Konami, Rak'Tika Amazoness

[ Backstory made in ChatGPT because fuck I cant write like I used to ]

The woods remembered everything.So the Vii elders often told her, when the nights grew long and the whispers of the trees seemed to speak in voices older than the Flood. The Rak’tika Greatwood had survived what the rest of Norvrandt could not — spared from the blinding sky by the thick canopy of ancient boughs and the last stubborn shadows of the Night’s Blessed.It was beneath those boughs that the infant Vii was found.
Alone. Crying.
Left in a nest of woven leaves as if the forest itself had carried her there.A small wanderer-clan took her in, giving her a name that meant little root in their tongue. She grew lean and quick as any kit, scaling trees before she could speak in full sentences. Her hearing was sharp, her step soft, and the elders whispered that she listened too well to things no one else heard — the hum of aether in the soil, the faint thrum of distant, buried stone.She was seventeen when the clan came upon the ruin.The Rak’tika Greatwood was littered with fragments of Ronka — temples half-swallowed by the earth, obelisks cracked open like eggshells, stone guardians asleep in centuries of dust. But this ruin was different. It was still breathing, in a way. Still waiting.A tree’s roots had grown over a sunken pedestal of gold and white stone, weaving into the grooves of runes so old they looked like scars. At its center sat a small object — a fist-sized geometric artifact, humming with a faint, sickly light.The elders argued.
Some said it should be buried.
Some said it should be left untouched.She felt it calling.Not with words.
Not with emotion.
But with resonance — a harmonic pressure in her chest, like the echo of her own heartbeat.When she reached toward it, the pedestal answered.A warm glow.
A pulse like a held breath.
Then the artifact erupted in light.It was not the hungry, ravenous brightness of a sin eater — but the cool, ancient radiance of Ronka, tempered by time and ruin. The ground vibrated. Runes flared, one by one, forming constellations beneath her feet. The air thickened with aether, swirling in spirals she half-recognized from her childhood instincts.The clan shouted her name. Hands reached for her.Too late.The relic reacted not to the world outside… but to her. To something in her aether the Ronkans had once sought — a frequency, a signature, a spark matching ancient criteria written into stone.The light became a column.
The column became a tear.
And the tear became a pathway.For a heartbeat, she saw both worlds at once:
Rak’tika’s darkened canopy…
and a bright, foreign forest drenched in green.Then the light snapped shut.Her clan’s voices vanished.
The Ronkan hum stilled.
The air tasted wrong — different, thinner and richer all at once.She awoke on a bed of moss in a forest that was not her own. The canopy was familiar but wrong, the scent floral instead of heavy with shadow. Birds called in patterns she had never heard. The aether shifted like a living thing, unconstrained by the Light-sickness she had grown up sensing.It was not the First.
Not Norvrandt.
Not anything she had known.Later, she would learn the name of this place.
Eorzea. The Source.But in that moment — alone, seventeen, and trembling beneath a foreign sky — she pressed a hand to her chest and felt the artifact’s echo still thrumming in her aether.The path between worlds had opened for her.
Why her, she did not yet know.
Whether she could ever return, she could not imagine.But the woods here were alive, too.
And they remembered everything.She only had to learn how to listen again.

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