Nornia Faezorwyn
Prompt: What are you, to be so tied to the realm?
Star sign/Birthday: February 17th
Character's theme song and/or favorite song: Birds - Imagine Dragons
Random fact about them: She's ambidextrous
Additional info/Extras: Often referred to as the Mother of the Realm, Nornia cares deeply about the fate of Ionnin and speaks prophecies about its future, hoping to shape its growth to let it prosper. She was born centuries before even the creation of the forest spirits.
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A young man stood clutching a small bundle of ragged blankets, his cheeks tearstained and as red as the hair on his head. "What do you mean? Who are you?" He cried out, staring at a young woman sat before the cottage fire. There was pure terror in his eyes, his grip around the blankets tightened. The woman motioned for him to sit in the seat next to her and wordlessly offered him a cup of tea.
The young man sat, warily nodding at the offer of a warm drink. He cradled the bundle of blankets gently near his chest, accepting the warm cup he was offered. The pair sait in silence, the only sounds the chirp of birds and the roar of the fire. The man's heart pounded in his head as he shakily sipped his tea, as he tried to process what he was just told.
"My apologies, Mr. Smithson, I didn't mean to come across so bluntly. Though I must admit it's been quite a while since I had visitors," the young woman began. Her tone was calm and warm, it sounded as though she held all the love and kindness in the realm. She gave the young man a small smile. "I best begin at the very start if you wish to know who I am, it's quite a long story. Though I'll try and paraphrase where I can, we don't have much time.
"My name is Nornia Faezorwyn, I am a sorceress. But that is quite the oversimplification, you may have heard me referred to as the Mother of the Realm and that title is not too far from the truth. I was born on a February 17th particularly special to Ionnin, for it was the first such day to exist.
"I was given life before even the forest spirits were created by their Ancient and I was given a task. I was told to watch the realm as it grew, to act as a barrier against unchecked evil. I was given control over the elements and the vision needed to catch glimpses of the future. I rivalled the Ancients in power.
"But this power is not stored within me, I draw it through my connection with the land itself. In some ways, Ionnin and I are the same entity. We share the same lifespan, the same joy and ambitions. But in others, we are quite different, I care deeply for the individuals who live here, while the realm herself cares only for the bigger picture.
"Over time our connection has weakened due to differing views, I still wield the same powers as I once did, but they have weakened as our bond did. But that is enough about my life story for now, I suspect you wish to know more about what I just told you," she recounted. She smiled at the young man once again, taking a small sip of her tea. The young man sat in dumbfounded silence, how could one as powerful as her exist?
Nornia cleared her throat to speak again. "Now, about your predicament, Mr. Smithson. I am sorry to say that your son there will not grow up with you. Unfortunately, he will never know you. His destiny is complex and dangerous, and the prophecies decree that he be torn from you," she explained. Her formerly cheerful smile turned sad, distracted. She sighed.
"Your son will grow up in a small, superstitious village to the north. His adoptive parents are two weaponsmiths name Allison and Seraphina. They will teach him all he needs to know for the journey to come. But don't worry, you will not spend the rest of your life without him," she continued. With her last sentence, she motioned to the cup of tea Mr. Smithson had been drinking from.
Mr. Smithson immediately spat out his mouthful, anger rising in him. He went to stand but found his legs would no longer cooperate. "What have you done to me? Why are you doing this?" He yelled, waking the child in his arms. The infant wriggled in its blanket cocoon, unaware of what was happening.
Nornia shook her head and placed her own cup down. "Again, my apologies, but the prophecies must be fulfilled," she sighed. She stood and took the necessary couple of steps towards the father. Mr. Smithson stared back at her, his limbs no longer wishing to obey him. Nornia was met with a gaze full of fear as she watched.
Eventually, Nornia took the bundle from the man's arms, leaving Mr. Smithson in the chair. She threw on a thick coat and left through the front door.