Holly

Holly was hidden, her light pistachio coloring blending in with the squall. She had feathered, angelic wings and they became heavy with the falling snow. Holly was so cold, felt her limbs growing numb as she tried to take shelter in the snowstorm.

It had been a long journey. Holly had a natural affinity for cold being of Ice descent, but after being out in the elements so long, even that couldn't stop the chill from seeping under her skin. Holly couldn't understand how she kept moving since she'd stopped feeling sensation for what may have been hours now.

It was strange, Holly couldn't remember how she had gotten out in the snow or where she was going. It was like the cold had placed a veil, hidden her memories. Who was she? Where was she going? Why did she keep wandering when there was no feeling? These were questions that circled around Holly's head internally as much as the snow did externally.

Why couldn't Holly remember who she was? She kept walking, unfeeling and spectre-esque. The snow didn't let up. She hadn't seen a single dragon in the storm and so she made up her mind that her new goal would be to find another dragon to help her, maybe jog her memory.

The darkness closed in, and she couldn't see her footing as she walked on, her wings too heavy to fly with. Holly didn't realize she'd gotten to a cliff until she was falling off. Too stunned to struggle, Holly fell quickly off the cliff and into the sea. Even more surprising to Holly was the fact that she didn't feel anything as she supposed she was drowning. No bubbles came out of her nostrils but still she remained conscious.

When she came to rest on the sea floor, she felt no different than she had when was wandering in the snow. Perhaps she wasn't alive? The thought disturbed Holly but she had no explanation for having taken no breaths, felt no sensation this whole time. The idea made her panic, and when a flash of light darted before her face, she involuntarily jumped away.

A few Water dragons saw her down there and were wary of this seemingly undead being. They saw she was dragon-shaped, yet couldn't be alive with a motionless body and complete consciousness. They hoped she was a friendly undead dragon and wondered how she'd come this deep.

Holly tried to gesture in a friendly way towards these deep sea dragons, and hoped they would be able to tell her something of her current state or past. They made meaningful eye contact with each other then gestured for Holly to follow them. The party came back to the lair and consulted with Francesca, the oracle.

Francesca pieced together Holly's past and what Holly feared was true. She was undead, having passed away in the seemingly mythical eternal snow, an enchanted area of the craigs where death was a mere doorway to pass through, not a bottomless hole. Why Holly had been in that area, Francesca couldn't discern, but at least the general story was determined.

Holly began to sob and the others took pity on her. Leela along with popular vote, invited her to stay as long as she wanted and figure out either her past or her future. At first some of the other dragons felt uneasy around her, but eventually she began to make friends. Holly felt happier now than she suspected she had in life.