Aurora

Aurora, the Maiden of the Glacier, commanding the unwavering faith of innumerable mortals in the North, bestows eternity upon the world. In her youth, she endured the torment of her innate prowess for Frost Magic until the disciples of the Light brought her to Queen's Peak, whereupon she received an infusion of light which granted her immortality. Tearfully, her mother bade her farewell as she succumbed to the cold embrace of blizzard. Aurora slumbered for a thousand years atop the peak. Upon her awakening, the truth dawned on her: genuine eternity lay in fleeting emotions, such as her mother's final comforting smile. Thus, Aurora resolved to bestow this eternity upon the world. It was at that moment that a legend was born in the North. The legend spoke of people close to death who would climb Queen's Peak, seeking the frigid embrace of the goddess there. If granted, all of the one's memories, longings, and emotions would be left tot he goddess, who would cherish them until the end of time. And thus, they would live on the eternity. 512px|center As the embers of the campfire wane, and the incessant snowy night begins to unfold, the lore of Northern Vale once again assumes its form in immortal anthems. Raise your voices, children, and let the echoes resound. For we sing of icy realms, of eternity unbound, of the Queen's Peak's majestic birth, all in a single day's embrace. The saga takes root in the wake of a distant war when, with our dreams held close to our bosoms, in slumber did we partake. The Iceland Golem's fiery blaze defied the divine, and the deity of light summoned the glaciers might, all emblazoned with sublime design. The passage of four millennia, time's colossal hand, swept deities and rebels alike from the land. Glaciers lay silent, the icy expanse so still, till a maiden awoke, breaking free of her bonds. Her fingertips governed the snow's frigid reign, her veil was the frost, where the light would sustain. Aurora, the Maiden of the Glacier, undying and grand. Her memory a void, awash with the frigid night's call, yet the deity's command, resounded with echoes of avalanches' roar. "Bestow eternity upon the world and descend, goddess fair, from Queen's Peak's icy lair." In the Northern Vale's vast snowfields, the Maiden of the Glacier's path unfolds. Mortals sang praises, prayers fervent and bold, tales etched in snowflakes, history to behold. "Send forth eternity, O goddess on high!" "Let the winds and snow purify our fates evermore!" A divine decree, a mission veiled in mist, yet Aurora found the words to be cryptic and unkissed. Fleeting snowflakes, in pursuit of eternity's grace. Yet what is "eternity"? In frozen lands, the answer lurks within its hiding place. 512px|center In the heart's labyrinth, like snowflakes dancing in disarray, prayers to the goddess linger, but her hands should not in despair sway. Unwilling to bear the sorrowful weeping, Aurora sets forth on a quest for eternity, through realms untamed, she will tread