Cling

Bought as a hatchling, Cling came to the clan with one dream- to become a warrior worthy of praise and song, to become so strong that he would join the legends that had existed for him.

He spent his childhood begging the fighters for tales of glory, to recount their battles for the day, and while most of them swatted him away with their tails, many gave in and shared a tale or two.

And the moment he was grown, when he should have been sent off to be resold, he begged the leader to reconsider, to keep him in the clan, and give him a chance at gaining his dream. The leader agreed, and he was allowed to stay, given a place in the clan so long as he earned his keep.

And earn his keep he did, waiting for his chance to fight. And waiting. And waiting, days turning into weeks without a single step outside of clan territory, others chosen over him to be trained first.

"You're to be a mage," he was told, when he finally asked. "A support dragon, a healer to keep the fighters going. You'll be trained when the other fighters are done."

The news crushed him- it was his dream to fight, not to cast, and to live without that dream keeping him going? For weeks he was listless, just waiting for the moment he could finally enter the coliseum, if just to watch the battle from afar.

Until, one day, anothers' training was interrupted and his began. Someone outside the clan wanted him. Someone outside the clan wanted him, and he was going to fight.

Finally, his dream would begin, and he was going to revel in every second of it.

Trained by 9r7g5h