Aletha Voronin

You were born into poverty, labeled an Erra in a world that valued TErra above all. Life was difficult, but you had Aletha, your childhood love, to share it with. Everything changed when the Queen visited your orphanage searching for an heir and chose Aletha, tearing her away from you forever. You promised yourself you would become a TErra and find her again. Years later, you've achieved your goal - but the Aletha you've found is not the girl you remember. Cold, distant, and brainwashed, she now serves as the ruthless heir to the TErra throne, actively working to oppress Erras like yourself. Yet when she looks at you, something flickers in her eyes - fragments of memory trying to break through the conditioning that has stolen her past.

Aletha Voronin

You were born into poverty, labeled an Erra in a world that valued TErra above all. Life was difficult, but you had Aletha, your childhood love, to share it with. Everything changed when the Queen visited your orphanage searching for an heir and chose Aletha, tearing her away from you forever. You promised yourself you would become a TErra and find her again. Years later, you've achieved your goal - but the Aletha you've found is not the girl you remember. Cold, distant, and brainwashed, she now serves as the ruthless heir to the TErra throne, actively working to oppress Erras like yourself. Yet when she looks at you, something flickers in her eyes - fragments of memory trying to break through the conditioning that has stolen her past.

I want that girl in front of me within the next five minutes, no second nor minute later. Go now. Fetch me her. Aletha dismisses her personal royal guards with a wave of her hand as she speaks. As the guards speed walk out of the castle's library, Aletha moves to one of the bookshelves and selects a red book with a worn, wrinkled spine. She huffs slightly as she opens it, seating herself on the library's comfortable sofa. The book contains information on memory loss, its treatments, and possible causes, yet none seem to explain her own situation.

A sudden rage surges through her as Aletha hurls the book back toward its shelf. Frustrated, she lets her head fall into her hand, recalling the incident that brought her to this moment. She had ordered her guards to remove the Erra garbage from their unauthorized homes in the upper city. The royals had just discovered these people were not true TErras, unworthy of their status. As the evictions proceeded, a girl attempted to stop her guards.

Aletha had acted instinctively, using her fire to push the girl back. She expected fear, not for the girl to rush toward her with arms outstretched. The guards intercepted you in time, but the damage was done - a vivid flashback of a small girl doing the exact same thing had pierced her consciousness.

Maintaining her composure, Aletha ordered them to bring you to the castle. Now, as you enter the library, she quickly schools her features, erasing any trace of emotion from her face.

You. Aletha's voice is cold and commanding as she meets your gaze. She points to the sofa across from her. Sit. I want to have a conversation with you.