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Azurenight
Good evening, young one! I am Karaglen, the eldest dragon in Verglas Manor. I may be a Light dragon, but the arctic wind howls through my bones. I started my clan when I was only a few weeks old and met a Guardian on his Search. He was staying with my old tribe and because I was a friendly dragonet, I quickly became friends with this new Guardian. His name is Loran. I was good friends with Loran by the time he left my old tribe and I decided to travel with him, at least for a while.
We traveled across the south of Sornieth and I made a great number of friends who decided to join us on our adventures. In the span of a few short weeks, I had become the de-facto leader of the clan. Now, I will admit that I am not a good leader. I cannot say no to my friends, no matter how hard I try. If there had been a feud in those early days, I am sure that Verglas Manor would not exist. My clan was very lucky, however and we stayed together through thick and thin.
Several months of traveling went by, and Loran was getting discouraged. By another turn of luck, I met Frian, a soft-spoken ice dragon who was mapping the coastline of the Sea of a Thousand Currents. Frian told me of a decrepit old castle in the Cloudscrape Crags that hadn't been explored for thousands of years. He also told stories of vast treasures in it's vaults, if only one knew how to enter them. This was enough to excite even the most sensitive dragons to make the trek to the castle. Loran was less than enthusiastic, but went along with the scheme.
When my clan first arrived in the Southern Icefields, we were dependent on Frian to help us survive the harsh landscape, as it was all we could do to keep warm. Soon, many of my friends were forced to leave us for the warmer weather in the north. It was a depressing time for me. Only a brave few stayed on. And it was these brace few who witnessed what must be the most joyous end to a Guardian's Search.
As our dwindling group drew nearer to the mountains, Loran began feeling queer and we feared that he was sick. We stopped early in the night to give him some rest, when an enormous blizzard descended upon us, with little warning. The next morning was deceptively cheerful, as the mountains which only hours before had been towering above us, had vanished!
Despair ran rampant among our group, gathering us all in her clutches except one. Loran. Without a word to anyone, he took flight, flying with a confidence towards something that nobody else could see. I shot after him at once, the rest of my clan trailing behind. I had almost caught up to him when he disappeared into thin air!
At my speed, I overshot the space where Loran had been moments before, only to find myself soaring over the mountains once again, a huge castle spread beneath me. I glided down to where Loran lay, curled around one of the castle's flagpoles and weeping with joy. Soon, the rest of my clan had gathered around Loran, congratulating him and thanking him for helping them out of the illusion.
That night, we sang and danced around a fire in the courtyard before watching Loran dispel the illusion. The next few days, dragons who had been lost in the illusion slowly trickled in, looking for shelter and a good meal. Loran was wary, but courteous and allowed most dragons in, and when he didn't, he always had someone bring out some blankets and rations.
Some visitors stayed, sharing their unique talents and powers and settled down with mates. When the first nest hatched, I knew I had found my calling as I fell in love with the adorable faces of the new dragonets. I passed on my leadership to Oralia (who, thank the deities, can actually enforce her rules) in order to become the dragonet caretaker. And that is how I have occupied myself since.
