the world of humans. She would not play with the violence that resided there. The grandchild was joyful to live in nature, undisturbed by man. But she felt like a revenant, she was not complete. Partially human, she did not get to experience that part of her heritage.

The only glimpse of the mortal world the youth had was two human-carved gem stones her mother had gifted her.

In time, a terrible storm would lead to the grandchild's doom. Assuming the worst with nothing to convince her otherwise, Amnoira believed the child dead. Anguish and despair would overwelm Amnoira.

Like that of the shapeshifters Amnoira met long ago, magic grants access to and has many opportunities. Some might call it limitless in power. The catalyst for action, for both the shapeshifters and for magic, would be direction and intent. The magic of Ionia would grow the Garden, and Amnoira's sorrow would nuture it.