Aurea Ezéki

Between Fire and Fortune

In a city where magic hums just beneath the surface of reality, where shadows stretch longer than they should and names carry weight even after they’re forgotten, Aurea Ezéki walks the line between memory and myth.

She lives in a crumbling castle at the edge of Budapest – an estate too large for one person, too steeped in history to ever feel empty. The kind of place that doesn’t let go of its stories. Neither does she.

Aurea is a consultant for the Hollókő Foundation, known for her precise insights into dangerous magical events, obscure folklore, and the subtle manipulations of luck. She keeps her knowledge close, her words careful, her presence deliberately unremarkable. Those who work with her speak of a quiet intensity. A stillness that makes people listen.

She rarely talks about her past.

But sometimes, late at night, when a case brings her too close to old magic – the kind that smells like storms and fire – you can see something flicker behind her eyes. Recognition.

She’s not running from anything.

But she is carrying it.

What that something is, no one can say. Only that it’s older than most of the magic still spoken of in this city. And that, no matter how many wards she builds or how many truths she buries, some things don’t stay sleeping forever.

Not if they remember your name.