Eclair

For the longest time, the two stayed within the Tangled Woods, isolating themselves from any other clans or dragons. Eclair wasn't going to risk anything happening to Malik, be it hostile dragons, or just some nosy unworthies who would bring it upon themselves to judge her upbringing methods and try to intervene.

No matter how much time had passed, no matter how excellently Malik was coming along with his grooming, something in the back of her mind continued to remain fixated on what she had lost...

...No. What was stolen from her. Her flesh and blood, the child she could never have even been bothered to get to know the name of.

Of course, it never once crossed her mind to ever blame herself for snatching her child away in the first place. No, it was the fault of those cursed Plauge dragons. They stole her child away from her.

They stole her child away from their beloved Shadowbinder.

It was then that it hit her. The reason she could not forget: Clearly, the Shadowbinder wanted justice. Justice for everything those sniveling Plague dragons stole from her...

...And it would be Eclair's job to deliver this justice, by taking everything back from the Plague Flight. One clan at a time, from the inside out.

She knew she couldn't possibly be the only one truly loyal to the Shadowbinder, surely there were other true children of the Shadow Flight trapped within the other regions, ones who, with the right push, could be convinced to join her in her uprising to take back what rightfully belongs to the Shadowbinder.

And so, Eclair and Malik left the Tangled Woods, and entered the Scarred Wasteland.

The first dragon they encountered was a Mirror-sized Fae by the name of Khuzdar, who's eyes clearly signified him as being a child of the Shadow. Eclair took this as a sign: That dragon's clan is where their ultimate plan would begin...