Nyra Valen
Nyra doesn't remember a big beginning. No omen in the sky, no divine sign. Only heat. Dust. The distant roar of metal. She grows up in Thanalan, where the soil is dry and decisions have to be made quickly. Electricity is not a luxury there, but a tool – generators, lines, improvised solutions. Nyra learns early on that everything has energy. Some people just more of it than others. As a child, she is attentive, too attentive. She hears things before they happen. A buzz in the air, a crackle under the skin. Adults call it imagination. Later, they call it talent. Much later: risk. The incident comes without warning. An old facility. Allagic, some say. Forbidden, say others. Nyra is too close when the Aether Streams collapse. Light. Pressure. Silence. When she comes to, she sees clearly with only one eye.
About Nyra Valen
Nyra doesn't remember a big beginning. No omen in the sky, no divine sign. Only heat. Dust. The distant roar of metal. She grows up in Thanalan, where the soil is dry and decisions have to be made quickly. Electricity is not a luxury there, but a tool – generators, lines, improvised solutions. Nyra learns early on that everything has energy. So...Read more