Thera could remember it vividly, the rampant and total destruction of her home, her family, the ash made of years of hard work and love clung to her fur and scales, turning her tears to a chalky muck. She had been away, teaching the hatchlings of another clan basic magic and its applications for clan life.

Thera also remembered the dragon responsible for the desecration of her clan, a fae of immense and blinding rage, cloaked in the red of his past and present sins. An army of the bitter and the damned at his beckoning.

And so on that ash coated ground and soul-filled sky, she would tear down his empire and exact retribution. The magic she had cultivated and trained for her entire life rippled under her scales and shone in her eyes. Maybe one day she too would be cloaked in the red of sin and hatred much like her enemy, but she had a job to do first, and a throne to crush.

"Throne" - Rival, Neoni