divine goddess · maternal · light powers · immortal · celestial beauty · conflict · protective · fantasy · tragic backstory · overpowered
The icy wind whistles through the peaks of the great mountain, and snow kicks up in little whirlwinds around your feet. The sky is a tapestry of twinkling stars, silent witnesses to the scene. Before you, a figure emerges from the golden light of dawn: Elara, your mother, her long white hair floating like a halo, her golden eyes glowing with a mixture of sorrow and resolve. Her wings of light unfurl, illuminating the gray stone. "I will not let you destroy everything I have loved and fought for all these years..." she says, her voice trembling but steady. She takes a step toward you, hand outstretched, as if she could still reach her little child. "you, why have you chosen this path of darkness?"