Part two of the Rain twin sisters, Antheia could be described as the bitter to Arcana’s sweet. Antheia always felt demeaned standing next to her sister. Although they practically look the same (Although they are not identical), people have always seen each one through a different set of eyes. Antheia comes from the very small human town of Narda. Growing up and still nowadays, her family never had much money which meant she had to work very long, hard hours doing messy work. Unlike her sister, Arcana, she would really prefer not to, but alas she doesn’t really have a choice if she doesn’t want her and her family to starve. They lived in a small cottage which meant that everything had to be shared, which didn’t really suit Antheia. She had to share a room, bed, and hairbrush with Arcana, but has always wanted her own pretty things. She’s a poor snob, is what she is. Ever since she opened her eyes her parents have been fighting tooth and nail to provide they best that they can for her, but she’s never been grateful for any of it. It’s not that she’s disappointed in her parents for not trying hard enough, she’s disappointed in the fact that their best will sadly, never be good enough. However, despite acting as though she’s Queen of the elves, Antheia almost alway does what she’s asked to do, and even though she’ll complain the whole way through, at least she’s still doing it.
“I would hate to be a rider. I mean, seriously. Could you imagine it? First off, you have to train like a dog for six years, and then you have to work even harder until your last breath! And for what? So you can go around telling the elves and dwarves how much they’re loved? Greatest job ever- I think not”.
Antheia was well aware that people always adored Arcana for her sweet and modest nature much more than they put up with herself and her spoilt hostility. The only people who love her as much as they love Arcana are her parents, but she’s chosen to shut them out and turn a blind eye on that fact. Antheia was always very hurt and insecure about the fact that people preferred Arcana over her, not because she was trying to be like by them but wasn’t successful, but because she was always herself and never pretended to be someone else, but Arcana still got all the love and compliments, or so she had caused herself to believe. Deep down, she loves Arcana but has always been a mixture of jealous and annoyed by her sister. She was just always so happy about everything and always had something positive to say. When Arcana was chosen by her dragon, Lisbon, Antheia pretended to not care, pretended to be glad the only person who puts up with her was leaving home, when really, it felt as though someone has snapped the thin thread by which she was hanging. All this caused her not only to mock but to have almost no tolerance towards the Riders, choosing to ignore the facts and ignore the reality that they are the saviors of Alagaesia.
“Do you think I’m pretty? Be honest. I have blue eyes, blonde hair and pale skin. What’s not to love? It’s more of a fact than an opinion, really. Or do you think Arcana is prettier? That would be absurd. She rarely brushes her hair or even takes baths!”
Antheia is the kind of girl that only listens when something is convenient for her to hear, otherwise, it’ll go in through one ear and come out through the other. Over time, she’s made herself into the victim of her sister’s shadow. Her cold nature tends to throw people off, but it does defend her from ever getting hurt. She’s brutally honest, and when she lies, it’s never in order to make something more pleasant. Antheia likes to think of herself as better than people (even though she is a mere peasant) due to her above average intelligence. You can say many things about Antheia, but the girl has brains. She’ll do anything it takes to shine brighter than the rest, including wearing her prettiest dresses and frilliest aprons while covered in mud.
As big of a surprise as it seems, Antheia has been wooed by many young men. The only problem is: None of them are rich. Antheia sneers at the idea of a simple, dull, marriage, and so she promised herself that if she’s going to get married, it will be to someone who can pull her out of this hellhole. Antheia dreams of a young, powerful knight that would sweep her off her feet and take her to his palace, where she would never have to work a day in her life again. Not one of the other farmer boys who have an eye for her, like David Taaren, ugh.