Jarna
(#20083687)
Head of Sector Six| She/Her
Familiar
Overwatered Seedling
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Pearlcatcher
This dragon cannot breed until Apr 29, 2024 (9 days).
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.16 m
Wingspan
4.24 m
Weight
338.36 kg
Genetics
Teal
Cherub
Cherub
Caribbean
Butterfly
Butterfly
Ice
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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Jarna
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It was not enough for Jarna to donate to charity. No...she wanted to do more. Surrounded by wealth from an early age, she had become keenly aware that she had more than other dragons: more to give, more to spare. Soon that fervent desire to help took shape. It had a name, and that name was healing.
“You wish to be a healer?” her parents asked, smiling encouragingly. There were worse professions for their daughter to try—healers were always highly respected. They could afford the best education, and they gave it to her: she was sent to study alongside the greatest specialists. From them, she learned all she would need to save other dragons and better their lives.
She spent many years honing her craft, yet to her anxious parents, it seemed to be the blink of an eye. They tried to convince her to stay in the clan, telling her, “We can ask our leaders to set aside space for your clinic. You will have no shortage of patients—”
“No.” Jarna shook her head. Her golden eyes glowed with determination as she clarified, “Our clan is well cared-for and has more than enough healers. I want to travel to other lands, help those less fortunate than we are...”
This was what her parents were worried about: It would be Jarna’s first time to travel alone, far beyond the clan’s territory. They prayed she would come to no harm. When the time came for her to leave, they embraced her tightly. “In your studies, you have seen much darkness and been taught that you can fix it,” they admitted, “but there are other problems out there, ones that even your skills can’t fix.”
Jarna assured them that she would be fine. Even with all the problems in the world, there was still so much good she could do. Her parents let her go, and she set out, eager to confront the challenges and lay ahead.
The storm rumbled ominously. It was always overhead nowadays, a constant reminder of the Stormcatcher’s displeasure, and Jarna had to keep herself from flinching. It was not good for a doctor to flinch in front of her patients—especially ones who had suffered so much already.
She heard a familiar growl: her companion, Hafleikr, had come to see what was keeping her up so late. As he swung his head, indicating that she should go to sleep, his thoughts resounded in her mind: “You can’t fix them all. You need your rest, too.”
“Not now, Hafleikr....I’m the only one who can do this.” A part of Jarna knew that the Guardian was right, but then, so was she. It had been very difficult to find dragons willing to work with Clan Escalon lately.
The clan was led by Raiden, a Surgeling: Countless centuries before, he had been a loyal servant of the Stormcatcher, but that had changed when the deity had commanded him to recruit dragons for exaltation. Many of these dragons fell in battles against the Shade and the Beastclans, yet rather than provide aid for them, the Stormcatcher had demanded more.
Jarna and Hafleikr had arrived at Escalon around this time. The clan had been relieved to have her, for few healers wanted to work with dragons who’d fallen out of favor with their god. Jarna hadn’t cared about gods, however. She had seen only the wounded warriors of Escalon, with no relief or peace in sight for them. Days of pain stretched ahead of them like a bleak, winding road.
Jarna could not remove them from that path, but she could make the journey easier. As she worked on their torn flesh, their shattered bones, her parents’ words rang in her mind: “There are problems even your skills can’t fix...”
“But I can fix this one,” she told herself fiercely. She mixed her medicines and sterilized her tools and she laid out splints and bandages.... “I can fix this patient—and the next, and the next...I must try.” Her eyes burned with resolve. “It would be unforgivable not to try!”
This was what compelled her to stay, even when other healers gave up and left the clan. The dragons’ battles grew fiercer, the effects of their god’s neglect deeply felt by all. When Jarna learned that Raiden was planning to bargain with the Stormcatcher, her heart dropped. Bargain with such a cold, cynical god? Many called him mad, but perhaps now the clan would have peace. It was a slim chance, but Jarna hoped...
When Raiden returned and said that he had won their freedom from the Stormcatcher, the clan exploded into victorious cheers. And Jarna joined them. This surprised those who had come to know her as a no-nonsense, even stern, surgeon. That day, the clan was the lightest they had ever felt in a long time, and though the way ahead would be hard, they could now see brighter days for themselves.
Raiden told Jarna that the dragons would probably not be involved in so many battles now—yet they would still need a healer. Would she be willing to remain with them?
She had learned much during her time in Escalon—but more than that, she had grown to love the dragons here. She had arrived as a relatively inexperienced physician, and the clan had shown her nothing but respect and gratitude. She had understood their struggles and helped them every step of the way; now that their situation had improved, the place was no longer a battleground, but a home. She told Raiden as much: she would stay.
Escalon against the Stormcatcher...Jarna thought that was the darkest time she had ever faced. And for a long time, it was. But then...
“The surgeon, Hemostat—he’s here to see you. It’s urgent....”
“Hemostat?” Jarna knew the name well. Some years before, she’d met the Imperial when a storm had forced him to take refuge in the clan. The two healers had become friends, and Escalon had soon forged an alliance with Hemostat’s clan, the mysterious Cathedral of Eyes.
Now he was back, and he was not alone. When Jarna saw him again, he was bending over a cot. A hatchling lay upon it, writhing with a desperation that tore at Jarna’s heart, her distress mirrored on Hemostat’s face.
“This is Lakshmi,” he told Jarna. “She was born to two dragons in my clan. Her condition is...I think it might be magic-related.”
The hatchling gasped and coughed up some blood. It was then Jarna realized that not all the red on Hemostat’s paws was his markings.
“How long has she been like this?”
“She was born a few days ago. I...I don’t know how long exactly.”
It wasn’t like the surgeon to not know such a crucial detail. Hemostat sighed, “It was her mother who sought my aid. Her father wouldn’t have her treated.”
“Why not?”
No answer came from the Imperial, but the anguished look on his face told her all she needed to know.
There were no more words about Lakshmi’s parents. The healers focused on saving her life, and Hemostat explained that almost immediately after she’d hatched, her internal organs had begun to fail. It took them a few hours to stabilize Lakshmi, and soon she lay quietly, sleeping calmly and peacefully for the first time in days.
“I think this place will be good for her,” Hemostat said, smiling at Jarna. “I’ll stay until I’m sure she’s out of danger.”
“Won’t you be missed?”
He snorted. “The rest of my clan can handle themselves. This is more important.”
Over the next few days, there were times when their hopes soared; Lakshmi became completely free of pain and was as active and bright-eyed as any other hatchling. Despite her terrible beginnings, she was a gentle child, and the healers took to her immediately.
At times, however, she started coughing up blood again, and Jarna and Hemostat grew more concerned. Hemostat frowned bleakly. “Mizar mentioned that the seizures got bad only when Alcor was around. They were absent as we were traveling from the Cathedral...but now they’re cropping up again.”
“Could she be allergic to the air?” Jarna had encountered patients who reacted adversely to the Shifting Expanse’s electricity, albeit not this extremely.
“It’s possible. I’d thought she was reacting to Alcor” —and the way he shuddered told Jarna how hideous Alcor must be— “but perhaps it’s not just him....”
Not just him? Jarna looked around. A few nurses were standing nearby, waiting to assist; there were other patients in the infirmary, but they were asleep. And there...
A shadow moved beyond the doorway.
“Wait here,” Jarna murmured as she slipped away. Outside, the corridor seemed deserted, the lanterns casting cold shadows over the walls. Jarna focused on one that seemed just a bit lighter than the rest of the air, like smoke.
“Oh...You saw me.” And with a quiet sigh, a paw materialized, pushing back the hood of a hitherto-invisible cloak. An Imperial appeared, thorns woven around her scales and glittering like stars.
“Abaddon. Are you here for...?”
“The child? No, no, not at all!” Abaddon flattened her ears. Despite her fearsome appearance—and her nature, it must be said, for she was an Underworld spirit—Jarna knew Abaddon to be a peaceful soul. She often came to Escalon, not to take departing souls (though that occasionally still happened), but to deliver messages from the departed to the living.
Now she looked past Jarna into the infirmary. “The child is reacting to magic.”
“You know something about it?” She was trying to remember if Abaddon had been present during the other times Lakshmi’s condition had worsened. Was it possible...?
“She senses demons, spirits. If I step inside, she, too, will see me. Dark magic clings to her. I would say she gets it from...her father.” And now Abaddon’s body tensed up. “I have delivered others from him before. The smell of death is heavy around him.”
She gathered up her cloak. “Messages can wait. So, too, can the dead. But the energy that clings to me also adversely affects this child, and it is not yet her time. I must leave.”
“Have a good shift,” Jarna replied. Her mind was racing, and she hurried to tell Hemostat what she had just learned.
Lakshmi would live. Her internal organs were mending, and she was herself a fighter, clinging fervently to life. Hemostat thanked Jarna profusely for her help, and though she tried to downplay it, he couldn’t seem to stop praising her. He had clearly developed a soft spot for the hatchling and was now very protective of her.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t stay. “Alcor can’t do anything to me, but if I remain here, he might locate Lakshmi, and that’s what I’m worried about.”
By now, he had told Jarna about Alcor’s true nature. The Pearlcatcher fully understood his concern.
Escalon agreed to give Lakshmi a home. They vowed to raise the child well, to protect her if her monstrous father ever came to steal her away. With further care, they could keep her away from any dark magics that corroded her body. She would be safe.
Hemostat soon left, flying towards a cloudy dawn. He would visit, but as Jarna watched him go, she couldn’t help thinking how the skies ahead spoke of the child’s future. There were other magics as dangerous—or more dangerous than—Alcor. As she had sadly learned over the years, sometimes you could never be too careful.
“But we must try,” she reminded herself. “It would be unforgivable not to try.”
Jarna headed back into the lair to tend to her patients. Some saw it as just another day, another shift—but for her it was, and always had been, another chance to make the world just a little better.
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