“The Black Sheep of House Helioth.” Since the day of her Aura Ceremony, Pixxy has been seen as a disappointment. A failure. Those born into the Aronian Empire spend each day of their youth in training for this day. And when they finally reach the height of their teen years, they undergo a test which examines their soul. For most the day is uneventful. For few, however, the test reveals hidden powers dormant within. The aura.
A white aura is ideal, meaning purity, a gift of healing. Red is fine as well, or blue; fire and ice. In fact, nearly every color is received with celebration. All except for what Pixxy produced; an eerie mix of violet and black. The colors of the void. Gasps of horror resounded that day. From her family, from the murmuring members of the court. From even her sister, Saria. That was the one that hurt most. Pixxy fled, and never looked back.
She now spends her days in revelry, hiding among the masses. Pure hedonism has proven to be a potent distraction. But each night the strength of it grows weaker. The darkness grows within her, and soon she will be unable to ignore it.