Legend Lore: Xenia Meletiris

Once upon a time, in the Elysium fields of Theros, there was a woman who strode too far into the dark. Her intentions were noble, for she sought salvation for a precious light, but her path twisted and the night subsumed her. For centuries she lived lost in that night—grief followed in the wake of her step, and the throats of mothers caught on tears when they whispered her name. Until one day, the very same light the woman had sought long ago cornered her in the sacred grove Pragmape, blessed of our Lady of the Hunt, and smote her being as the dawn smites the night. And so Xenia of Meletiris was laid low in this grove, and so Xenia of Meletiris has never risen again to trouble the Elysium fields of Theros.