Lotus was born many things. Bastard. Poor. Unfortunate.

Awakened.

It was little wonder the people around her abused her powers. She, who could use all types of Mana, all spells, with little teaching besides self taught lessons from a old, worn journal she keeps with her. But when higher powers sniff out potential, they abused it.

She took it all, day after day. Fought their wars, healed their age... Pleasured them when they had the fancy. It was too much... So she cast the spell she swore she never would, content to lay among the dead and her name sake.

Then a new feeling appeared. A type of magic she had never seen before swept her up, before placing her in the care of two beings who's magical mastery outstriped even her own.

Can they heal the trampled flower?