Neeha The Wind Nymph

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The Nymphs are mythological creatures of the land. Wind Nymphs, sometimes referred to as Aurae, are the essence of breezes. Aurea bring the cool, fresh, morning air. They were seen as a sprite of wind with a human body.



Neeha was one of these Aurae. She was one of the many Aurae forced to work for the wicked Lord Craksh. Lord Craksh ruled all of the 7 clouds and controlled everything like there was no meaning to it. All Nymphs do know however, that there is a meaning to everything. So Nymphs did not approve of this way of life.



Most enslaved Auraes worked in the fields of Kundon. These fields grew a rare building material known as Cloudstone. It was the strongest material known to man.


Neeha wanted to be free, like those few lucky Aurae’s who did not have to work on the fields on Kundon. It was wrong that the Auraes were held captive. She had no choice: Neeha would lead a rebellion against Lord Craksh.


Neeha gathered up her town and 3 others to attack Lord Craksh. “We need to show Lord Craksh that everyone and everything has a place in this world!” All of the Auraes shouted. As the first few Aurae joined Neeha, these little breezes turned into a gust. As more joined, first the top of the Cloud Trees started to sway. Then the fields of Kondon shook, sending Cloudstone everywhere.



But it wouldn’t be easy. Lord Craksh kept the Aurae under control with use of the Venti, which were evil storm spirits.



As Lord Craksh looked over his magnificent establishment, he saw a mound of dust hurtling toward him. Mistified, he didn't want to dance with fate. He got his silver key and unlocked the doors to the Venti’s home. Within seconds, Venti spewed out of the dungeon, hurtling towards the dust.


Only 1 hour in, and the battle was tense. Aurae created wind walls to protect and advance on the menacing Venti. To counter this, Venti summoned enormous waves of lightning.  Throughout all of this mayhem, Lord Craksh was still unharmed.



“I dont care how many Ventis I use!” Lord Craksh said cackling from his window. “This will only end when all the Aurae have fallen before me!” Dust, debris, and ash flew everywhere, polluting the skies in a global bath. Ventis and Auraes fought and fell. With only a few Aureas remaining, they advanced to Lord Craksh’s throne room.






“Please, Lord Craksh, let us Aurae be free of your horrible work!” Neeha pleaded. Lord Craksh laughed.


“Really? YOU expect mighty old ME to let you go with just a simple sentence? Lord Craksh doesn't go down that easy!” With a flick of his wrist, over 100 Venti appeared. A tornado started to form, shaking the castle. Soon, instead of enjoyment, fear overtook Lord Craksh. The foundation of the mighty castle, broke. The castle erupted into flame and explosions. Toxic gases filled the room. The Venti flew away for their own good. Not long afterwards, the castle crumbled.



Neeha and Lord Craksh stood up weary. Craksh waved his hands. But nothing happened… Neeha summoned a wind sword and said, “You rose from the ashes, and it is where thou shall return!” With one mighty swing, Lord Craksh disappeared forever.   


Even many generations later, every Aurae remembers Neeha’s legend of how 1 Aurae changed the world. Neeha is honored by a wind statue of her holding a sword now known as The Blade of Hope.