Jack

Cold, freezing shivering white expanse of death. That was all that he could remember of where he came from. He was so plae, almost translucent when he fell here. Where was here? He didn't know, all he could hear were the wispering voices.

"Is he gonna make it Keira?"

"I'm not sure."

He had laid in bed for weeks barly able to eat, but the heat of the cave started warming his core. Thus he began getting stronger and stronger. His skin started to pinken and his wings darken. Until one day he opened his eyes. The first dragon he saw was Keira which was a bit startling. She was the clans Shaman, imbued with fire magic of Ashfall she somehow revived him.

He had asorbed some magic from Keira during his illness. That magic has allowed him to mine the Rarest fire Crystals form depths that even several fire dragons would shy away from. Some of the crystals he has mined are so powerful that their dust and shards began to grow and embed on his wings and body. Some of his clan wisper that he even mines crystals from his wings and that Keira had placed some sort of spell on him. In some ways he agrees, for the longer he stays with the clan the stroger his feelings for Keira get.

When he is not found by Keira's side. He is off by himself, and can usually be found mutter to himself about his forgotten past and where he came from even when he is mineing. "White death, why do i only remember white Death?" Is what the clan usually hear coming from his cave hallow.

Special thanks: To Ozie for helping me with the idea for the lore, Aquari.

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