Personnages

I am B'lana Pajari. I am a keeper of the moon, like my mother, but my father is a Nunh of the Boar tribe, a seeker of the sun.
Despite my, unconventional birth, my mother loved me. I remember, one particular time when I was ten. My mother and I went on our usual picnic, and that's when it happened. The brook that ran from our village to our picnic spot turned red, and my mother shoved me under a fallen tree, telling me not to move, or make a sound, no matter what.
But, what happened next, was unspeakable. I listened, and did nothing, as my mother was brutally murdered by Garlean's. Her body fell beside my hiding spot, her dark, lifeless eyes staring at me.
I stayed where I was hidden, gazing at my mother. The time passed slowly, the sun setting.
Even the rustling of the brush didn't rouse me from my spot. A cry was all I heard, and the man knelt beside my mother, holding her to him tightly.
A hand went to his shoulder, a gentle voice said, "We were too late." More miqo'te gathered around him, their tails twitching with agitation.
"We didn't find the girl," another voice said.
The man's head snapped up, turning, his ice blue eyes locking onto mine. Tears still trailed down his face, but his voice was strong and steady, "That's because she is here."
Tenderly, he laid my mother's body back down, closing her eyes before coming over to my hiding spot. "I am B'khothe Nunh, and I am your father," he said, holding out his hand to me, "Come B'lana, we're here to take you home."
Home. That's a funny word. Home, to me, is being with my mother, helping her with whatever it was she was doing. But, when I took the man's hand, he did not take me to what I knew was home. I found myself amongst strange miqo'te, with strange ways.
It wasn't long before the war... then the calamity. But, for me, my world had already ended. And I knew, if I survived that, I could survive anything. And, I knew, I could never sit by in hiding, doing nothing, as the one's I love are killed.
So, following my heart, (and a boy), I found myself heading to Eorzea, to follow my passion as a conjurer. Little did I know the path that laid before me.