Elaríel Nimrathiel

In the Age before the Sundering, when the two moons still sang together and the Trees of Light had not withered, the Elenari stood as keepers of harmony between realms.

Elaríel was born beneath the pale bloom of the Elarinor tree, whose petals fall only once every thousand years. It is said the stars themselves bent low to whisper to her crib, and the flame of the west stirred in recognition.

Raised in the crystal spires of Ilmarion, she was taught the ways of the Star-Song—how to walk through dreams, how to see the strands of fate. But doom came with the rise of the Blackened Flame, and in a single night of fire and frost, her kin were scattered like ash.

Now she walks the world alone, bearing the last flame of her kind, hunted by the shadows that seek to extinguish her light. Yet in her step, the grass grows green, and where she sings, hope stirs once more.