Devastated at the loss of her mate and children, a young fae by the name of Red wandered the wasteland of the Emberglow Hearth for weeks before settling on a suitable crevice to call a temporary home. She fell into a deep sleep.
The obsidian female awoke to a strange peeping at her claws. A young hatchling. It was significantly larger than herself, being an imperial, but Red could see neither hide nor tail of its parents nearby and she could hear its stomach rumbling. She figured at that point the hatchling might just eat her if she did not make herself useful, and so she adopted the youngster. She named her Marble.
The clan gradually grew larger and larger alongside Marble as more dragons joined; some orphaned in the harsh environment of Fire territory, some refugees, some who would rather have forgotten their past. And for a while it was peaceful.
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