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[center][size=7]I. W[/size][size=6]HAT HAS GONE BEFORE[/size] [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=19&bodygene=0&breed=1&element=2&eyetype=0&gender=1&tert=71&tertgene=0&winggene=3&wings=31&auth=5d995f0deb017ba491616defe60a97f2242bdce5&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/center] Long, long ago, the Plaguebringer coaxed a nest of five tiny Fae to life. But they were not normal lively hatchlings. Born helpless, each Fae had a gift of a single sense. Kari was the firstborn, and she was the Seer. But without scent and sound and touch to enrichen her sights, the world was a dead, empty place, like watching tantalizing visions of life behind a veil. All legends tell that the blind are made keen, and the lame made strong in other ways, but such is not the case in the coldness of reality. And thus they threw the fragile little things out to die, branded with a single title. Failure. Failure. You are not fit to live. Scavengers scattered them within hours. Snatched into the sky by a vulture, Kari saw her siblings torn and carried away, and she called out to them in a voice she could not hear until they were gone like the fumes of the Plaguelands, never to be seen again. A Nature clan shot the carrion bird down. Before the warriors could catch the hatchling, the wind had flung her tiny body far away to land among the trees. But she did not die. The forest itself saved her. As she wandered the Labyrinth, half dead and wishing to be so, the Gladekeeper called upon all the little animals of the forest to came and surround Kari. What she could not hear, they heard for her. What she could not feel, or smell, or taste, they felt and heard and tasted for her. As she roamed the green land, bit by bit the trees filled the emptiness where her lost senses ought to have been. As roots, given a thousand years, seep into the deepest chinks of a mountain, so the woods permeated her very body. In a way, she was the forest then, the wild growing essence of it trapped in the form of a Fae. Time fell with the autumn leaves, till countless seasons had rolled by. A thousand years and more had she seen, and she was wise then with the sights embedded within her woody heart. But without a voice, all the wisdom in the world is useless. Achingly lonely, the little dragon took a banyan seed and buried it in a glade, neither knowing nor caring what it would bring. A century, five hundred years, millennia. The tree grew. And Kari watched. Bottled up in a living forest within her own body, doomed to live and see as long as the Labyrinth stood. Silent. Unchanging as the trees. Deathless and lifeless.
I. WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE
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Long, long ago, the Plaguebringer coaxed a nest of five tiny Fae to life. But they were not normal lively hatchlings. Born helpless, each Fae had a gift of a single sense. Kari was the firstborn, and she was the Seer. But without scent and sound and touch to enrichen her sights, the world was a dead, empty place, like watching tantalizing visions of life behind a veil. All legends tell that the blind are made keen, and the lame made strong in other ways, but such is not the case in the coldness of reality. And thus they threw the fragile little things out to die, branded with a single title.

Failure.

Failure. You are not fit to live. Scavengers scattered them within hours. Snatched into the sky by a vulture, Kari saw her siblings torn and carried away, and she called out to them in a voice she could not hear until they were gone like the fumes of the Plaguelands, never to be seen again.

A Nature clan shot the carrion bird down. Before the warriors could catch the hatchling, the wind had flung her tiny body far away to land among the trees. But she did not die. The forest itself saved her. As she wandered the Labyrinth, half dead and wishing to be so, the Gladekeeper called upon all the little animals of the forest to came and surround Kari. What she could not hear, they heard for her. What she could not feel, or smell, or taste, they felt and heard and tasted for her.

As she roamed the green land, bit by bit the trees filled the emptiness where her lost senses ought to have been. As roots, given a thousand years, seep into the deepest chinks of a mountain, so the woods permeated her very body. In a way, she was the forest then, the wild growing essence of it trapped in the form of a Fae.

Time fell with the autumn leaves, till countless seasons had rolled by. A thousand years and more had she seen, and she was wise then with the sights embedded within her woody heart. But without a voice, all the wisdom in the world is useless. Achingly lonely, the little dragon took a banyan seed and buried it in a glade, neither knowing nor caring what it would bring.

A century, five hundred years, millennia. The tree grew. And Kari watched. Bottled up in a living forest within her own body, doomed to live and see as long as the Labyrinth stood. Silent. Unchanging as the trees. Deathless and lifeless.
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[center][size=7]II. S[/size][size=6]TAR AND SNOW[/size] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/4305937][img]http://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/43060/4305937_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Every hatchling knows the tale of the dragon who tried to kill the gods. Once upon a time, the story goes, in the dead of winter, a old jailer found an infant Wildclaw abandoned on the Snowsquall Tundra. Taking pity on her, he took her back to the Fortress of Ends where the wardens raised her in secret. Although the jailer had rescued the hatchling out of mercy, the tough, weather-beaten wardens had other ideas. Deep in the icy catacombs, they fed the foundling with hate and dragon’s flesh. They made a killing machine. Known as Albite, the foundling grew up ruthless, murdering for the sake of death. As she matured she intimidated, caroused, and slew her way to the top. And when there was no one left above her to take down, she turned her attention upon the deities. But the Icewarden was prepared. While she was still stalking the corridors of the Fortress, the King himself summoned her. And though she killed two dozen guards alone, she was no match for the god of Ice. Following her assassination attempt on the Icewarden, the deities captured her, turned her into a constellation and pinned her to the sky with the stars. In the struggle, no one saw that a fragment of the Wildclaw’s soul had been struck off to land in the Viridian Labyrinth. And so for many, many years Albite was left to sink in history, forgotten, thought to be dead. But not so. Little did the mortal dragons know that the Wildclaw’s strength and stamina had a deeper source. Long before she rose in the ranks, she had found a place where the Shade bubbled up through the protection of the deities. She was young then, still hidden in the catacombs. Her innocence did not last. And even after her defeat, the Shade continued to hound her through the stars with a vengeance greater than her own….
II. STAR AND SNOW
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Every hatchling knows the tale of the dragon who tried to kill the gods. Once upon a time, the story goes, in the dead of winter, a old jailer found an infant Wildclaw abandoned on the Snowsquall Tundra. Taking pity on her, he took her back to the Fortress of Ends where the wardens raised her in secret. Although the jailer had rescued the hatchling out of mercy, the tough, weather-beaten wardens had other ideas. Deep in the icy catacombs, they fed the foundling with hate and dragon’s flesh.

They made a killing machine. Known as Albite, the foundling grew up ruthless, murdering for the sake of death. As she matured she intimidated, caroused, and slew her way to the top. And when there was no one left above her to take down, she turned her attention upon the deities. But the Icewarden was prepared. While she was still stalking the corridors of the Fortress, the King himself summoned her. And though she killed two dozen guards alone, she was no match for the god of Ice.

Following her assassination attempt on the Icewarden, the deities captured her, turned her into a constellation and pinned her to the sky with the stars. In the struggle, no one saw that a fragment of the Wildclaw’s soul had been struck off to land in the Viridian Labyrinth. And so for many, many years Albite was left to sink in history, forgotten, thought to be dead.

But not so. Little did the mortal dragons know that the Wildclaw’s strength and stamina had a deeper source. Long before she rose in the ranks, she had found a place where the Shade bubbled up through the protection of the deities. She was young then, still hidden in the catacombs. Her innocence did not last. And even after her defeat, the Shade continued to hound her through the stars with a vengeance greater than her own….
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[center][size=7]III. W[/size][size=6]OOD OF OLD[/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=329507][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/3296/329507_350.png[/img][/url][/center] When Kari’s tree had grown old and strong, something happened at last to break the monotony of the Fae’s life. Though she had long since known of the rebellion of Albite, few things on Sornieth mattered to her anymore. Until that night as Kari, like all the rest of dragonkind, watched the deities overpower the Wildclaw in the skies, something like a star came blazing down into the Labyrinth. Drawn to the towering banyan as a lightning bolt is drawn to a tall tree, it scorched a gaping hollow through the center of its trunk. Later, as Kari cautiously explored the bleeding wound in her tree, she discovered that the blow had bored it down to the roots. Nothing was left of the falling flame except for a charred hole in floor of the cavity. Yet, as the tree took no lasting harm, Kari let it be. Years passed and dragons began to use the hollow banyan as a shelter, and then a home and a lair. A great clan arose on the site, wise and studious. Scholars, scribes, and priests, many hailing from the Sunbeam Ruins. Warriors to protect the priests. Masons and stonecutters to build strong walls around the hollow tree. Bookbinders to store the infinite mass of knowledge. Sorrowhaven this clan came to be called, and a mighty name it was. Then, like all things, the clan passed away. War swept the land. The walls fell. Bit by bit, the banyan grew and grew till it swallowed the bones, and the dust of what was once the most renowned library in the Labyrinth. Back into oblivion it sank. Kari, forgotten once again, continued to live in the ruins as though nothing had happened.
III. WOOD OF OLD
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When Kari’s tree had grown old and strong, something happened at last to break the monotony of the Fae’s life. Though she had long since known of the rebellion of Albite, few things on Sornieth mattered to her anymore. Until that night as Kari, like all the rest of dragonkind, watched the deities overpower the Wildclaw in the skies, something like a star came blazing down into the Labyrinth.

Drawn to the towering banyan as a lightning bolt is drawn to a tall tree, it scorched a gaping hollow through the center of its trunk. Later, as Kari cautiously explored the bleeding wound in her tree, she discovered that the blow had bored it down to the roots. Nothing was left of the falling flame except for a charred hole in floor of the cavity.

Yet, as the tree took no lasting harm, Kari let it be. Years passed and dragons began to use the hollow banyan as a shelter, and then a home and a lair. A great clan arose on the site, wise and studious. Scholars, scribes, and priests, many hailing from the Sunbeam Ruins. Warriors to protect the priests. Masons and stonecutters to build strong walls around the hollow tree. Bookbinders to store the infinite mass of knowledge. Sorrowhaven this clan came to be called, and a mighty name it was.

Then, like all things, the clan passed away. War swept the land. The walls fell. Bit by bit, the banyan grew and grew till it swallowed the bones, and the dust of what was once the most renowned library in the Labyrinth. Back into oblivion it sank. Kari, forgotten once again, continued to live in the ruins as though nothing had happened.
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[center][size=7]IV. C[/size][size=6]OMING TO LIFE[/size] [img]http://flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=12&bodygene=1&breed=1&element=10&eyetype=0&gender=1&tert=71&tertgene=0&winggene=13&wings=5&auth=291107300b00cf08e590428e3d25a0a2f22a0dee&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/center] Beneath the banyan, Kari heard the cry of a newborn hatchling. The falling star had not burned away after all. She raised the tiny thing like her own, taking solace in the presence of a companion. But not for long. The hatchling grew up, a Fae like her, and it too wanted a life of more than oldness and loneliness. Kari was left alone yet again. A Nature clan picked up the once-hatchling and named her Arwenni. One year spring was late in coming. In the whirling snow, white-blue met green as the children of the Icewarden and Gladekeeper met and clashed. And dragons fought and screamed and died; and as their bodies came dropping out of the sky and their blood sunk into the earth, all at once everything that slept was wakened. Nature threw back the frost. The earth trembled with the triumph that was won in the Labyrinth. And the sky cracked open with a roar and a crash as the Shade tore Albite down from the stars. At the same time, two young dragons, swept into each other by a flood in the thaw, wandered together along the Gladeveins. One was Raesh, his memories of his origins fuzzy but peaceful. The other? She only said her name was Arwenni. Whether it was the guidance of the forest itself, or that the ancient place drew the forlorn wanderers onward, or that it was simply meant to be, the two found themselves settling in the spreading shade of a massive banyan tree surrounded by ruinous boulders. Just one night, they said, and then we can move on again. But they stayed. And the longer they lingered, the more they felt their aching hearts soothed. Then Kari, lonely beyond belief, showed herself to them. The veil was fallen. As the months passed, dragons came trickling in from the corners of Sornieth. Frost, master strategist; Celadin, a runaway prince; Thrandilion, a powerful mage of Plague. Fractalae and Narya, seasoned warriors who loved each other more than life itself. Lupin, a young dragon raised by wolves; Mindolluin, mercenary pirate formerly hunting him down; Dusk and Makau, a blind scholar and her scribe. And oh! for the first time in centuries, there was light in the glade. There was talking and singing in the branches. There was dancing on the great floor in the hollow heart of the tree. And Kari had not been so happy in a long, long time.
IV. COMING TO LIFE
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Beneath the banyan, Kari heard the cry of a newborn hatchling. The falling star had not burned away after all. She raised the tiny thing like her own, taking solace in the presence of a companion. But not for long. The hatchling grew up, a Fae like her, and it too wanted a life of more than oldness and loneliness. Kari was left alone yet again.

A Nature clan picked up the once-hatchling and named her Arwenni.

One year spring was late in coming. In the whirling snow, white-blue met green as the children of the Icewarden and Gladekeeper met and clashed. And dragons fought and screamed and died; and as their bodies came dropping out of the sky and their blood sunk into the earth, all at once everything that slept was wakened.

Nature threw back the frost. The earth trembled with the triumph that was won in the Labyrinth. And the sky cracked open with a roar and a crash as the Shade tore Albite down from the stars.

At the same time, two young dragons, swept into each other by a flood in the thaw, wandered together along the Gladeveins. One was Raesh, his memories of his origins fuzzy but peaceful. The other? She only said her name was Arwenni.

Whether it was the guidance of the forest itself, or that the ancient place drew the forlorn wanderers onward, or that it was simply meant to be, the two found themselves settling in the spreading shade of a massive banyan tree surrounded by ruinous boulders. Just one night, they said, and then we can move on again. But they stayed. And the longer they lingered, the more they felt their aching hearts soothed.

Then Kari, lonely beyond belief, showed herself to them. The veil was fallen. As the months passed, dragons came trickling in from the corners of Sornieth. Frost, master strategist; Celadin, a runaway prince; Thrandilion, a powerful mage of Plague. Fractalae and Narya, seasoned warriors who loved each other more than life itself. Lupin, a young dragon raised by wolves; Mindolluin, mercenary pirate formerly hunting him down; Dusk and Makau, a blind scholar and her scribe.

And oh! for the first time in centuries, there was light in the glade. There was talking and singing in the branches. There was dancing on the great floor in the hollow heart of the tree. And Kari had not been so happy in a long, long time.
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[center][size=7]V. F[/size][size=6]ALLING OF SHADOWS[/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=24300937][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/243010/24300937_350.png[/img][/url][/center] As Albite roamed, bit by bit the sunlight pieced her back together — almost. Only when she was so close to whole did she know that there was the tiniest shard missing, the last piece in the puzzle of her life. And so Sornieth once again began to whisper with rumors of a starry creature haunting the shadows. And the sound of Albite’s footsteps across the world awakened something that known her once, long ago. From the deep depths beyond the elements, the Shade came bubbling back to the surface. In the Tangled Wood, a clan cast a corrupted king out of their land, cursing him. His name was Emyr. Along with him, his clan exiled Merle, faithful servant and fool. She had taken the brunt of the black corruption. Nobody wanted her near anymore, nobody but Emyr. It was his fault she coughed tar and shadows and wasted away in the nights, and in the pit of his misery and betrayal, he wanted to redeem himself and save her. So they sought a cure, and over the months, king and servant became friend and friend. To cover more ground, they split up — Emyr to the Sekura clan, Merle to the nearby Sorrowhaven. Soon after she arrived, dragons of Sorrowhaven began to report strange things. Shadows dancing free of the objects that cast them, odd noises slithering beneath their feet, tiny voices that urged them to do what they would never have dreamed of doing. And at the same time, the political and emotional weaving of Sorrowhaven was pulling apart, unravelling with the mind of Arwenni. Diplomacy collapsed. Raesh and Celadin, struggling to keep the clan on its feet, ceded more and more responsibility to Captain Fractalae. Driven beyond his limits by the weight of responsibility and the shadows in his vision, Fractalae launched a coup, using the Shade-tainted Merle as one might wield a weapon of mass destruction. Aghast by the evidence that the Shade still existed, the clan members fled, leaving the ashamed Merle alone in the aftermath, to slink down into the Forest of Deeps. A month went by, the remaining dragons scraping for every mouthful. The banyan began to show signs of the Shade seeping among its roots. Though it was not affected by the Shade the way it affects dragons, it grew more alive with each passing day, more perilous as it accrued a mind of its own. Recognizing the danger, Kari left the home she had known for millennia. With her went the spirit of the clan. The survivors disbanded, cast to the winds, many never to meet again. Sorrowhaven was no more.
V. FALLING OF SHADOWS
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As Albite roamed, bit by bit the sunlight pieced her back together — almost. Only when she was so close to whole did she know that there was the tiniest shard missing, the last piece in the puzzle of her life. And so Sornieth once again began to whisper with rumors of a starry creature haunting the shadows. And the sound of Albite’s footsteps across the world awakened something that known her once, long ago. From the deep depths beyond the elements, the Shade came bubbling back to the surface.

In the Tangled Wood, a clan cast a corrupted king out of their land, cursing him. His name was Emyr. Along with him, his clan exiled Merle, faithful servant and fool. She had taken the brunt of the black corruption. Nobody wanted her near anymore, nobody but Emyr. It was his fault she coughed tar and shadows and wasted away in the nights, and in the pit of his misery and betrayal, he wanted to redeem himself and save her. So they sought a cure, and over the months, king and servant became friend and friend. To cover more ground, they split up — Emyr to the Sekura clan, Merle to the nearby Sorrowhaven.

Soon after she arrived, dragons of Sorrowhaven began to report strange things. Shadows dancing free of the objects that cast them, odd noises slithering beneath their feet, tiny voices that urged them to do what they would never have dreamed of doing. And at the same time, the political and emotional weaving of Sorrowhaven was pulling apart, unravelling with the mind of Arwenni. Diplomacy collapsed. Raesh and Celadin, struggling to keep the clan on its feet, ceded more and more responsibility to Captain Fractalae.

Driven beyond his limits by the weight of responsibility and the shadows in his vision, Fractalae launched a coup, using the Shade-tainted Merle as one might wield a weapon of mass destruction. Aghast by the evidence that the Shade still existed, the clan members fled, leaving the ashamed Merle alone in the aftermath, to slink down into the Forest of Deeps.

A month went by, the remaining dragons scraping for every mouthful. The banyan began to show signs of the Shade seeping among its roots. Though it was not affected by the Shade the way it affects dragons, it grew more alive with each passing day, more perilous as it accrued a mind of its own. Recognizing the danger, Kari left the home she had known for millennia. With her went the spirit of the clan. The survivors disbanded, cast to the winds, many never to meet again. Sorrowhaven was no more.
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.[center][size=7]VI. A[/size][size=6] STAR AT REST[/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20073325][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/200734/20073325_350.png[/img][/url][/center] Sorrowhaven scattered across the reaches of Sornieth, and the banyan called its former inhabitants by name. For it was alone for the first time in its long, long life, and lonely despite being surrounded by its fellows. It missed the sound of dragons and speech, and the only dragon it had now was the lost and terrified Merle as she rushed through the twisted root system, trying to leave the Shade behind and find the light. And so the old banyan sent out its calling in earnest. Only a scant few answered. Raesh, who wandered from the other end of Sornieth. Arwenni, who had never strayed far, more afraid than ever of her starry hunter. Seiceamar too, for he had never been grounded and went wherever one wished him to go. Ginkgo came with Raesh, a cryptid hunter longing to meet the legendary star child. Though Raesh disliked his view of Arwenni, he could not find Arwenni without the help of the white Tundra. When they converged, they gave the tree some pause — where did they all go? Why so few? — but the starving are not exacting, and the banyan was content. But along the way, Ginkgo and Raesh’s inquiries after Arwenni left a clear trail for Albite to follow. Under the gloom of the Shrieking Wilds the Wildclaw cornered Arwenni at last, panting from the chase but not so exhausted as the Fae-turned-Skydancer who cowered before her. In time Raesh caught up to them, throwing his safety away in an attempt to defend Arwenni. But he was not fast or strong enough to stop Albite — or Arwenni herself when stood up and let the Wildclaw slay her. “It’s time to let this end,” she said, and said no more. At long, long last Albite was fulfilled, for she had been waiting for this moment for centuries. Raesh attacked Albite. Wild with grief and horror, he flailed blindly, never a fighter but driven beyond his limits. She only struck him back in instinctive self-defense, but she was a fighter. She was a killer. The Gladekeeper wakened with an earthen roar, for however deeply the Lady of the Woods sleeps, she has and always will protect her trees. All those years Albite had been waiting and hunting were in vain. The Gladekeeper interceded, mending Raesh's mortal wound, and she with it she issued Albite an ultimatum: leave her own accord, or be removed by force — and this time the punishment will be worse than the last. Seeing that there was no hope of standing against the wrath of an awakened deity, Albite agreed with a heavy heart go back to the stars that were her prison for so long. With his airship, Seiceamar brought her up as high as their lungs could stand, and then in the depths of the night sky he reached out and tore the veil of time that had always been so thin to him. Only a little gap but it was enough for Albite to slip free, and in doing so she changed from the fallen star to the northern star. In a final act of kindness, the Gladekeeper fixed her so that she will always be in sight of the clan who tried so hard to accept her. The last scene. Over the body of Arwenni, Raesh looked at the healed gash in his heart and asked a question. “Mother, if you can revive me, bring her back to life.” But the Gladekeeper only shook her head with a sad smile, because she does not have power over life and death but only over her trees. Arwenni was not a tree. Arwenni was a dragon. A month, maybe two, maybe three. Nowadays, sometimes Raesh will catch a passing strain of the scent he loved. It is never enough — gone too soon — but he swears that Arwenni has come back. Just a bit, not for long. He hopes it's not too lonely for her on the other side.
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VI. A STAR AT REST
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Sorrowhaven scattered across the reaches of Sornieth, and the banyan called its former inhabitants by name. For it was alone for the first time in its long, long life, and lonely despite being surrounded by its fellows. It missed the sound of dragons and speech, and the only dragon it had now was the lost and terrified Merle as she rushed through the twisted root system, trying to leave the Shade behind and find the light.

And so the old banyan sent out its calling in earnest. Only a scant few answered. Raesh, who wandered from the other end of Sornieth. Arwenni, who had never strayed far, more afraid than ever of her starry hunter. Seiceamar too, for he had never been grounded and went wherever one wished him to go.

Ginkgo came with Raesh, a cryptid hunter longing to meet the legendary star child. Though Raesh disliked his view of Arwenni, he could not find Arwenni without the help of the white Tundra. When they converged, they gave the tree some pause — where did they all go? Why so few? — but the starving are not exacting, and the banyan was content.

But along the way, Ginkgo and Raesh’s inquiries after Arwenni left a clear trail for Albite to follow. Under the gloom of the Shrieking Wilds the Wildclaw cornered Arwenni at last, panting from the chase but not so exhausted as the Fae-turned-Skydancer who cowered before her. In time Raesh caught up to them, throwing his safety away in an attempt to defend Arwenni. But he was not fast or strong enough to stop Albite — or Arwenni herself when stood up and let the Wildclaw slay her.

“It’s time to let this end,” she said, and said no more. At long, long last Albite was fulfilled, for she had been waiting for this moment for centuries. Raesh attacked Albite. Wild with grief and horror, he flailed blindly, never a fighter but driven beyond his limits. She only struck him back in instinctive self-defense, but she was a fighter. She was a killer. The Gladekeeper wakened with an earthen roar, for however deeply the Lady of the Woods sleeps, she has and always will protect her trees.

All those years Albite had been waiting and hunting were in vain. The Gladekeeper interceded, mending Raesh's mortal wound, and she with it she issued Albite an ultimatum: leave her own accord, or be removed by force — and this time the punishment will be worse than the last. Seeing that there was no hope of standing against the wrath of an awakened deity, Albite agreed with a heavy heart go back to the stars that were her prison for so long.

With his airship, Seiceamar brought her up as high as their lungs could stand, and then in the depths of the night sky he reached out and tore the veil of time that had always been so thin to him. Only a little gap but it was enough for Albite to slip free, and in doing so she changed from the fallen star to the northern star. In a final act of kindness, the Gladekeeper fixed her so that she will always be in sight of the clan who tried so hard to accept her.

The last scene. Over the body of Arwenni, Raesh looked at the healed gash in his heart and asked a question.

“Mother, if you can revive me, bring her back to life.” But the Gladekeeper only shook her head with a sad smile, because she does not have power over life and death but only over her trees. Arwenni was not a tree. Arwenni was a dragon.

A month, maybe two, maybe three. Nowadays, sometimes Raesh will catch a passing strain of the scent he loved. It is never enough — gone too soon — but he swears that Arwenni has come back. Just a bit, not for long. He hopes it's not too lonely for her on the other side.
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[center][size=7]VII. T[/size][size=6]HE LABYRINTHINE BREACH[/size] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40589031][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/405891/40589031_350.png[/img][/url][/center]
VII. THE LABYRINTHINE BREACH
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