Pyrea
(#19148364)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Mirage Puffer
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.43 m
Wingspan
3.92 m
Weight
706.78 kg
Genetics
Blood
Poison
Poison
Fire
Butterfly
Butterfly
Maroon
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
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Pyrea
{ pi - RAY - ya } Nickname: Rea Lead Healer ♦ purchased from Deoxtri 
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The villagers erupted into furor. For many moons they had relied on the shaman, believing that her magic kept their illnesses at bay. But Chrysocolla the shaman had been a fraud from the beginning; there was nothing healing in her touch. She had maintained her position through trickery, exploiting the clan's awe of her -- and all that had fallen apart after Pyrea had arrived.
The clan leader promised that vengeance would be swift. The shaman was in custody now, and the next day, she would be executed for her crimes. It was incredibly harsh judgment, and Pyrea couldn't help glancing at the shaman to see how she was reacting. What she saw made her blood run cold.
Chrysocolla was smiling.
Surrounded by dragons brandishing weapons at her, crying out for her blood, the disgraced shaman stood stock-still. Her emerald eyes glittered coldly, boring into Pyrea, and beneath them, her mouth curved into a wintry smile.
Pyrea shuddered and turned away. Pleading fatigue, she retired to her hut to sleep. That night, the village buzzed with intrigue as word of Chrysocolla's sentence got around. Pyrea felt bad for her, but she had arrived only a few days ago, and her words would not carry much weight with the clan leader. Besides, Chrysocolla was dangerous. She was power-hungry and unscrupulous....Better that she be put to death. It would solve a lot of problems....
Such dark thoughts roiling in Pyrea's mind -- it was no wonder sleep didn't come easily to her. When it did, there was no rest, either. The noise of the clan was always on the edge of hearing, and she found herself unable to hide from that green-eyed gaze and that frigid smile....
"FRAUD!" The shriek split the air, and then a clay jar smashed against Pyrea's hut. The healer cowered against the wall, her heart hammering in her chest.
The noise had been building all night, and now, with the first light of day, it was the scream that'd awakened her. Pyrea cowered, terrified and confused, as the raging dragons rammed the door.
"What is happening?" Pyrea thought frantically as she peered from the window. She leaned out to address the crowd, hoping to reason with them, but instead--
Chrysocolla. There she was, standing at the very back of the crowd. Her green eyes still shining, that smile still gleaming on her face. As the two Skydancers locked eyes, the shaman's smile split into a vicious grin. Her laugh was swallowed up by the roar of the crowd as they finally battered down the door.
Pyrea only narrowly managed to escape. She flew away, wings pumping hard, and the Nature dragons chased after her. A sudden squall provided her with cover, and she ducked into a tree, where she huddled, trembling and exhausted. She remembered the shaman laughing, her hands reaching up as the crowd's cries crescendoed into a roar.
Enchantment -- so the shaman had other tricks in her bag, after all. Pyrea's throat went dry as she realized this....Chrysocolla had been no healer, but she had been an excellent manipulator, a weaver of lies and deceit. She had taken the previous day's events and rewritten them in the dragons' minds -- with Pyrea in her place, the charlatan unmasked...and due for the chopping block.
Angry cries drew nearer....She would be discovered soon. With a grimace, she spread her wings again.
The next few weeks were a nightmare for Pyrea. Her pursuers had informed other clans that she was the one they were looking for, and these dragons, too, joined the hunt for her. She blundered through the Viridian Labyrinth, always half-listening for her hunters' roars, unable to fully rest or sleep. In time, she ran out of supplies, and she had to resort to thievery to survive. On one occasion, she managed to sneak into a campsite and steal a traveler's cloak. The cloak had a pouch of money sewn into the lining, and now she saw a way she might escape her torment.
She stumbled into an unsavory seaside town one dreary day. She found a captain who was making ready to return to the Sunbeam Ruins and importuned him to take her on as a passenger. His price was exorbitant, but Pyrea paid it, pushing the pouch of coins into his claws. He grinned toothily, and the deal was sealed.
She had hoped to find passage back to the Beacon of the Radiant Eye, but the captain was a scoundrel and marooned her on the barren coast instead. Already weak from hiding out in the wilderness, and with no supplies of her own, Pyrea stumbled through the unclaimed lands. Her own magic would not avail her here, for she was too weak to cast it. So again she wandered, no longer pursued, but her situation was no less precarious, for she was dangerously weak. Already delirium was beginning to set in.
She slumped under a tree, barely feeling the icy rain that fell, soaking her scales. The landscape shimmered around her, first with the pale light of afternoon, and then with a strange rainbow cast....She could have laughed at that. Rainbows. What strange things to see even now, when the end was near. Her eyes drooped shut....
"Excuse me..."
Pyrea's eyes snapped open again. A strange, spiky face was leaning in close to stare at her. For a wild moment, she thought her pursuers had caught up to her -- but then she realized that this dragon had golden eyes.
"Are you all right? What are you doing out here; are you lost? You shouldn't shelter here; trees like this often get struck by lightning." Beyond the Ridgeback, another dragon moved closer. Her great, pale shape filled Pyrea's vision, and she struggled to make sense of what she was seeing. Rainbow light washed from the pale Imperial's scales, painting the surrounds in prismatic hues.
"Delirious...This is it, I've cracked and gone mad." Her consciousness dropped into darkness. She slumped against the tree as the Ridgeback fussed around her, and she didn't feel as the Imperial lifted her and then gently placed her into a bag.
Pyrea was safe: She had been discovered by a young clan's gatherers, and they took her back to their lair, where she was nursed back to health. They were naturally curious about how she'd ended up in the wilderness in such a state, but after what she'd been through, she remained reticent about her ordeal. They were considerate enough not to keep prying. Still, it was difficult for Pyrea to relax around them.
Healers are always in great demand, and when the clan found out about Pyrea's skill in this field, they asked if she would consider joining them. Pyrea was reluctant to do so at first. Two things finally convinced her to stay: first, this was a relatively new Light clan that she was unlikely to have trouble with, and second, no Nature dragons had joined them yet.
She remained wary of the Gladekeeper's children. There was no telling how far Chrysocolla's enchantment had spread, how many dragons she had convinced to side with her. Whenever she saw a Nature dragon pass by, she became silent, kept her head down.
No one ever accosted her, but she could not conceal the truth forever. In time, she shared her secrets with the clan's founders. The news did not please them, but at the same time, they recognized how much it had taken for Pyrea to trust them. By then, she had also proven herself to be a capable healer, a valued member of the clan, so they promised that they would continue defending her.
Her heart nearly stopped the day she saw him: one of the dragons of Chrysocolla's clan. The Nature Imperial was in the market on business, and he stopped at a stall next to Pyrea. The Skydancer, expecting the worst, froze in place, wings trembling for flight.
The huge Imperial paid for his purchase. As he turned to go, he noticed the healer's terrified stare. "Pardon me, madam. Is something wrong?"
There was no hostility in his voice, and his expression was only mildly interested. Pyrea remembered the last time she'd seen him: He had ripped the roof off her hut, his face twisted in mindless rage. Just like all the others...
"N...No. You look like...someone I know."
"Hmm. Hardly possible. I only rarely come here for business. Perhaps you've met a relative of mine."
"I think so. I'm sorry....I was mistaken." Pyrea slowly shook her head, and the Imperial moved away.
It wasn't a mistake. She'd always had a good eye for faces, and she recognized him; it was definitely him. But he hadn't recognized her. "Perhaps the enchantment has...worn off?"
At her request, the clan leaders put out very careful inquiries, asking about any Light dragons who had recently run into trouble in the Labyrinth, those who had been identified as frauds and charlatans. Some reports surfaced, but none of the perpetrators matched Pyrea's description or had been executed. The clan that had chased her away was still active, but they had healers of their own now, homegrown physicians recruited from other Nature clans. There was no evidence that they had ever hired an unscrupulous shaman named Chrysocolla, let alone a Light healer named Pyrea.
"Could it be...?" A strange emotion fluttered in Pyrea's chest -- she couldn't rightly call it hope. More like anticipation...She asked the clan's Exalt Remembrancer to look through records for her, notices of exaltation...or death. The dark Ridgeback nodded silently and then went to access the Beacon's records, or the ones of other Flights, if need be.
The results returned some weeks later: Chrysocolla, born of the Nature Flight, had indeed been exalted. "Perhaps that is why her enchantment has expired," said Touvar, who had been apprised of Pyrea's past as a matter of necessity. Whatever her own thoughts on the matter, they didn't show up on her face. She bowed perfunctorily to the healer and then retired to her own chamber.
Pyrea considered it for a long time. An exalted dragon would be under direct command of the deity they'd gone to, and she didn't doubt that a god would have no trouble quashing Chrysocolla's insidious powers. And yet the unease refused to die away. She smoothed out the parchment that had given her the news....
This dragon has been exalted to the Lightweaver.
The Lightweaver, not the Gladekeeper -- Pyrea's own deity. When had Chrysocolla come to the Sunbeam Ruins? Why had she come? Or maybe...
Glittering green eyes flashing with hatred. She smiled her wintry smile and laughed as the crowd roared for blood. She was lost behind the tumult as Pyrea fled...and after that, the clan claimed they had never even heard of her.
...she had not actually been exalted at all...?
~ The End
Credits & Notes:
• Coding and dividers made by me.
• Special thanks to Deoxtri for interesting notes and info on Pyrea and Chrysocolla. Inspired by this thread. (For those who are wondering, the Nature clan in the story is of my own creation and doesn't refer to any players on the site.)
• Pyrea's accent generously bestowed by Pebble850.
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