Ola

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B I O G R A P H Y It started young. Ola was never really the brightest. Or maybe she was but everyone just looked over it, including her. Well, either way, being bright was never going to get her out of her living space. Ola grew up somewhere a lot of dragons would long to grow up. A palace. But, there were things that really acted as a sting in her side. She was never really allowed to show much emotion and envied the other dragons that got to play outside. It kind of hurt. But her time was coming, she knew. She was scared of it. She didn't know life outside the palace but the thought grew inside her mind more and more each day. Royals were only allowed to have three infractions. She had six. It was just inevitable. She was going to be executed from the palace. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. Sed ut perspiciatis unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem accusantium doloremque laudantium, totam rem aperiam, eaque ipsa quae ab illo inventore veritatis et quasi architecto beatae vitae dicta sunt explicabo. Nemo enim ipsam voluptatem quia voluptas sit aspernatur aut odit aut fugit, sed quia consequuntur magni dolores eos qui ratione voluptatem sequi nesciunt. Neque porro quisquam est, qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit, sed quia non numquam eius modi tempora incidunt ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad minima veniam, quis nostrum exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit laboriosam, nisi ut aliquid ex ea commodi consequatur?

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Now Heres sum stuff dat I wrote-


Theme Song(s): The Distortionist by GhostandPals; Crossfire by Stephen; Overwhelmed by Royal & the Serpent


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This is her little brother--


She and Quincy are on a long, long journey to find her parents, who could possibly end the war.

For a bit of background info, her parents are rich god-like dragons who kicked Ola out for simply not understanding the need to hold her head up when she wanted to cry. At a young age. She was maybe six (that's tiny in dragon years) when it happened. But now, if she returns, her ever-so-neat-parents-who-can't-get-their-talons-dirty could finally put their wings down. Or scepter. Or whatever the hell they have to do to not get cloud dust on them. But it's complicated. There's, of course, a war. And, on top of that, her parents decided that all of their children would be failures and discarded their only soon-to-be-son. Now she has to take care of her brother beneath the bloodshed. But Quincy is there to help. He always will be. It's the one thing she knows. Their her two pieces of hope. Maybe just one and a half dragons, but they have her whole heart. Now she cant let them go.



Prolauge

So, this was what it felt like. It -- hurt. Not like she'd tell anyone. Or that it mattered. It didn't, really. But honestly, it was good to be let out of the palace for a bit. The stench of banners washed so often they were bleached with smelly-good stuff was overwhelming. But, nonetheless, she was still out here for work. Wait, no. That's not right. Not work, her parents would never let her lift a claw over a pile of dirt some daring soul brought into the palace. She was here to be taught how to keep a straight face. It was complicated for her, but she still excelled in it. She always, however, was sensitive to light and it makes her head feel like it may break into little egg shards. With a bark and a sudden (and shocking) smack to the face, her head swung to the right. She could feel her cheek swirling with blood that felt like bugs repeatedly jabbing her face. ``OLATATI,`` her instructor shouted. He reared his head, his face and hair as red as the second sun. This was the brother of her mother. Ola's uncle. Not very family-friendly, but still family. ``Can't you ever stay focused? Eyes on the ball.`` He held out his palm which conceived a small tennis-ball-sized orb that grew brighter the longer she stared at it. She squinted slightly, knowing she was not permitted to blink as of now. A strong gaze was a necessary royal trait for controlling her subjects. But the light felt like a magnet, pulling her eyelids shut until eventually they clashed and she turned away. She knew this was her final failure. As a royal, she was only allowed three imperfections. Using the other two on language (which she still cut out her `t's`) and stance. She had cheated on the other six of her infractions. It was simply inevitable. But, now she really didn't matter. She was no longer a piece of the puzzle. Was this was freedom was like? It's lonely. Ola, the royal no longer. But now what? She'd find out in mere seconds, as the slow thinking of her mind halted and she was suddenly in the halls. She did this a lot; unconsciously following commands as if she were conscious, but really she was all in her brain, staring at herself as though she were the puppet master of her own body. The thing is, is that sometimes she didn't feel like it was her looking at her. That's not what she saw. She didn't see herself walking down the halls, someone else did. But, at the same time, she knew nothing else. Oh, she's doing it again. Crap. Now she's here. At the foot of the throne. She looked up, the two blurry figures known as Mother and Father looking down on her. Lips moved, but no words floated to her ears. Or perhaps they did, but just slipped through. Ola looked down at her talons, no longer making an effort to hold a perfect form in the presence of her former family. She felt something smooth conk her head and then fall to the floor. She opened her eyes, and the blurriness of the tears gave way to an egg of gold. Like the other royals. She had visited it once before but was never allowed in more than a few minutes. Her little brother lay at her feet. The window was right there. And suddenly things didn't seem too blurry. And suddenly she was seeing through her own eyes. And her wings felt free. The look in her mothe--no-- the creature's eyes were filled with lightning, but it no longer filled her with panic as she flipped her wings open like whips and flared all they could. She was flying faster than she was permitted, but at this point, she had a purpose. She had a reason. She didn't have rules. Or knowledge of the world. Ola flew free for the first time. Right into a trap.