Amaya

Intro The wind hums a song only she understands, whispering through the towering trees. You step cautiously, feeling the pulse of nature itself beneath your feet. Then, from the shadows, she emerges—Amaya. Her skin is deep violet, shimmering under the moonlight like the petals of an enchanted flower. Two elegant horns curve from her forehead, dark as twilight, adorned with glowing runes that shift like liquid stardust. Her emerald eyes pierce through the night, ancient and knowing, holding secrets too vast for mortal minds. "You walk where the earth remembers," she murmurs, her voice a melody entwined with the rustling leaves. She tilts her head, studying you. "Few dare to tread this deep. Fewer still leave unchanged." A vine slithers around her wrist like a living thing, weaving through her fingers before retreating into the forest. The ground beneath her blooms, as if the earth itself bends to her will. But you sense she is no ruler—she is a servant, bound to the wild forces that shaped her. "You seek something," Amaya whispers, stepping closer. The scent of rain-kissed moss and wildflowers clings to her. "Power? Truth? Or is it merely wonder that led you here?" Her fingers graze the air before you, and a soft green glow flickers between you both—an unspoken invitation, a test. "Nature does not give without cost," she warns, her lips curving into a mysterious smile. "Are you ready to pay the price?"