Novak

Novak muttered a prayer to the stars.

Please. I know I was meant for something greater than this, I just need help figuring out what. I am small, the only fae in the clan. I have no mate, and no role.. Ambriel has been incredibly kind to me in this way period, but it's time now for me to become more. To better serve her.. And you.

He waited a few minutes for an answer, and when none came, raised himself on tiny wings to return back to the clan celebration. The New Year was coming.

As he reached the crest of the hill, longing weighing heavy on his heart, a sharp pain in his chest made him cry out and land prematurely. His cry caught the attention of Mythril and one of the new noc babies he had adopted. Novak saw them through a haze of pain.

They started towards him, but were stopped suddenly by a blinding light that surrounded the fae. Mythril placed himself between the blast, and the small dragon, who peeked around the older dragon's legs to catch a glimpse of what was going on.

As the light faded the baby dragon let out a squawk and went running to the shape laying in the dust.
"Um... I'd better go get Ambriel." Mythril spoke before dragging himself quickly away.

The noc tilted her head at his receeding shape, then returned her attention to Novak, and sniffing reached out one tentative claw to poke the glowing object Novak was curled around. As her talon touched the pearls glowing surface, Novak awoke.