Ambryin

Dreams and reality. Ambryin walks the line in between, where does a dream end and reality start. She dreams of wars and destruction, power and flight, visions of a world similar yet different to where she is today. She looks down on herself, and is smaller than she remembers, yet bigger than others of her kind. 'The elves did this!' she curses under her breath. The cursed elves, that took her from her master and friend, Festival, took her dragon form away from her, and left her unable to comprehend the common language.

In her defiance of the elves, she helped the wildlings, with her power and memories, she was a god, their savior, their protector, and cursed elves had to pay. Pay for cursing her, pay for daring to defy her, she who flew the skies and wielded power and ran with the gods!


'Minion!' she shouts. 'Yes, mistress!' replies a burly man, coming to her side. To onlookers the sight was something to behold, a drakin larger than most, and a human bowing and obeying humbly, running off to whatever errand his mistress has demanded. Curses of mistreatment to a god, and dirty elves can be heard by anyone close enough to her. Distrustful looks to people passing by, not many venture near her other than her 'minion'.