Foreshadow

Foreshadow was born in an arcane clan of dragons of all shapes, sizes and colors. The gift of her primal eyesight was coveted by the clan members, and they were knowledgeable about the gifts that her eyes bestowed upon her. This clan was fortunate enough to have had another dragon in the clan once be gifted by the Arcanist with such brilliant eyes many many years ago. The clan's elder, Ruta, was born during the time the gifted dragon came of age and learned his powers. Ruta told the story of a gifted dragon who was a Pearlcatcher named Rhall, and although she was very young when he was in the clan, she recalled his fantastic instincts and accurate predictions. The clan used Ruta's knowledge to train Foreshadow to hone her skills and channel the connection she had with the great Arcanist. She would train daily and study the remainder of old scrolls that detailed Rhall's experience. She became very adept at being able to control her power.

One day during her training, she felt a power course through her that was unfamiliar. The runes on her face glowed brightly, and they began to trickle down her neck and down her back to the tip of her tail. Her entire dorsal was covered in glowing magenta runes. She heard a voice in her head, urging her to fly... to... "save him". She took to the skies without hesitation, the runes guiding her way.

She found herself atop a formation of pink rocks, arching over a chamber full of Wildclaws. At the head of the chamber she saw a silver dragon, his face bleeding and his body petrified with fear. She felt a force pull her down into the chamber, throwing herself between the silver dragon and a hostile male Wildclaw with blood dripping from his claws. The hostile male's claws dug into her hip, and she roared in agony.

"GO!" she commanded the silver dragon, and he took off from the chamber, escaping into the clouds above.

The hostile Wildclaw's eyes flared with anger and jealousy. Foreshadow was not afraid of him. She felt the runes on her face pulse with power. The hostile dragon was poised to attack, when he suddenly let out a roar of pain. Foreshadow watched as his claws and talons fell from his limbs and shattered onto the ground. His legs wobbled as he fell to the ground, no longer able to stand. He shrank onto the ground, his form shrinking and shriveling. The color in his feathers faded to a lifeless beige and a magenta ooze leaked from his eyes.
Did... Foreshadow do that?

The clan of Wildclaws watched as the hostile dragon fell, all of them looking confused and unsure. Foreshadow came to understand that he was one of their leaders, and his lust for power was detrimental to the capabilities of the clan members. She undertook the task of showing them that such a leader was unfit for power, and that they could lead themselves. Foreshadow took the time to train them to hunt in pairs and gave them the capability of fending for themselves instead of relying on someone else. She encouraged the council of the clan to dismember and for the members to find their own callings with their individual gifts and specialties. She was amazed that other clans could operate so differently from her own, and came to appreciate the variety of her clan and the care taken in her own upbringing.

Reflecting on her upbringing made her realize what a difficult upbringing the silver dragon she had saved must have undergone. Once she had ensured the remainder of the Wildclaw clan was educated and capable of holding their own, she knew she had to find that silver dragon who escaped.

As she took to the sky and bid the clan farewell, the runes on her face pulsed with magic. She trusted in them and let them guide her to the Starwood Strand. She was hesitant to enter the woods, recalling the stories of dragons who entered and never returned. Could the silver dragon really have survived in those woods? She put all of her trust into the guidance of her runes, pushing her fear aside. How would she find him in such a vast wooded area?

She wandered the forest for a short while, until she noticed a glowing in the treetops. Flowering pink petals twinkled in the high branches, trailing through the woods. The glowing petals were... guiding her. They sparkled and blinked above her, pulling her left and right through the Strand. After a while of traveling, she came eye to eye with the silver dragon from before. She was relieved to see he was well fed and was able to hunt for himself as he hid here in solitude. However, she knew she wanted to be the one to hunt alongside him from then on.