Ouija

Ouija- the prophet

Most of the dragons of the light clan looked on in concern, but didn't dare step a claw's width into the great smoke. They had long been rule-followers, and it was practically forbidden without words to travel to the great smoke. Besides, they had barely lost any members! Why should they clean up another clan's mistakes?

Ouija knew why. He knew a lot of things, despite his age- Most diviners train their whole lives for an ephemeral glimpse of knowing sometime near the end of it, but Ouija had, within a few years of his training, obtained the true sight. Or some variation of it, at least- he was celebrated for his talent for a long time, before the clan realized that he had tricked them, that he spoke not with the wisdom of time itself, but with the spirits of his ancestors.

Necromancy is a capital offense among the dragons of the light, but death sentences are rare. Ouija was, with little warning, cast from the ranks of his clan, pushed over into shadow's territory, where he was granted asylum. Soon, however, he would volunteer to join the mission into the great smoke, knowing exactly what danger the metal beast would bring.