Backstory (Pre-TS)

Long ago,
In an Osrona now unrecognizable to her, Maeyomi is born into a family of once 4.  Her Mother and Father, whose names drift from waking memories, and her brother Yvven. (pro: “Yiv-En”) The two would live happily with their parents until one cold and wet day they returned home.  See the two would come to work as beggars for a brief period.  -Of Rhonyish descent, preceding the events that unfolded in her own life, there was already some lacking respect for their relations.  Those who could see it on them, have proven to prefer simply walking past them, not quite acknowledging the two.  Both had some great potential, but with a worry for the money to make it another month the two as fruitlessly and often as possible did this. (burning any leftover energy of theirs working to make some extra on their own)

So when they came home that day to find a letter, and not a soul inside.  Though Maeyomi couldn’t read at the time, from the expression of frustration and anguish projected by Yvven as he’d try his best to read the note, she would assume the worst.  Only, it’d come to pass.  The parents, amid the mistreatment and dark times spelled by the ruin and corruption of their ‘home’ had decided they no longer meant to stay in Esshar, without telling the two they’d left for new horizons.  Free of any care in the world, or a single obligation to anyone. (to them, a clear conscious maybe, but for Mae and her brother not so much) Explaining as he read it through, it was made apparent in that moment the last help they’d receive were rights to their broken and battered homestead.  The house (‘less even, a hut maybe?) was a small 3 room structure with lacking but efficient extremities.  The two lived from paycheck to paycheck until one day Yvven came home defeated, yet he'd adopt a smirk that slivered joy she herself nay recognized in him for some time.  Between seeing him in turmoil or a tired daze, this was a nice change of things, and reflected on hers as she beckoned him to explain just what he had to be so happy about.

In the time Mae had grown, all she knew was a ruined City of Dreams, shrouded in the energies of forces dark and devilish in-nature. (shrouded in darkness, its’ people became and fell petty in-comparison then to the demons of lesser men, in-doing so shamed their stars and forbade any celestial sacrament) Fiends roamed the streets, and she had to avoid her better judgement just to survive for as long as she had; however, it seemed all this was about to change.

“We’re leaving!-”

Her brother said to her, in no question or suggestion, but rather triumphantly.  As if announcing his decision.  She was forced to come along, but found solace in it as he explained himself. (he’d open up to her, and so she thereafter) The two would go on then to travel some great deal throughout Esshar.  She’d pick up many tricks and tips from those she’d met on her travels, and as time went on it became quite apparent her brother’s plan was to simply live.  To roam like nomads, ‘till an interesting turn of events came around, just to be obligated to tasks both minuscule and menial in proportion and property.  It wasn’t much fun, though every once and a while they’d get to hunt a scary something’ for a bounty on its head for some good coin, but beyond that just simple errands they picked up passing through settlements, villages, and small towns really.

As time went on, they’d travel all over, the two formed a strength in their bond so great it was nearly unbreakable.  Though, while ‘nearly’ lays a fine line for faltering, not quite fine enough to be broken as it seemed.  As their greatest trial yet to come would happen upon the girl and her brother as she neared 8, while both were quite physically capable for their age they still had some great deal of training to catch up on.  Always moving, from one place to another, training is harder to get than you’d think.  So when on their travels, a cackling road-side peasant gestures them close, scowled in ruined rags but emanating a fierce and fiendish aura offers them “-great power-”, her brother (susceptible to his desires) saw not a broken man with what was clearly a trick.  But a blessing from something beyond them, he saw this man as their opportunity to stabilize themselves, by securing their ability they’d secure their future. (at least in his mind) Weary to trust any stranger, she hesitated, but reassured by her brother’s willingness followed close behind him then. (latching to his cloak as she trailed close behind) As soon the two’d be led by the stranger to a small pond in a corrupted part of the forest.  Weary of this, Mae asked her brother if they could leave, but he replied quite crudely,

“-If you’d like to wait and meet back up, we can, but I want to see what he has to offer us-”

,she felt offended and hurt by this, it wasn’t like him to snap at her, but at risk of irritating him she decided instead against it.  At that, while she trusted her brother’s strength, this stranger hadn’t made whatever this ‘power’ or whatever it really was yet known to either of them.  As they approach the pond, the waters beneath its surface curdle and writhe as the man taps on the two before gesturing to the pond.

“-Drink from it-” ,he mumbled in a sickened croak, to which Mae in a moment’s notice whipped back in retaliation, she refused this and ran from him but her brother stared at the water with a look of awe.  Maybe he craved power?  Maybe physical strength meant that much to him, but Mae knew better!  In her time travelling she’d come to read, write, and copy some great many notes from a plethora of notable tomes and books along her travels. (granted mostly of stories, but each had its meaning, if only a little exaggerated) That being said, in all the time she’d been with Yvven, in their downtime contemplating ambitions he’d confided in Maeyomi.  He sought power, and now here it was, his key to that and in it ultimately the power to protect the both of them.  Though as Maeyomi refused this man’s offer, something changed in Yvven, as he dipped his head then. (against Maeyomi's conflicted trust in this man, he'd dipped it) Bending over, before his face submerged and the chortling stopped, horrified she tried to pull him from the lake.  But, he wouldn’t budge, she tugged and tugged until moments later she was torn off him by the stranger.  As she hollered out to him, the stranger made his attempts at dealing with the girl, a black flame ignited before shrouding around his shoulders and neck.  As he burned through this dark energy, a mana would seep from the man as it surrounded Maeyomi and clouded her vision in nightmarish illusions.  With a sinister snicker, he charged then with a form no longer human before nearly upon her...

She tried to defend herself, but would only miss the man, striking instead at shadows and specters that faded through the ground to have at her, and they wouldn’t fade until the man - before just moments of landing a fatal blow on the girl - was struck down himself, halting dead in his tracks as he was. (with a dumbfounded and wide-eyed stare she'd look to the blade that pierced him) Suspended in air by the sword of her brother behind him, the blade had pierced his heart, and with that the two departed.  He looked, clearly pale.  Lifeless even, her brother among many things spoke far less now. (staring down the winding path, and twitching at sounds that filled him with suspicion) She worried for him, and upon questioning his condition met no response for some great deal of the evening that followed.  As they prepared a camp for the night, he just took a seat and nonspeaking sat staring into their campfire.  She woke up the next morning to find him having fallen (in a seemingly effortless manner) some good 20 or so trees.  He spoke then, having said virtually nothing since the encounter, only-

“Th-This is power, Maeyomi.  We need to go back, you need this!”
(he said this with a frantic, and obsessive demeanor)

She refuted this, explaining something was clearly wrong with that water, she even suggested they talk to someone to check on him. (as his physical-appearance would lead any witness to believe, in that moment the boy was far from well) As she neared tears he spoke over her, exclaiming only that this power was not to be refused.  While something horrible may be happening to him, whatever it was, it lended him great power!  He wanted to see her obtain this power too, with both of them like this he said they’d be unstoppable!  Invincible even!  No one, no creature, NOTHING could stand against the two of them together.  It was at this moment, for the first time in their travels, she’d come to lose her trust in him. (falling to the dark influences they'd for so long managed to ward off only together; never one without the other) As her expression turned to one of a horrified girl, she simply couldn’t see this being the best path.  She tried to reassure him that though they’d seen a long and arduous road to obtaining what little they had, they did it from their own ability.  Never from help, but from their own intuitions and initiative to prevail under any circumstance, they’d come this far.  With that said, he looked quite furiously then to her, before he sighed.  Stating only that it was no longer a choice, he grabbed her arm and held her tight, but she tore away from him.  In that moment a bolt of unholy energy warped just barely to avoid her, nearly rotting the poor brush behind her.  As Yvven looked then to his hands and then back at her, she began to run.  Bolting the opposite direction deep into the forest.  What he'd go into say next though, would haunt her for all time,

“IF you had just listened to me, that wouldn’t have happened!  Why can’t you just accept that I know what’s best!?”

His tone was no longer his own, but rather one frustrated with her.  He was growing increasingly aggravated, when she told him to just stop and think for a moment it was in that she offended him.  Something broke inside of him, something that he used to hold back his own pain, for Maeyomi’s sake on their travels no doubt until now.  For some time, he'd had no plan for the two of them, wanting more to distract her from their situation in taking her away from Osrona. (though, as the occult influence corrupted this part of Yvven's mind, connections once cherished are null to him) But, in that moment he felt held back by this, and in-giving into the corruption that empowered him there briefly he unlocked a part of himself he’d learned to forget.  An anger, a frustration, and sheer rage harbored by the inability to decide and change anything in his life.  He had been only good to Maeyomi, and now in the face of such an opportunity she would turn away?!  Just like his parents had abandoned him, so too would his younger sister.

Enraged, he swung at her direction, sending off more bolts.  The next few hours are a blur to her, but she wakes to remember only crying over him.  She’d avoided his dark energies, but at the cost of draining him with each missed shot as the two contested one another.  She only ran from him, but after using some great deal of this unknown energy, he’d simply fall to a knee before over then on his side.  She can remember him coughing, until losing his breath, and in those moments while she tried to save his life his soul was lost entirely.  He’d burned through so much energy, in his berserk rage, he’d rushed all angers and furies of his life into a single moment.  But, as all things lacking in moderation, it was too much for the boy.  His final moments were spent in agony, as he felt his soul blacken and his life fading.  Mae sat there, and for hours she wept telling him how much she loved him, how bad she wished she could have been the one to have killed that man.  How she wished she’d been corrupted instead of Yvven.  She cried more in that moment, than most had in their lives.  She’d never been anywhere without her brother before, and in a dark forest surrounded by the corruption that had taken her brother she heard only whispers of dark influences she’d not see.  Before the whispers became unbearable, she heard her brother in a distorted tone call her back beckoning toward the lake as if whispering constantly over her shoulder, running as fast as she could.  She left that forest, and ‘unless forced to' doesn't intend on treading such cursed terrain again.  About a year later, she’d come to read a great many things, and in her collected notes had amassed something of a small library at her side strapped to a leather-back bind.  While coming to understand and accept the events that unfolded in the forest because of the corruption, she wasn’t ready now to deal with this.  This would be something she worked out over the course of her life, as to look past it she finds the tales of dragons a far greater head-space.  She reads tales of these Wyverns and serpents so colossal and majestic that-

If only briefly, she thought not of her faded experiences, and with a break from her traumas clouded by new motivations happened upon Albastre in her travels.  Seeking power at the aid of their magical academy, only to find upon her arrival no such academy was still kept up.  It’d stopped receiving students and lessons some time before her arrival, and as she asked around for someone to help her find a proper mentor to teach her magic, a woman named “Estra” would speak of her own mentor.  He’d taught her energy magic, and if she’d like to see him, she was welcomed then to follow.  Leading the girl then to Myllenorris, where she happened upon a Revan Orn Task.  Between a brief encounter, and a few lucky words, the girl seemed to charm the two in one way or another as she’d make a pupil for him soon thereafter.  In her time training in Myllenorris, she learned to be proficient in potent Energy and Nature magics.

Her master, in ambitions of his own, drew toward Theria, with a past best not worth looking back to and a new mountain to climb; she decided her time was best spent moving toward something. (rather than stopping always to look back) He was quite quick to gain attention, as Revan became Patriarch he’d be taken up far more often then.  Now more or less, again feeling alone as her master and friend had since all now become quite busy, she’d hear of a trial the Drakanite here went through.  Where they climbed the mountain, and found a great dragon who gave them even greater power.  She liked Dragons, and maybe if she had this power, her new friends would have more time for her.

Feeling alone, one night, without letting anyone know; she left to find that power and the dragon who wielded it.  In her mind, she thought the worst, expecting only what her brother'd found in one manner or another.  But, maybe that’s what she wanted?  To get that power, for selfish reasons.  Though, really it was just wanting to know what it was like for him, just chasing a lost memory. (while alone she spiraled into a dark mindset, where only cryptic and irrational thought developed) Whatever her motivations, as she climbed the mountain with a dazed face and yet again broken will she looked to keep moving, as shed now dedicated to.  She needed yet another distraction from the weight of her guilt and grievances.  It wasn’t until, as if in the books she’d read, she came across two hatchlings.  Amid a damned blizzard, they seemed unfazed.  They looked an awful deal alike, they were twins!  The color of their scales makes for the only real difference from either of them.  They looked invincible together, and it gave new life to a part of her that died with Yvven that day.

By the next dawn, the girl had a strange new energy, she’d open a vendor selling off miscellaneous odds-and-ends to raise funds for a small project of hers.  She took to exceeding her own previously thought limits with this newfound motivation!  She worked relentlessly, breaking only to adopt a whole new appreciation for the people among her as they aided her from time to time in her efforts.  She’d read on the Fire Blooded and their tenants, as well as any material she found on dragons. (in short time, she’d made a small book of these notes in-regards of their faith and culture, adopting them soon after at the guidance of newfound friends and family) One day, her stall was gone, as Mae had taken instead to having a small monastery built where she’d first found the two little lords.  Living up there, with them whilst tending them, she’s also found some many other people interested in the hatch-lings.  A bit stumped as to her own motivations, she still sometimes struggles to explain them for those who query her on this, but she relishes in the opportunity all the same.  As of this, she came to Theria and established the monastery within a year of her 10th birthday. (with permission to continue, at The Patriarch's blessing) To wash worry and doubt from her mind, she’s spent the last 5-6 years of her life serving as the monastery’s founder.  Here, she’s held to a tight routine.  She’s trained her body, prayed on the tenants, and tended this place and pilgrims of the Fireblooded who seek it out.  To most she answers her motivations, explaining only that she seeks a strength beyond physical, rather a spiritual-enlightenment.  She gives herself primarily to this place and her worship here, that being said, coming to find what free time she has spent among those wonderful connections she’s decided to stay for now in Theria. (always on the mountain and close to the monastery)

Through all she’s done, and seen at such a young age, she finds peace now in her simple spot high on the mountain.  She’s found a whole new way to live here, and with this time she’s decided here soon to expand upon this.

As she grows and continues to invest more of herself into this cause, her faith grows stronger, people have now since offered their aid to her in more ways than one.  Rumors say here soon she hopes to start a guild committed to serving the hatch-lings and all of those Draconic in-origin that inhabit the great mountain of Garljing.

The task of maintaining the monastery has since been a goal of only her own doing for some time, but with so much help being offered it seems now almost cruel to not allow it.  The means of which she hopes to offer by establishing a staff responsible for the upkeep of the monastery.  Pertaining more to a civic duty to dragons as guardians of Eternia in reference to religious significance; Fireblooded, Pyrelight, and Therians and Drakanite committed to protecting the two hatch-lings are extended this invitation if they so choose.

Despite the darkest things to come to her, with new fire, comes new passion and light.  -And here since, the Fireblooded and their Tenants have reignited something within her.  Her new faith has been a tool necessary toward overcoming parts of her past she’d had otherwise simply suppressed.  With a clear mind and conscious, her ambitions aim now toward learning Fireblooded techniques used in blessing devoted members of her faith, so that she may bestow great power in those that can see it in Ryujin's light.

In the weeks to follow, an expansion on the monastery’s ‘humble beginnings’ is expected and since nearly funded.