Addie

To be raised in a home where she was simultaneously placed on a pedestal while also being gaslit created a confused young dragon. From her days as a hatchling she told her parents she saw visions, sights beyond understanding. They always exchanged looks and explained to her that she was imagining it or that it must be a dream. She insisted. Sometimes these visions came true, happening in the real world around her just as she saw. They told her it wasn't true but ever since those conversations started they began feeding her more attention. They catered to her every whim, coddled her, feared for her if she dared leave the home for any amount of time. It was as if she were a fragile but precious thing.

Her siblings were almost ignored in contrast as all of their parent's focus landed on her. Little did she know it was because they did believe her. More than that, they were thrilled that their daughter showed such signs of a greater power in her blood. The only problem was, word couldn't get out. If it did, who knows what terrible dragons might be looking to get their claws in her.

It was almost as if fate was striving to prove them right. As the young dragon slipped away in the night to visit some friends in secret away from her parents' prying eyes, she stumbled into the path of a dark smoke-wreathed Banescale. He stirred up a conversation, coaxing her into giving away the secret she told she should keep. He believed her, luring her away with promises that she'd find more people to listen to her fascinating tales if she went along with him. So she did. As sheltered as she was, she didn't think anything of it.

She never returned home, finding herself surrounded by violence as she was tricked into captivity and forced to fight. Her gift served her well enough to keep her alive, giving her predictions as to what the other fighters would do next. Never had she been hit with so many visions so quickly. It was almost as if her gift was reacting to the adrenaline of her survival instincts. She used it, grasping onto it, desperate to avoid death. The naivety was drained from her with each and every fight.