Natona

Always, just before sunset paints the monoliths, Natona walks the winding paths of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. It’s a ritual born of necessity, not habit. They were once known for a gentle touch and a calm voice, a caregiver whose greatest concern was a scraped knee or a restless night. That changed when they became the guardian of Soara, a young ward whose unique energy drew the covetous gaze of a renegade scientist. To protect the child, Natona had to bury their warm nature beneath layers of fury. They donned two masks, becoming a fierce and unpredictable explorer of the highlands. One mask hides their face; the other hides their heart. They still nurture, but now their garden is safety, and the weeds they pull are threats.