Peace
Clan Role: Hatchling
Mate: None
Children: None
Friends: ???
Enemies: None
Lore
"Please, Peace...keep her from causing problems."
Young Peace lowered her gaze to the ground. Barely an hour old, yet already, she was the only one that her sister would listen to. The only one who could convince her to do anything...yet she still could do nearly nothing.
Her parents believed she was the one who would rein in Dissensions actions, and Peace was frightened that she couldn't live up to their expectations.
She was meek. That is to say, she was gentle, kind, peaceful, forgiving, and humble, all combined. One couldn't tell by looking at her interact, but Peace was a strong dragon. Gentle, but much stronger than she appeared to be.
So she followed her sister, doing her best to impart views of right and wrong toward her...especially when it came to the worth of other dragons.
But then it became too much for her clan. Her sister was always harsh toward non water dragons, and it wore on them, and finally, Dissension was sent away.
"Peace, you have to go with her. Please, go with her," her mother pleaded.
"But I'm happy here...at home. With you!"
Scatha sighed and gently kissed her daughter's forehead. "I'm happy with you at home too. But Dissension needs you with her."
"Why? She never listens to me anyway."
"I think she listens more than you think."
Peace felt her eyes begin to water. She didn't want to leave home. She was happy. Why should the way Dissension acted affect everyone? It wasn't right. But Peace swallowed her own feelings and followed her sister to the fire clan.
She was frightened. She'd never been so far from home. And then Dissension was gone, already spending time with two skydancers who were of the water element. She was getting along well with them although she was ignoring dragons from all other clans, including DarkFire, the leader, who was a fire dragon.
So Peace sat in the shadows, watching the dragons pass by...and let the new feeling of loneliness wash over her, feeling it slowly rise, as it begin to drown her.
She felt as though she had no purpose any longer. If her purpose was not to keep peace between her sister and her clan members, what was it?
"Peace?" A female imperial approached her.
"Um...yes?"
"My name is Astrid. I'm Rusty's mother. Although...I suppose that doesn't mean much to you. My daughter Rusty lives here. She's gone home to visit with friends...us coming here made her feel a little bit homesick. We actually live in your clan."
"You do? We?"
"Peter, my mate, is here with me. We came to lay our eggs and spend time with our daughter." I hope you enjoy yourself. This is one of the best fire clans we've ever known."
Diary
Currently unfilled.
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