Eowyn

Eowyn was a strong warrior. She had always been. Loyal, cutthroat, hardworking. Everything you would want out of a knight. The ridgeback was one of the top generals from her original territory, commanding her troops through any battle that required her assistance. Until the accident, that is. She had been flying her army through a particularly heavy storm to get back to camp for the night, when a sharp wind overtook her flight pattern, sending her on a spiral towards the thorny brambles below. The sharp bushes tore her wings, making it impossible to fly. Would any of her fellow soldiers come and rescue her, or at least try and figure out where she had gone?. The general waited, for what seemed like eons, but no one came to her aid. Eowyn could feel her heart breaking from what seemed like the largest betrayal of all. She had poured her life, energy, wealth- everything she had to give in to her army, and they would keep flying on without her!. They would leave her, all alone, In the middle of a bramble to rot. The ridgeback lay in a tattered heap, sobbing on the cold ground. For the first time in her life, she felt defeated, with no tactics to save her.


It was a friendly looking spiral dragon who awoke her from the sleep Eowyn had eventually succumbed to, one of the dragons claws gently nudging her awake. "Excuse me miss, are you alright?"
At once, Eowyn tried to get up and stand her ground, protecting herself from what could be a danger. But because of her wounded state, she only managed to pathetically stumble around before asking the strange dragon to look away. The spiral gave her the dignity of closing her large eyes, before asking the general if she needed anything to help her.