Helena Amakiir

Arrival
Helena woke up in the North-Eastern Uldarashi deserts. Not recalling how she ended up there in the first place, nor know anything of what was before. On the other hand, she still tells of the immense pain that was soaring through her body, as she could barely move a muscle when she finally woke from the slumber back then.

Was she perhaps in battle? No. Although she was dressed in clothing somewhat suited for combat, and even equipped with a sword, she had no external wounds. Instead, she was coughing up sand and her head was aching tremendously. She could not focus properly as her mind was clouded with confusion and pain. She was lost.

The sun was the only thing that filled the emptiness of the sand dunes stretching for miles in every direction. Truly, she was never meant to make it through. Time was running out as her body had already neglected the mind’s determination to stay alive. And she vividly remember the pessimistic thoughts she had while trying to make sense of things: «Was this it? Was this the end to something that had just started? Certainly no fate could be worse than having only just begun, to so perish.» And then another thought hit her; perish from what exactly? What lays beyond the sand dunes, if anything? Are there more of her out there? More lost souls? These thoughts kept repeating themselves in her mind as she aimlessly wandered in the desert for what seemed to be no end.

Nightfall eventually came, and the moon had fully conquered the sky with its many bright stars. Despite the lingering pain, her determination, or perhaps stubbornness, kept her alive. She kept walking into the night with the scarce light the moon gave her.

However, eventually her fragile body did give in. Her mind too crumbled with it as she fell to her knees, reaching for the sword to make the inevitable come sooner. But then, as she glanced at the sword, she spotted a cloaked figure in its reflection behind her own. Was this merely a cruel trick by exhaustion? With the darkness that filled the night, it was also hard to make out the facial features of this cloaked figure. After taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tried to focus. Though her hands started shaking, and she became hesitant. Even though death is inevitable, she still carried the fear for it, and struggled to do the one thing that would end her suffering.

But from that point on in her story, something changed. The wind grew stronger by the second, and it somehow filled the emptiness in her mind with its powerful, melodic breeze. And that is when she heard it. In a calm, soothing voice, the wind called out to her. It whispered to her; «My child… head south…beyond the sand dunes… to the city of freedom.»... And as she then opened her eyes and looked up into the starry sky, it was now filled with the many colours of the universe. Green, purple, magenta and blue, as well as many more, all combined into this beautiful chain of light.

The wind, with its gentle touch, kept swirling around her until she got back on her feet. Where did this new profound strength come from? She thought to herself. This strange event which brought comfort in her heart, challenged the agonising pain that struck through her bones. She convinced herself she could hold on a little longer. She no longer felt the heavy burden of being in this fragile body, but her mind was still lost. She simply kept walking. Walking with the guidance of the wind and the many colours lighting her way forward...

Following several day-and-night cycles later, a spark of hope ignited inside her as she spotted what seemed to be a line of trees stretching over the horizon. Though far too exhausted and malnourished, she laid down beneath one of the trees to rest. The smell of the green grass was calming, and the occasional bird chirping, music to her ears...

But her peaceful rest was abrupted by the sound of clopping hooves, and a man humming in a foreign speech. A wicked stench filled the air as the source of this noise stopped beside her. "Oh my..." he mumbled. "Child, what are you doing out here all by yourself?..." the man asked expecting no response, as she laid there half-dead. He started mumbling what she later got to know is a prayer for the dead to pass peacefully over to the other plane. Though, barely able to open her eyes, she gave away that she was still alive. "Oh heavens!" he said shocked, as he then quickly ran back to his wagon and grabbed one thing after the other. "I'm here, kiddo. Don't leave us yet!... Drink this." he said kneeling next to her whilst holding a flask up to her face. Not knowing what it was then, she drank the potion of healing. And again, the lingering pain was eased, but her body far too weak to do anything. "Come on. You can't stay out here to rot!" He chuckled as he helped her over to his wagon. Though, more of that day she does not recall, as her consciousness left the frame of her body soon after.

Some time later though, she recalls waking up to the same horrid stench and familiar humming. But she was laying inside the wagon this time, and surrounded by barrels and nets, and cages and chests. She had a filthy sheet of some kind as blanket, but it at least kept her warm. From the front of the wagon she heard; "Are you finally awake, kiddo? Good! We are but a few miles ahead of the capital." She continued pondering over the thought of this man being like herself, yet different. He does not seem to be lost at all. And did he just mention 'the capital'?

Architect
Helena quickly settled with her new friends in the city which saved her life after arriving in foreign lands. They had welcomed her with their warmth and kindness, making her feel at home and safe. And thus, wanting to contribute to the community for what they had done for her, she used her skills in architecture to help build the city alongside the lead architect of the town, Sir Evan Rydell of Nearon. The two of them together made immense progress in expansion of the city in short time, and such was needed at the time as the population too was growing rapidly.

Minister of Architecture
After the political tensions leading to the massive migration of Aldans to a new land, Helena was asked to take on the role of minister by the lead figure of the Aldan community, Uneasy. However, conflicted on whether or not to stay in Nearon, or to help her friends in their migration, she needed time to think on this... Roughly a week later, she had made up her mind. Considering she had pledged her loytalty to both the city of Nearon, and the Aldan people, she accepted Uneasy's offer. Now, she is both the minister of Architecture in the newly founded kingdom, as well as an architect that wanders the world of Rathnir.