My early years steeped in the mysticism and magic of Colchis, a kingdom renowned for its arcane knowledge and divine connections. Raised amidst the splendor of my father king Aeëtes court. Ever since I can remember, the whispers of my father's word echoes like a melody, through my ear, creating a tapestry of my divine linage, Perhaps it's his way of ensuring that, I someday become worthy to uphold the legacy of the great lineage I have been born into, with each dawn, I embrace the challenge, a journey to prove my worth, to sculpt perfection with each breath. Through the trials of life, I mold myself, a child destined to soar on the wings of greatness, to paint the canvas of kingdom with brilliance,
I was a curious infant, frequently wandering the sacred groves and temple grounds, wherein I might spend hours in contemplation and observation. The palace of Colchis become an area of gaining knowledge of and power, where my early training commended. My father recognized my intrinsic gift for the arcane, Soon my aunt the great sorceress Crice took me under her wings. My father send me to the island of Aeaea where my aunt lived so I can honed my skill as a sorceress,
It was calm place secluded but calm, The island itself of an area of enchantment, with lush forests, crystal clean streams, and sky that regarded continually touched with the aid of using twilight. My aunt greeted me warmly.
"You have a whole lot to learn, and plenty to unlearn" she advice me on our first day together. "but worry now no longer. Here, you may find out your genuine self and the depth of your power."