ZIVA AŽBE, THE CHARIOT (dropped)

biography

What you know as magic, Siaolomns know as dragon light. These dragon lights aren't your usual fire breathing dragons that lives in caves and flies, no. Siaolomn's dragons are extraordinary white birds, large and graceful, that possess rare and wonderful healing abilities. It's been passed down through traditions and stories that the first Siaolomn was saved by a dragon, and because the dragon did not want the Siaolomn to be hurt again, it taught the man healing abilities called dragon light.

The man taught his children his abilities, and then his childrens' children taught the next generation. Even now, Siaolomns pass down their teachings and worships the dragons still, holding offerings and countless festivals to them each month.

Siaolomns resemble humans but their eyes are always a bright violet color and their skin dark. They live in the desert so they are used to extreme heat. Being athletic isn't a choice either. You either outrun the animals, or they outrun you. Siaolomns tend to stick together and never wander away from their tribes, only to hunt and gather necessities. At night, when it's the most cold, the adults travel in packs to hunt for tomorrow's food supply. The women stay in the village and protect the others. Children, especially boys, are often forced to enter packs and hunt with their fathers, learning at a young age what it meant to survive. Because the Siaolomns live in such harsh conditions, not many are alive today.

Ziva's father was the head chief of their tribe, and her mother was the dragon maiden. Dragon maidens were the tribe's expert healer and once her mother stepped down, Ziva would become the next maiden.

Throughout her entire life, Ziva had often heard her father wishing for a son, but if his wife had any more children, her life would end. This left Ziva as their only child. Her father still loved her, though, and made her attend many hunting trips. She learned how to hunt with a spear and a dagger, but prefered the spear since she was so short and her reach was not long. During the day time, her mother would teach her dragon light. Ziva worked hard for them both, wanting to be the son her father would never have, and wanting to be the daughter her mother would only know. The other villagers praised her often and the kids looked up to her but in truth, she was empty inside and lonely. On days she wanted to play, she couldn't. She had to learn dragon light and how to fight. She was only a child but tried to be an adult.

Things went horribly wrong one night. The dragons' pale, bright bodies suddenly turned black as the night and their eyes grew an ice cold blue. Before anyone knew what was happening, their village was attacked. Families killed, flames everywhere.

Ziva's father protected her from the incoming doom. He forced her to take one of their carrier dogs and ride him, just ride, anywhere but here, to safety. Ziva followed her father's orders and never looked back. She already knows, in her heart that her parents are dead, and her people and village are long gone.

But why had the dragons attacked her people? What could they have done? Their eyes, so cruel and different, did not resemble their kind dragons at all. Ziva made it her mission to find out the cause and someday, return to her village.

Ziva is exactly five feet and weighs one-hundred pounds. She wears light clothing since she lived in the desert. She's a very friendly person and likes to explore but she also tries to be more mature than she really is, which leads to a lot of awkward conversations. But she's a good kid at heart and only wants to be reunited with her family. She doesn't know how to swim and hates fire. She has a little bird whistle that she fiddles with when she's nervous or scared. Ziva's never seen much plants and nature in her lifetime.

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