Chiharu

Wizards gossiping near the monoliths claim the scar on Chiharu’s face was earned in a foolish duel over a spinning crystal. They whisper the pink visor is a flamboyant attempt to draw attention away from the mark of youthful pride. But Ritona knows the truth. There was no duel, only the groan of shifting stone and the sharp scent of ozone as a cavern ceiling fractured. Chiharu was a trainee then, taught a traditional code of self-preservation. In that moment, seeing Ritona trapped, they abandoned every lesson they had ever learned. They shoved Ritona clear just as the rocks fell. The scar isn't a trophy or a mistake; it's the line that divides who they were from who they chose to become.