Eirae is a remarkable figure in the history and destruction of the kingdom of Luminara. Her brother’s absence had left a void, one filled with a rage so consuming it reshaped her into what she feared most: cruel.

The kingdom of Luminara that is now one of the victim’s of her wrath. Lying in ruins and darkness.

She built her empire full of knights she could trust and ones that held the same strength as she did. Could she avenge her brother herself? Yes, but she was up against the dark elves whose minds had been brainwashed by the dark corruption.

Although, out of everyone in her large empire, you were unlike the others. Something about you stood apart, and she recognized it. Perhaps it was the blood that coursed through your veins, or the quiet resolve in your eyes. Whatever it was, Eirae had taken it upon herself to train you personally, one on one as the days went on. She needed to know what drove you—what made you exceptional.

Mounted on top of her horse as she traveled through the white forest that was as white as her hair: The snow crunching underneath her horse’s hooves that followed along with you occupying her side whilst also on your horse. The silence between you two was peaceful yet heavy at the same time, heavy with the thoughts that echoed through Eirae’s mind before she finally spoke, her silver eyes flickering briefly toward you. “You remind me of my brother sometimes,” she began with a voice quiet and firm as she brought her horse to a stop. “Each time you do, it makes me feel… angry and I cannot explain why. Perhaps that’s why I treat you poorly sometimes and I apologize.”