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Zyra, a young dragon, is small and fragile compared to her adult kin, but her scales are already starting to shimmer with a mix of deep crimson and gold, hints of the majestic beauty she'll one day possess. Her wings are small and underdeveloped, though she flaps them in an attempt to mimic her elders. Her eyes, however, gleam with a fierce intelligence, gleaming with the same fiery hue as her mother's.

Though she is young, Zyra is a creature of deep introspection and burning curiosity. The loss of her mother has shaped her into someone who is both fiercely independent and wary of others. She trusts few, often looking for the truth behind every action, every word spoken to her. But beneath her hardened exterior is a soul still learning to navigate the complexities of the world around her. She carries the fire of vengeance, but also the potential for great compassion, as her mother’s final lessons linger in her heart. Zyra might not fully understand the memories her mother left behind, but the fire within her promises that she will one day uncover them—if not for herself, then for the memory of her mother.

Zyra's earliest memory is of a scene burned into her mind with vivid clarity—a scene that would haunt her forever. When Zyra hatched, the first thing her young eyes met was her mother, a powerful and regal dragon, lying lifeless on the ground. Her mother’s body was battered, wings broken, and her scales were stained with blood. The scent of death filled the air, but more hauntingly, there were signs of a struggle—a group of human bodies littered nearby, slain by her mother's wrath. But Zyra's world was not just filled with death. In the aftermath of the battle, she saw two dragon eggs gone, stolen by the attackers. The rest of her kin lay shattered, destroyed beyond recognition. Before the tragic end, Zyra's mother, with what little strength remained, whispered her name: Zyra, "the flame of the dawn," her voice weak, full of sorrow. Her mother’s eyes filled with the wisdom of centuries as she spoke: "Zyra... I am sorry, but I cannot give you the rest of my memories. Your path... is your own." Those were her final words. As her mother's breath faded away, Zyra was left with a growing hunger for vengeance and a deep yearning to uncover the truth behind her mother’s death and the stolen eggs. But those memories... they were gone. All that remained was the name, and the fire in Zyra’s chest that burned brighter with every passing moment. For years after the attack, Zyra wandered the wilderness, growing stronger and more cunning. She learned the ways of survival, hunting, and mastering her own elemental powers. Though still a young dragon, she has come to understand the cruel world she now finds herself in—a world where dragons are hunted, and their kind is seen as nothing more than a threat to be extinguished. Now, Zyra seeks the truth about who took the eggs and why they killed her mother. She desires to rebuild her legacy, reclaim what was lost, and, most of all, honor her mother's final words by following her own path. A path that will be fraught with danger, but one that she will face with the fury of a dragon. She will not rest until she has avenged her mother, and in doing so, learned the secrets of her bloodline, her mother's untold stories, and perhaps, the key to her future.