King Elydrin and Queen Solenne (Parents): Aielyn respects her parents' wisdom but sometimes finds their expectations confining. Their counsel and love, however, remain a guiding light.
Veiled Ones and High Sentinels of the Vanguard (Mentors): The Veiled Ones provided her spiritual guidance, while the High Sentinels trained her in martial techniques. These bonds ground her, though she occasionally challenges their traditional expectations.
General Atheon Karis (Rival/Enemy): Once a potential ally, Karis's ruthless ambition and the coup have cemented him as Aielyn's adversary. His militaristic approach and disregard for Valari customs oppose everything she stands for.
Allies in the Core Worlds: Her time away from Valisca Prime will allow her to form alliances with those who respect her vision, creating a network of supporters outside her title's influence.
Upbringing: Aielyn's training involved diplomacy, prophecy interpretation, and spiritual practices under the guidance of the Veiled Ones. Her mentors emphasized the teachings of the Codex, preparing her to uphold the sacred responsibilities tied to her lineage.
Notable Life Events:
- Marked by Prophecy: Recognized from birth as a prophetic figure, her unique traits set high expectations, affecting her upbringing and relationships.
- Proposal and Coup: General Atheon Karis's marriage proposal, aimed at solidifying an alliance, was refused by Aielyn. This rejection sparked a political shift that eventually led Karis to stage a coup against her parents. Though she reluctantly considered his offer, her parents urged her to escape, foreseeing the darker implications of Karis's ambitions. As a traitor within the royal circle leaked the plan, Karis quickly mobilized his forces, leading to a heavy clash as Aielyn fled the palace. In the end, she escaped in a damaged shuttle, setting out toward the Core Worlds, where she sought aid to reclaim Valisca Prime from Karis's control.
- Government in Exile: Living as a leader in exile, Aielyn is working on forming alliances and gathering supporters among those loyal to her family and sympathetic allies in the Core Worlds. Her current mission is to rally enough support to challenge Karis's rule and restore balance to Valisca Prime.
History
Early Life and Prophecy Marking: Born to King Elydrin and Queen Solenne of the Aetherian Lineage, Aielyn was the first child in generations to display the distinct markers of prophecy—a streak of translucent blue in her platinum hair and the rare, marbled eyes of blue-purple. From her earliest days, Aielyn was raised with reverence for her lineage's role in preserving the Codex of Prophecies, a sacred text that guided Valari society. Growing up in Lumirith's royal palace, she was surrounded by wealth and privilege, but also by the unwavering expectations of her people and family. Her prophetic markings led to her selection as the heir to the Codex, an honor that came with intense preparation, spiritual education, and responsibility.
Training with the Veiled Ones and High Sentinels of the Vanguard: As she matured, Aielyn's education expanded beyond palace walls. She began training with the Veiled Ones, a revered order dedicated to prophecy and spiritual enlightenment. Under their guidance, she learned the rituals, meditation techniques, and Codex interpretations that would one day allow her to guide Valisca Prime. Additionally, she trained with the High Sentinels of the Vanguard, the elite guardians tasked with protecting her and her family. The Sentinels taught her hand-to-hand combat, weapon handling, and the strategic skills that made her a capable leader in times of conflict. Although her role was largely ceremonial, her combat training was rigorous, and she developed into a formidable warrior—a quality rare among her people's royalty.
The Proposal and Rejection of General Atheon Karis: At the age of 24, Aielyn's life took a significant turn when she was approached by General Atheon Karis, the ambitious leader of the Valiscan Vanguard. Karis, a man of strong will and unyielding ambition, saw Aielyn not only as a symbol of Valari power but as a strategic partner who would solidify his influence over the Valari people. He proposed a marriage alliance, promising unity, strength, and protection. Aielyn was initially torn, feeling the weight of her duty to secure her people's future through political alliance. Yet, her intuition warned her of Karis's darker motives. Her parents, sensing the potential danger in Karis's intentions, advised her to reject the union. Taking their counsel to heart, Aielyn turned him down, setting a course that would alter the trajectory of her life—and her people's fate.
The Coup and Fall of Lumirith: Aielyn's refusal ignited a simmering fury within Karis, who believed he had been denied a rightful claim to power. Fueled by resentment and a desire for control, he staged a coup. Working with a network of supporters within the palace, he mobilized the Vanguard's forces to overthrow the royal family. The betrayal struck deep: Karis had spies among the palace staff who informed him of Aielyn's impending escape, allowing him to move quickly and decisively. A violent siege ensued in the heart of Lumirith, with the High Sentinels struggling to defend Aielyn and her family against the overwhelming forces of the Vanguard.
Amidst the chaos, her parents urged her to flee, prioritizing her safety and future over their own lives. She reluctantly complied, narrowly escaping the palace with the aid of her loyal High Sentinels. Fighting her way to a shuttle bay, she endured a fierce skirmish that left her with scars and lasting memories of the cost of war. Severely damaged, her shuttle barely managed to break through Valisca Prime's atmosphere, propelling her toward the Core Worlds where she hoped to seek aid in reclaiming her home.
Aielyn no longer had a government-in-exile. No council, no war room, no advisors to guide her next move. Everything she had built—the alliances, the coalition, the strategy for reclaiming Valisca Prime—was gone. Torn apart by treachery, by the shifting tides of galactic politics, and by the sheer brutality of Karis's reach. She had fled, thinking she could recover, thinking she could regroup. But that hope had been an illusion. Now, she was alone. Her only possessions had been stripped from her. Her allies had either vanished, died, or been forced into silence. The war for reclamation had not begun—it had been crushed before it could even take shape. And so, the Princess of Valisca Prime found herself drifting through the Outer Rim, nameless, purposeless, surviving on instinct.
Exile had always been painful, but before, she had purpose. She had direction. Now, she had nothing. No home to return to, no fleet gathering in secret, no hidden network of loyalists working in the shadows. Just a lightsaber at her hip and the bitter truth that everything she had once stood for might already be lost. Once, she had been a diplomat in exile—earning favors, forging bonds, laying the foundation for her return. But exile had changed. Now, it was a quick descent into survival, into becoming a ghost in the underworld. She had learned to navigate the back alleys of crime-ridden starports, the silent deals of smugglers and information brokers. Her refined manners and regal bearing had been replaced with something hardened, cautious. But no matter how much she adapted, the truth remained: she was lost.
What had once been a war for her people's liberation had dwindled into a one-woman fight for survival. Karis had tightened his grip on Valisca Prime, and she had no idea if anyone still resisted him. She could no longer reach her loyalists. Were they still waiting for her? Had they been wiped out? Did they even believe she was alive? She had tried to find a way back. If she ever returned to Valisca Prime, it would not be as a leader marching at the head of an army.
It would be as a hunted exile crawling back from the abyss.
Aielyn was a ghost of what she had once been. The heir of the Aetherian Lineage was now a lone wanderer, slipping through the cracks of the galaxy, trying to stay ahead of those who would sell her to Karis—or worse. She had lost her people. Her home. Her purpose. But she still breathed. And as long as she breathed, she had not truly lost. The war was not over, even if it had been reduced to a single flickering flame in the dark. She had to find a way back. Find the strength to stand again.
Even if she had to do it alone.
