a long time ago, to quench the thirst for money of greedy mens, a few tribes believing themselves secluded from the rest of the world, chose to forfeit a number of children each few years for the sake of keeping their peaceful lifestyle.
Five hatchlings were once left in a round basket of leaves and chords and along a merchant trailer they crossed the largest trade route known to men.
one was sold to cultist and found an unceremonious end. one was sold to a citadelle of mages and scholars, another to a brothel.
one fell ill and lost the light, the last, never bought, found solace in the dark.
no longer a hatchling, she threads and slithers in the dark corners of the world, doing what she must to survive in an alien world of scaleless men, elves and dwarves that regard her as a thing, a beast, a pest, contemplating the opportunity of a brighter path as profecies are foretold and an adventuring party forms.
with any luck, she will join yours, or end it in your sleep.

character now belongs to   Lynxzy