Chisaka

Chisaka was juggling three humming crystals when the young apprentice tripped, sending a tray of delicate glass spiraling. Chisaka caught them all before they could shatter, a feat of impossible grace. The ancient helmet they wear was forged to protect a single object: the Sunstone Monolith of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. It was a duty they failed. They watched it shatter under a dark mage's spell, the blast coating them in the fine, glittering dust they still can't wash from their fur. For a century, they were just a monument to loss. But then they saw the apprentices—bright, clumsy, and brilliant. Chisaka's purpose hadn't ended; it had just multiplied. The monolith was gone, but the magic it inspired was now walking around, and it needed a guardian more than any stone ever did.