#nyla intro.

ABOUT

Nyla was born to a hopeless situation in The Wards and she ended up lost to the system along when one day her mother never came home.

Growing up, she had to be quick on her feet and scrappy to get by but she was always curious, clever and creative, finding ways to land on her feet. She was still young when she met Ilyana who taught her the way of The Ethereal Path alongside others. Though Astra was the one she stayed closest to over the years.

Nyla became a story teller, sharing tales woven together over centuries, plucked from the stars in the sky. For so many, life in The Wards had beaten them down, making them feel stuck at the bottom. Nyla sought to bring color to their lives through her tales, giving them threads of hope from the galaxy.

She says that the stories she tells are not her own, the stars speak, she'd say, if you have ears to listen. A clever way of being honest about what she does without giving away the hidden truth beneath the surface. That her stories weave in clever messages as well. People who need information spread, either to groups or individuals would get their information through her small network of whispers, and she'd weave them into tales.

Few know that Nyla herself is the one organizing the dissemination of secret messages, through her tales or other means. All people know is that if they want information passed clandestinely, in a near untraceable way, they need to get said information to The Oracle. Sometimes people see Nyla herself, thinking she's simply a helper, but she doesn't mind, enjoying the anonymity of the title.

About four months ago, Nyla was on a shuttle to Equinox when hijackers hit it hard, violent and ruthless. All Nyla remembers was staring out the window, wondering about the next solar flares they'd see, and then there was a bright light and heat as hot as a star and then there was nothing. She woke up two weeks later in a Equinox hospital, only to be told that surgeries had been successful and she'd be on the mend in no time. She was lucky that the cardiac department in heart transplants, and that her blood type made it possible for her to receive a donor's heart. Ordinarily, the doctor explained, she wouldn't have been a candidate, but the donor had explicitly stated before she passed that she only wanted her heart to go to someone from the lower levels. Someone who wouldn't have a chance like this again.

Nyla didn't know what it meant, only that the universe had seen fit to align the stars to keep her alive. It took another two weeks before she was deemed well enough to leave, and in that time she'd simply been gone from The Wards, only to return after a month. People thought The Oracle had gone in hiding after recent events and deaths, but when Nyla returned, work continued.

It's been about four months since her transplant, and even though Nyla feels like herself, she feels apart from herself as well. Like sometimes she's watching herself from afar. The stars still speak to her but sometimes she feels like something else is trying to as well. There are days she wakes up, dreaming of places and faces she's never been or seen. The names don't come, or they're barely out of reach, and she gives herself a headache trying to reach them.

Still, she tries to put the incident behind her, seeing it as an opportunity for a second chance from the universe, or trying to. Nyla also relies on her closest friends in Astra, Indie and Lola to remind her of who she is when she starts to feel distant from herself, and when she starts to feel like she's watching her life from the outside.

CONNECTIONS

People who are part of her messenger system – probably not many but a few trusted folks would be good of getting messages to The Oracle or almost....suggesting that people reach out to The Oracle give their messages.

People who genuinely enjoy her story telling and enjoy hearing more of them.