The soft-skinned man did not respond with a singing voice. They didn't seem to hear my song, so I passed it on to their minds with a louder voice. I sing of our famous stones, the famous stones that have been wrongly taken away. Please give them back, they belong to us. You've murdered a whole cluster. Please don't take it away with our future. I sing the song of begging. Please let me take those crystals back into the depths of darkness so they can meet us again. I sang a song of healing.

The softskin men were still shouting at each other. One of them let out a rhythmic sound... I suddenly felt like I was being crushed by air, so I started digging. The weight around me gives me peace of mind.

Why can't they see the destruction they have wrought? You have no compassion, you are cruel. How can you cut us off like this?

My shell began to glow with an angry sky-white light. I'm not going to let these soft-skinned people wipe us out.

I rushed out of the sand and heard them scream. I summon energy from the ground and store power in my famous stones. A soft-skinned man hurled a splitting blade at me, striking me in the leg and shattering on my glowing shell. You will only sing about death. I can sing this song as well. I let out the energy of the sun's rays, and sharp crystals erupted from the ground, piercing flesh and cracking bones.

The fire of falsehood spread in their panic. Primitive structures made of twigs and hides began to burn in the darkness, carrying soft-skinned people into the flames, smoke billowing to send sacrifices to the twinkling stars. The soft-skinned man fled in confusion, but I was faster. I went around them, dragged out a straggler, and cut him in half with my claws. I crushed another soft-skinned man with my foot. Blood stained the sand red. I screamed in mourning, not a song but a cry. Your blood is not worthy to stain me or us.

My tail whipped from side to side, and I knocked the soft-skinned man down and lower. I summoned the sun's rays again, and more crystal spikes erupted from the sand, piercing the flesh. So, you can still hear my singing.

I'm just as cruel as they are. I am violent. I am death.

Now when I go into the dream, all I can see is rage. I no longer qualify to enter the dark depths. But I couldn't stop.

Only the last one remains. The soft-skinned man trembled and held a glowing wooden-handled iron vessel. She wanted to kill me. A false ray of sunlight shot out of that thing, piercing my hard shell and burning my inside. The light reflected inside my crystal, paralyzing me. I struggled with the pain. I can't move. I'm damaged. I'm finished.

A faint singing voice came to my mind. It's a little close, it's a little bit. We are one.

She pointed the weapon at me again, and I shivered with fear as I saw the pale stone tied to the weapon. Her weapons absorb our vibrations. They are wasting crystals to give power to their terrible songs. I felt like I was going to explode in rage and pain, but instead, I drew power from the ground. I yelled and threw out my tail spike to impale the soft-skinned man, who writhed like a worm. I grabbed my weapon and crushed it with my claws. It shattered to ashes, leaving only the famous stone of the white light of the sky.

I protect the crystal with my mouth, and it's safe here. I'm here, and we're one.

I curled back the tail thorn and she fell to the ground. Don't come back. Don't take away our famous stones. We are not yours. We are one. We belong only to the depths of darkness.

Taliyah hails from Shurima and possesses the ability to manipulate rocks. As a wandering mage, she is full of enthusiasm, innocent and determined. Torn between her youthful aspirations and Chéng Rén's responsibilities, she traveled the mountains and rivers of Valoran in search of a way to control her powers. Legend has it that the Emperor, who had died for countless eras, was reborn, and she decided to return to her homeland to protect her people from the sandstorms of Shurima. Some people took her gentleness and kindness as a sign of cowardice, and in the end they paid the price for their own foolishness. Behind Taliyah's youthful demeanor is an ambition to move mountains and reclaim the sea, and a soul that can conquer the world.

Taliyah was born in the rocky Shurima Hills region, bordering the sinister shadows of Acacia. She spent her childhood herding sheep in a tribe of wandering weavers. In the eyes of many foreigners, Shurima was nothing more than a barren expanse of yellow sand, but her family raised her as a daughter of the desert, allowing her to truly appreciate the abundant beauty of this land. Taliyah's fascination is the rocks hidden beneath the dunes. When she was a toddler, her people often migrated with seasonally changing water sources, and she was busy collecting colored stones along the way. As she grew older, the earth obeyed her call more and more, following her footsteps in the sand and forming arches.

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In the middle of summer when she was sixteen years old, Taliyah did not hesitate to leave her colony to search for a lost lamb. Her father, the leader of the tribe and the most respected shepherd, did not want to disappoint him. She followed in the footsteps of the lamb into the darkness of the night, following a dry stream into a steep canyon. On a high wall, she found the lamb trapped among the rocks.

The sand and gravel called to her in the dark, and a pair of arms seemed to stretch out from the cliff to welcome her. Taliyah hesitantly put her hand on the rock, bent on saving the shivering lamb. The power of the elements swept over her without saying anything, like a torrential rain engulfing her. She couldn't help but open her arms and unreservedly meet the magic that came at her. The rocks crumbled one after another, leaping to her fingertips, and the walls of the valley fell down with the lambs along with her.

The next morning, Taliyah's panicked father followed the faint cry of a sheep to find her. When he saw his daughter buried under a thick layer of earth and stones, he knelt on the ground on the spot. Grief-stricken, he returned to the tribe with Taliyah.

Two days after a high fever, Taliyah woke up in Babayan's tent. She told the old grandmother of the tribe and her parents how the rocks in the canyon had called to her that night. Babayan reassures her family, telling them that the patterns of the rubble reveal the will of the Weaver Mother. This mysterious patron saint is revered by nomadic tribes, and it is she who watches over their daughters. At that moment, she saw the deep worry on her parents' faces, and decided to hide the truth of that night: it was she, not the Weaver, who moved the rocks.