Meena

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When Meena was a young hatchling, she was curious. She would often wander, and require more attention than the other newborn dragons for she had a tendency to get lost quite easily. Meena was on the move, and when she wasn’t she was asleep. As soon as she learned how to fly she took to the skies and went where she could, adoring the freeing feeling of flight and travel. When she was old enough to explore beyond the boundaries of the clan, she took full advantage of it. Even though she had to stay within the sight of the scouts, Meena still found the adventures quite satisfying, and they only fueled her desire to explore and learn.

Meena often made rash decisions because of her curiosity, and though she meant well her actions occasionally had the opposite effect. She would end up lost and confused, or she would make a mess in her haste. Meena of course never meant to, and always felt bad when she did, but it never doused her wanderlust. Meena was born to explore.

However, one fateful night Meena was restless. Tossing and turning, unable to sleep or think of anything but the world beyond the clan. She wanted to- no, she needed to go out there and see for herself. She was too young to go beyond the sight of the scouts or become one herself, and thus she was limited in her adventures.

A few hours of midnight traversing couldn’t hurt… Meena had thought, unaware of the possible dangers that awaited her. Of course, she was not sheltered so much that she didn’t have knowledge of the Beastclans that threatened Dragonkind, but she assumed they were far enough away from the clan that she would be safe a few miles beyond the borders.

And so she left. She took a small pouch to collect possible findings that piqued her interest and snuck away from the sleeping dragons. She managed to scurry past the night watch fairly easily due to her camouflaged coloring, and excitedly hurried off into the brush.

Meena traveled far past the edges of the Clan's borders. She continued her search for unique plants and creatures, managing to fit as many samples of materials, organics and trinkets as she could into her small bag. However, her happy trails were not happy for long.

Meena suddenly was struck with a spear that whizzed out from the shadowed forestry. Crying out in pain, she collapsed and frantically looked for the culprit. A Flamescale Illusionist slithered out from the darkness, accompanied by a Painted Centaur who held another spear in its hand. Meena feared for her life as the Illusionist spoke under its breath, voice gravelly and low as it summoned a spell. Meena helplessly cried out for the scouts of the Clan, scrambling to try and escape the enemies. Blue orbs of magic began to form in the Illusionists’ hand, and Meena writhed helplessly as the spell was completed.

A lightning fast blur darted from the forest just as the Flamescale Illusionist lashed out with the spell. As the offenders were taken out, Meena was struck with the force of the magic, which sent a powerful jolt through her and caused her to black out shortly after.

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Back at the clan, Meena awoke to the healers fretting over her. She had been patched up, but something felt off. Her senses tingled and she felt restless, but not with wanderlust. It was something else, something different and new that evoked fear for her. Memories of her midnight encounter flashed through her mind and Meena trembled.

“Meena,” The other healers backed away as Bloodlet spoke. The Wildclaw was the Clan's prime healer, and was among the High Council that served under the Queen. “How do you feel?”

“Strange.” She blurted, voice shaky. She couldn’t tell what was wrong with her. “Something is wrong.”

Bloodlet surveyed her with deep cobalt eyes. “I can see. What do you feel? I understand you were struck by a Flamescale Illusionists’ magic.”

Meena nodded, restlessly moving in her spot. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I feel scared and nervous, I can hear everything and I see all the minute details-” She was cut off with a sudden blue glow radiating from her claws. “I.. I..” She watched in horror as the magic took the shape of an orb. It not unlike the one that had struck her the previous night.

Bloodlet watched as well, gaze focused and sharp as he analyzed the scene. “Meena, I believe that the magic from the attack has stayed with you. The disruption of the spell could have caused complications-”

Before the Wildclaw could finish his explanation, Meena cried out in fear and terror, beginning to sob. The one thing she hated the most, the thing that almost took her life, she now had control of. Though many clan members tried to console her, including her parents, Meena could not recover from the revelation.

Meena is now more cautious than ever and hardly ever uses the magic she possesses. Though Meena does like to travel, she never goes alone and often does not go far or into unexplored territories. Although Meena may seem reserved and quiet to some, she longs to be her true self again and someday undo the spell placed on her, ridding herself once and for all of the magic inside of her.

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Lore written by SugarRose22