Soul

Bio Written by Purpleater13

There was nothing more spine-chilling than seeing a ghost in the shadows of a new moon. Soul most certainly seems like such, yet the guardian is very much alive. With fury and grudge spilling from her like a waterfall, many dragons take heed and shy away. It’s only when she vanishes into the mist do they emerge again.

One notable thing about the guardian was the pearl she was carrying around. It was a pearlcatcher’s, a memento of what unfortunate events had caused Soul to even wind up a guardian. Of course, everybody would pass off her protectiveness over the pearl as the guardian protecting her charge. It radiated a sense of hatred and loathing. Soul intentionally made it this way - one last gleaming coat on her pearl before her form changed.

Once upon a time, Soul had been a dangerously powerful magician. There were few dragons within a vast distance that could only come close to rivaling her. The pearlcatcher lived a well-respected life with observers gazing up in awe and fear simultaneously. Suitors came from far and wide in order to potentially win Soul’s heart. She has bonded with many of them, however they never remained that way for long.

With the amount of respect she attracted, the pearlcatcher had also accumulated quite a few enemies. Soul disregarded every single one of them with a snort. There was nobody within hundreds of miles that was capable of rivaling her boundless abilities. That was where she was wrong, oh so very wrong.

She was visited one late night by another dragon shrouded in black. The other pearlcatcher planted her staff forcefully into the ground and challenged Soul to a duel. Soul, merely joking, accepted the challenge. However the moment Soul had arranged herself to start, the other pearlcatcher revealed a scroll and unleashed its contents upon her.

Ever since that life-changing incident, Soul has lived a life of loathing. She had her magic abilities cut down to a point where she couldn’t even utilize them for travel or simple tasks. Every action performed with magic was a chore, and her body strained every time Soul used her abilities. Such drawbacks filled the guardian with a new sense of magic - wrath.

Dragons cower away at the mere sensing of her presence, most creatures do at this point. The only one that hasn’t was a frosted pocketmouse, who has remained with the guardian since their encounter. It was the only creature that didn’t see her as a deranged maniac. Soul appreciated the familiar’s company, for at this point it was the only company she had. However thanks to her rage, Soul could feel her magical abilities slowly, but surely returning.

It was only a matter of time before she sought revenge.

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