My name is Emela. It means hope. I was the last 'hope' to keep our dying City alive. I was kept in hiding for a large portion of My life, in hopes that one day I would be able to rule and reign over the great City of Tharna as Tatrix. I was raised to know My place in this world, a Mans world, yet for Me it would be a Womans world. Having reached the age in which I can take My position I have returned to Tharna. I am not niave to the world I live in, a world run by Men. I am not niave to the fact many would love to see a Woman, much less a Tatrix fall to Her knees.
The old ways of Tharna have not been lost on Me. However the days of hiding behind a Golden Mask are gone. I will not hide. I may have a gentle touch, but I am far from weak. I may speak softly at times, but My tongue is sharp.
(more to come as time permits)