Rank 4
Messenger
This clan calls me "The Risen," although it is not a title I would pick myself. I remember very little about my past, but I am told that on the morrow of a great and awful battle, where many were lost, I was found. I am the reminiscent of a dragon that was once known as SeaKnight, a great friend to the clan who many were sad to see perish.
I am not this dragon. I am myself. I am of my own will and yet some of this family still misplace their words and call me by the wrong name. I have made known my qualms and yet the dark magic users of this clan are quick to quiet me. Dalamar keeps a close watch on me as though he feels that I am his responsibility. I have questioned him on this, many times, but I never receive an answer.
I try to not let the silence I receive bother me, and get on with my daily tasks of running messages to other clans. I love it, flitting between dragons both great and meek, flying as free as I care to, and yet still having a place to call home.
These dragons may think of me as their fallen friend, and who knows? Maybe they are correct. But all I know is that I am who I am and they are my allies and my family. I like it here.