King

She was brash, reckless, and never thought about how she portrayed herself. her clan mates called her "King" as a harsh joke. Years went by and with each day she lost more friends, the trust of her clan, and her self confidence. When she finally saw herself, and how others saw her actions, she was horrified, she loathed herself and wanted nothing more to change. But it was too late for this clan, no one even looked at her anymore, she had failed at being apart of the clan and she wasnt wanted anymore.
It wasnt until others saw her packing and heading for the front gates that they realized they had failed her too.


They stopped on her way out of the clan, not just by the Leaders, but also by the shamans and the healers, the bakers, the blacksmiths, almost everyone was there to great her. They told her how they were wrong to shun her, and how horrid they felt at what theyd done. She cried, they helped her see her way, and throughout the next few months of training by some of the best dragons in the clan, she became one of the best flyers and prophets the clan had to offer.

They started calling her by her real name again, but by now she preferred King, she asked them to call her by her old nickname, and although confused the clanmates did as she asked.
Now a days she is not seen as the ruthless, and bossy king her clanmates used to see her as, but a proud, and skillful leader the clan deserves.