Dreja

The Ally

When she was young she wandered the great libraries any time her clan would let her. They became her second home, the reading cushions as much as a nest as the space between her parents ever was. During her time there she made friends with the young Pearlcatcher Amaryllis, an orphan from the plaguelands she was a servant in those halls, putting books back, and sweeping the floors. It was a friendship from the start as the two were the youngest dragons permitted in the halls.

Many dragons may have grown apart as the grew older, but not these two. Amary was the only dragon Dreja confided in as she learned more and more. The Pearlcatcher had spent her life in the library and knew where every old tome was and how to get in to every restricted area. She happily squirreled books away for her dearest friend. All was well and good until the day tragedy struck.

Dreja never learned what happened, only that her dearest friend had been struck down, in mute horror she was led to where her friend lay amongst the scrolls and tomes. She screamed and raged, but her friend would not move. That night she snuck to the crypts where Amary was lain to rest, and with the most forbidden tomes she brought her friend back to...something resembling life.

Amaryllis knows that what her friend did was considered wrong. And knows that her actions are what got the coatl banished from her clan. She also knows that without Dreja she would be back in that darkness, that cold void. She owes her existence to her Queen, and will defend her against any who would challenge her friend. This half-life is better than none at all.


If there is one dragon who could ruin everything it is Corrit. The Tundra came from lands far away, and should have been exalted years ago. Yet damn her, Wer took a liking to him, and for a while, it kept the Guardian occupied. Though Dreja protested, Batu refused to have him killed, showing some sort of...fondness for his previous mates apparent glimmer of happiness with this low-bred traveller. When Wer was struck down and raised as a revenant, Dreja thought at last the hated one would be done for.

How wrong she was.

At the first sign of danger to the Tundra, Wer struck with a speed and ferocity she never had in life. Though dead, she remains protective of her mate.

It will not end well.

Dreja knows that the Tundra is behind everything foiling her plans. The missing hatchlings, the skirmish attacks against their weakest borders. She knows, she KNOWS it is him. But so far her proof has not been enough to sway her king. Worse still, Batu has quietly proclaimed that should any harm come to Corrit, he will hold her responsible.

It is only a matter of time though...Corrit is only mortal after all. And mortals are so frail...