Name: Christian Bloodwing
Age: 170 but to dragons that is like being 17
Race: dragon
Bio: dragons have been fighting with the faries for the sacred land for a long time. THey can feel the difference between it and regular land. THey wish to explore and that is what htey have been training there young dragons for. Christian has been trained to fight and explore the land. This is what he is waiting to do and have been. He hopes that his fellow dragons get this land since he doesn't believe that the faries deserve it.
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Name: Odette Silvermist
Age: 200 (or 20 in faerie years)
Race: Faerie
Bio: Odette belongs to the kingdom of Faylinn, woodlands build my faeries and magic from the ground up. She is apart of the noble Silvermist household, a house with a long generation in the army with special magic abilities in ice/snow. Usually, men are the only ones trained, but she is an only child with no brothers. Her skill in frost is exceptional, and she quickly rose in the Faylinn army ranks. Her mission is to scout out the sacred groove and find a way to secure it from the enemy dragons. Odette is 7 inches tall.

Christian moved quickly as he made his way towards the sacred land. He had been sent by the elders to collect some more information and to kill any fearies that he saw. Just the thought of fearies made his blood boil. They were the reason that when he was just a hatchling he had no one. THey killed everyone in his family and they had done nothing. They had infact been trying to find ways to find peace. But not anymore, they were gone and they left a bitter dragon who hated those who killed them.

As he got closer he smiled. The edge of the land was marked by bleach white trees that seemed to glow slightly. They seemed to form a line and that was the begingin of the new land. Just looking at it made him curious as to what was in it and he quickly shot over and crossed over. As he traveled further into the land he turned into his human form so that he could move around easier. He didn't want to leave any indication that he had been there just incase a fearie was here.

Odette was finishing up research in the ancient grove, trying to find translations on an ancient obliesk. She sighed and turned... "Well, there's nothing here that the king could possibly want." She fluttered about the space, curious as to why there were no dragons there protecting it. "Hm," she thought "perhaps the faeries can make a stronghold here and keep the dragons out on our own... perhaps we don't need an ancient secret. Though I doubt there's any hidden in these lands. Its just a pile of ruins."

She tried not to think badly of the place, for she knew it held a holy aura for her people. But Odette was never the religious type. She was just there to do her mission. As she was about to fly behind the trees, she heard a sound coming from the opposite end- the dragon side! At first she thought it was nothing.

She heard it again. A rustling noise.

Odette was never one to run from a battle, and she prepped her hands with a simple ice bolt. "That wasn't a woodland creature" she whispered. Faeries couldn't fly as high as dragons could, so taking to the sky was a suicide attempt. Instead she lowered herself to the ground and waited.

"Show yourself!" She shouted, and hurled the icebolt. Whatever it was, the frost attack missed it narrowly. "Dragon..." she said.

Christian sighed as he walked around and headed in deeper but hten heard something. It was the sound of a very tinny voice and a growl came to him. Slowly he lowered himself to the ground and moved closer to whoever it was. As he got closer he could smell it, it was a faerie. Slowly he moved closer to her to her and then quickly jumped out of the way when a bolt came out of no where. He barely got out of the way but wmirked when he heard her. Slowly he let himself go back into his dragon form and he came out and growled, "fine, but it will be your funeral." he growled as he stared at her.

She was a small little thing but he coudl easily defeat her. His eyes were ten times better then anyother animal and could easily small little creatures like her when he was flying. Yet as he looked at her he realized she was kind of nice looking. But that never met that she was nice, it usually ment they were evil. So he growled and fire burned at his lips. Shoting some at her but missed barely.

As he looked at her he didn't realized how the white trees seemed to act. They seemed to groan in dissappointment as the wind blew and shake slightly each time they gave each other a dirty look.