Webber's Lore

Webbers

Clan Role: Advisor
Mate: None
Children: None
Friends: Curry, Dusk, DarkFire
Enemies: None

Lore

"Honor and Glory are what our clan has been built upon!" Loud chants were heard, "But sometimes, with Honor and Glory must come Death and Destruction!"
Webbers hid where no one could see her. Her parents were the leaders of their clan...until yesterday. Yesterday, her father had been sold into slavery, and her mother was threatened at sword point until running to the Flamecaller and fighting for him was easier than staying in their lair.
And they had left their daughter.
She was the only dragon still at home.
And she was alone.
Alone with the yelling and screaming.
"Long be dead the king and queen, but long live Death and Destruction!"
Her orange eyes wide, Webbers watched as the sleek, dark guardian named Death floated out, with her mate, a skittish ridgeback known as Destruction, at her side.
"Silence!" Death's voice, strong and commanding rang out. "As many of you know, Honor and Glory have been the rulers of our clan for many years...no longer. They have been lax. They have been..." she paused, then spoke the next word with scorn, "kind. When we should be waging war...they refused to charge. When we should have been fighting with our Flamecaller, they were saying to stay home...like cowards. NO LONGER!"
Webbers shook in terror. Oh, what would they do if they found her? What would they do?
She felt someone grab her. Their wings flapped over her eyes, so she couldn't see. She couldn't scream. Her enemies would hear her. But did it matter? Her enemies had her.
Blackness.
When she came to, she was alone in a cave. But she was safe now. No longer were her enemies ranting and raving about her mother and father. Oh no. The tears she had held back while in danger flooded her eyes now.
She felt a set of wings wrap around her, and she was pressed into a warm embrace.
At last, she pulled back, vision still blurry, and tried to look at the face of the person who had rescued her and held her. But she couldn't tell who or what it was, because of the tears.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"I can understand you?"
My what an odd way to say you're welcome, Webbers thought, as she laughed weakly, "Did you think I would have speaking problems?"
"No, no, it's just, I'm a coatl."
At last her vision cleared and she looked into the face of her rescuer. He was indeed a coatl. "Oh."
He introduced himself as Crurry and the became fast friends.
They soon added another dragon to their lair. A guardian named Dusk.
Then Dusk took them to a new lair, where a female mirror, named DarkFire was the leader.
Webbers cringed at the thought of another dragon being over her. It brought back memories of her former clan...memories that she had only ever shared with Crurry, her sole confidant. Even when she and DarkFire became close friends, at night, Webbers had nightmares of DarkFire holding her at sword point and demanding her to leave. Telling her she was no longer welcome. Selling her into slavery.
Although she is an advisor to the clan, an honor only slightly lower than leader, she is still frightened.
The nightmares persist.
The nightmares will not leave.
The tiny fae is haunted...and shall be as long as she lives.

Diary

Currently unfilled.

Mate None

Friends Crurry Dusk DarkFire

Enemies None