Fiasco had always been a wild child.

From the start, she was zipping around left and right, jumping over logs and fences and... falling... into traps....

She could recall one evening when she had broken her wings in multiple places.

It was a perfect summer afternoon when some sort of trials or weird tests had been announced by The King himself. Fiasco had wanted to attend, to test her speed and maneuverability but her mother and father both told her she was far too young to blindly walk into the "mad dragon's absurd and dangerous game."

Well, she at least wanted to see.

Her parents worked on a farm and when they had gone for their duties, she sprinted up to the castle. The castle walls were huge! And the line to get in was even bigger. No worries, she would just fly and climb her way up.

Her tail balanced her flight and her climb up the beige bricks, her wings shifting in color as the light reflected off of them in different ways.

Of course there was security, what did she expect?

Up she climbed until the guards struck her down, her wings catching on the bricks as she fumbled them around to hold the wind underneath them.

Down she fell onto her wings, cracked and broken and bent in irregular ways.

Her sister, Grigsby, had been nearby. Had it not been for her, Fiasco would've lost her wings forever.

They healed, however. Now stronger than ever, she could fly and chase the wind itself.