Goldenbloom

Goldenbloom is different from the others in Clan Skyseeker. Instead of a graceful priest or an ethereal elemental, she was once a rough-and-tumble warrior, a young fae who loved nothing more than to fight and get her paws dirty. She came from a large, rambunctious family full of brothers who were always eager to show off their strength.
Goldenbloom absorbed some of that. Since she hated being seen as weak—and being teased—she decided to join Light’s corps against the Beastclans when she was grown.
The leaders of the corps didn’t know what to make of the fiesty little fae. Impressed by her enthusiasm, they quickly promoted her to Field Captain.
Then came the day she was to lead her first real battle. She and her soldiers made their way into the Mire to fight off the encroaching Beastclans. The terrain was thick with mud, hard going. The Beastclans met them immediately, in a cloud of squawks and whirring cries.
Battle was scarier than she’d foreseen, bloodier, noisier. Frightening.
As the sun fell and the shadows lengthened, Goldenbloom realized her team was struggling. They were outnumbered by a plague of Blackwing Croakers soaring in from every side, a seething tide of living shadow.
With a heavy heart, Goldenbloom called for surrender. Her underlings all fled into the darkness. She lingered, though, to ensure everyone got away safely.
“Captain!” someone called. There: a smaller-than-usual Guardian struggling in the mud. Goldenbloom flung herself on him, hurriedly dragging him up and out. He escaped, but not before something struck her from behind.
A hulking Salve Kamaitachi lashed toward her neck with cold, sharp claws.
Then nothing.
When next she woke, the Lightweaver was coiled around her, her scales emitting soft radiance like a host of heavenly stars. The goddess smiled gently down at her confused charge.
“What…happened?” Goldenbloom managed.
“My dear little child, you left your life before your time was up. Such a courageous and noble heart doesn’t deserve to be gone so soon.” The Lightweaver spread her magnificent wings, revealing a lonely, misty clifftop.
As Goldenbloom looked on dazedly, the shy spirits began revealing themselves, all smiling hesitantly at their new addition.
The Lightweaver brushed her muzzle against Goldenbloom’s forehead. “Stay here and rest a while, little one. I’ll be watching over you.”
Since then, Goldenbloom has lived among the elemental dragons, who gladly chant, sing, and play music to heal her.