Ravenwing

Born to Zeni, twin of Greatsoul, Ravenwing had many things going for her. She was expected to be a mage liker her father and twin. But that was not to be. She was born without magic and instead had wings as hard as metal yet stronger and more flexible then most, as well as a heightened sense of danger. Even with those perks she was still looked down upon by most of the clan. For years she lived amongst her clanmates, constantly being looked down upon and judged harshly. After years of harsh judgment, Ravenwing couldn't take it much longer. One day she went to the den of the Ancient. There she asked Jagris what to do
"I'm lost Guardian. I don't have a place here without magic. They treat me as a disease, a plague that they want to be rid of. What should I do! Any more of this and something bad might happen"
Jagris looked in her eyes, those wide green eyes stained with hatred, sadness, and tears. She looked up towards the sky and let out a great sigh.
"You know young one, perhaps your place really isn't here. Now, now, no need to cry. I know its harsh but you came here for my judgement. This clan, their minds are not as open as mine. You could be a great fighter, one of the best warriors to ever be in this clan. Its not your fault that they treat you as so, and I wish they wouldn't. My advice to you is to either leave and go rogue. Explore the world, visit the other elements, leave us and Windsinger behind and enjoy your life. Or you could go join your mother in the Mistrils. They always welcome those without magic. Whatever you choose, I will always be here to guide you. Once a jaguar, always a jaguar"
With that Jagris laid her head down and finished talking. As Ravenwing was leaving she looked back and noticed one of the stones from Jagris fell off of her. She noticed her stop and looked at what she was staring at.
"Take it. That stone was my second in command. He was a mighty fine warrior, went by the name of Free. Let him guide you"
Ravenwing grabbed the stone and left. That was the last time she talked to Jagris. It wasn't until a few days later that she realized she was the first dragon in at least a decade to speak to the Ancient Guardian. A year had passed since she spoke to Jagris when her father came to her. He berated her as always, speaking on how she was nothing, useless, a waste of space in the clan. He spoke of her being the undoing of the clan, as the plague they should've gotten rid of. After hearing her father say that she got angry. After holding it back for years she finally lashed out at him with her claws. She swiped him on his left side, ripping through the runes that showed his possession of great magic. Once she realized what she did, she turned tail and fled. Running through the clans forest like her life depended on it. Right before the forests exist she was stopped by Greatsoul, her sister that rarely ever spoke to anyone, yet now chose to speak to her.
"Be free sister. I apologize for how I have treated you. I saw the future, your future. The sun beating down on you in a different domain. Surrounded by others who you look at in admiration and love. You will be free"
Ravenwing teared up, bowed her head at Greatsoul, and left. She was no longer a jaguar. Looking back now, she could've sworn that she saw not only Greatsoul, but Jagris standing there proud as can be, as well as a strange skydancer whom she had never seen before.