Rythika

The beauty of dawn swept the land once again. Each inhabitant rising from their slumbers to pursue their daily activities, but one had already begun. Deep in the heart of the clan, one Pearlcatcher calmly rubbed her beloved pearl to forsee the pathway for that day. Another life to rise, yet another to meet the end, romance and affection to bloom others to wither. She permitted herself a small smile as she heard her daughters rise from their slumber. The three had already grown into fine young ladies, deep into the pursuits that only the paths of their lives forged before them.

Each passing breeze took her back to the beginning... The start of what would grow into Rythika's passion that would light her heart ablaze in a matter no other could create. The history of her's dripped with only sadness, depression and anxiety. The day to day affairs with the other dragons commonly bullying the young Pearlcatcher for simply the race she was. The Snappers would cackle as they'd snatch her beloved Pearl away tossing between the three of them, whilst taunting her without any remorse or signs of mercy. Even at the sight of brooding anger and rivers of tears.

Perhaps... This is the fate I was meant to live by and no other...

The concept had frequently traveled through her mind. Society only delivered her the role of an outcast, frequent to physical and verbal abuse. What could await her that would be better than now? Each passing moon, the heaviness of Rythika's heart grew heavier the purpose of her own life fading before her claws. It was one chilling winter's night that had caused everything to change.

A now adolescent Rythika, had the darkest corners of depression and anxiety consume the being that was her. The once glowing, beautiful image of positivity was only a former image of herself. Where was her fate meant to be better? Years had passed with no end to her experiences.. Unless.. She glanced over, to Cynder's home. She had been absent for the previous seven moons, to attend matters with another major political figure passing it had been requested she delivered the eulogy.

She slowly crept into the elder's home her being drawn towards the scents of Cynder's study. One poisonous aroma appealed to her more than any other. Her glance crossed with the bottle of Arctic Poison on the highest shelf, it's properties would be able to kill her instantly paralyzing her lungs and freezing her body. Gently flying towards the bottle, she gently grasped the bottle unknowingly brushing her tail against a magenta potion pushing into to shatter against the floor with it's liquid rapidly spreading. Panic encapsulated her system and a door opened. Rythika immediately turned to have her gaze met with Cynder's closest friend, Loreweaver.

"Rythika...'' Loreweaver murmured as the buried emotions of Rythika was finally released. Tears rushed down her face as she rushed towards the Imperial's embrace. And on that day, Loreweaver created an oath with Rythika. To trust him and come to him in every time and day in the days where the sun shines or lightning strikes. With the days passing, days becoming weeks, weeks into months and months into years she slowly was able to return to her true happiness. Even through the harshest setbacks.

At the same time, Rythika introduced herself to a new passion thanks to Loreweaver: Magic and fortune telling with the abilities of her Pearl. She had become accepted and admired in society with the beauty of her powers allowing her to serve as a guardian of the clan and at the same time... Capture Loreweaver's heart as her mate.

Ultimately, Rythika realized the beauty of what her fate was..

'Fate has the capability to carry you down many roads, you may feel restricted to but a single road. The fate can be challenged with not a single event, action or day. But the thought to move one's heart towards the new light.'