Dutch

Former Mayor of the Undye City

The kindly tundra had led the original settlers into the perils of the Undye after they had been entrapped in the gravity fields. Blood and rot matted into her fur, and fungi swelling at her eyes, her lively demeanor gave the settlers hope to continue into the hellish underworld. Under her guidance, the settlers learned the ways of survival in the Undye and constructed the automatons that protected their newfound city. Even when death wracked their ranks, taking soldier after soldier and life after life, Dutch had never lost hope.
When all seemed calm, and Tolkien, the grand guardian that had chosen her as it's charge, sacrificed himself to the Undye's heart, everything had fallen apart. Tolkien bellowed hellish predictions and poetry in his eternal slumber at the bottom of the heart's pool. When it was disregarded by the city council, Dutch persisted. The tundra couldn't help but be compelled to listen to her sleeping mate, as he had never spoken lies before.
At first, Tolkien commanded that Dutch's, and his own, four children must be brought to the surface. It was shrugged off as sleeptalk.
But Dutch had predicted the following disasters after the council had refused her rejections. Upon the day deciding that the four hatchlings would not be brought to the surface, a spire that had held steady and true since the beginning of the city's standing fell, crushing one of the four into an unrecognizable crater of scales and blood. Distraught, Dutch begged the council to reconsider. Upon their decision that an exalting party would be organized the following week the next day, a supporting beam gave way and caused a second hatchling to fall to their death.
The council was now rushed, convinced of Tolkien's prophecy. Dutch had felt relieved for a mere moment, deciding to go with the party to stay with her hatchlings for the last time. The journey went smoothly enough for a trip through the Undye, yet Dutch still felt deeply uneased, as if Tolkien's warning wasn't included in the following tragedy.
Hiding away in a crag in the Undye's lungs, the party rested.
A falling pebble awoke Dutch, to the horrific sight of her hatchling dead on the stone, foaming at the jaws. She searched the provisions to find empty vials of deadly poison. To ensure the end of the prophecy in fear, Devorough had murdered her child.
She took the body of the deceased hatchling, and the living one, taking it on herself to leave the crag without waking the mirrors and bringing them to the surface herself.
Hours after braving the gravity fields and climbing to the verdant green surface for the first time in countless years, she cried for the rest of the day in the sunlight she hadn't felt in all those years. For the betrayal of her city, the loss of her city, but most of all the loss of her family. All that she ever loved was lost, so she focused all that unyielding love on the surviving hatchling.
But in only one night after leaving, it had all shattered again.
Her hatchling wandered off in the night as she slept, into the trees surrounding the fields of death, scattered in the corpses of dragons that had once tried to escape the Undye. Yet their flesh was torn into with the bite marks of starving predators.
The cannibalistic tribes of mirrors surrounding the field made short work.

Dutch wailed for days, starving, not bothering to seek water or graze on the abundant foliage. The rest of her story was imminently lost to the Undye's ranks. By the grace of a wandering clansman had she survived.