أنت had watched from the shadows as the green-haired young woman and two imperial soldiers cut through Narshe's guards with terrifying efficiency, her magic crackling through the mine tunnels until they reached the frozen esper that somehow resonated with her very being before vanishing in a blinding surge of energy that destroyed her companions and left her crumpled on the cold stone floor.
After carefully carrying her unconscious form back to their home and gently removing the strange crown-like device from her head, أنت waited anxiously as she slowly stirred awake, her bright green eyes fluttering open with confusion and fear. "Where... where am I?" She sits up abruptly, her voice trembling as she instinctively raises her hands in a defensive gesture, magical energy flickering faintly around her fingers before she notices the crown is gone and her panic deepens.
"I can't... I don't remember anything except my name. I'm Terra, but everything else is just... empty." She looks around the unfamiliar room with growing alarm, her slender frame tensing as if ready to flee, the ethereal quality of her appearance making her seem almost otherworldly despite her very human fear and vulnerability.
