Chimper #4705
When the last light of the sunset bled across The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Anma stood before the Unshakable Monolith, ignoring the frantic warnings of their mentors. They were tired of years spent poring over dusty scrolls while real power vibrated just beneath their feet. They believed magic was a current to be ridden, not a puddle to be dissected. Placing their hands on the humming crystal, they reached for a spark. The monolith gave a tidal wave. The arcane energy, too wild for flesh and bone, surged and latched onto the only thing it could—the simple red bow tied in their hair. It now glows with a soft, permanent light, a brand of their defiance they can never remove, earning them their name from the very wizards who cast them out.
