Mornings in the Chronika household were always filled with light and cheer. When the morning bell rang, Aurea would stretch and yawn, then head downstairs to find her siblings curled up in blankets in the living room. After helping her parents with breakfast and chores, she would sit down to eat with her siblings before preparing for the long day ahead. As the owner of the only tailor shop in town, she had to open early and work late into the night.
While Aurea worked relentlessly, the sun would set without her noticing. Once the final customer had gone, she closed the door with tired hands, pulled in the sign, and switched off the lights. But her night was only beginning. Entering her old research lab, she put aside her tailoring scissors and picked up an ancient relic. This was when Aurea's true day began—studying the relic, an object with no history or records to guide her, as she sought to uncover the mysteries of its powers.
Aurea had a remarkable talent for tailoring since childhood. When she learned of her family's history and inherited the relic in the form of a pair of scissors, the excitement she felt was beyond words. However, that excitement was short-lived. After two wars, no trace of the relic's history remained. The last royal tailor had died two centuries ago, leaving no clues for Aurea to follow. By the time she turned ten, Aurea already knew more about temporal magic than her parents did. She had no choice but to be bold. Though young Aurea didn't yet understand how difficult it would be to weave through the tattered threads of time, she knew how overwhelming the task ahead was.
After devoting unimaginable time and effort to her craft, Aurea honed her own unique strategies and became both a powerful mage and an exceptional tailor. Word of her talents quickly spread throughout Avillon, and it wasn't long before she was named the royal tailor. But Aurea never stopped striving. She set her sights even higher, determined not simply to follow in another's shadow—but to walk and stand beside them.
