~^*Story Line*^~
One early spring morning,in the world of Trunue, an expecting mother dragon named Crystella, gave birth to a stunning clutch of eggs. This clutch was comprised of three startliningly bright eggs, each with their own distinct pattern.
Now Crystella was a special dragon as well. She was a very close friend of the Magic Nymphs. She had fought to protect their home once many summers ago when she was just a spunky, orphaned hatchling.The Nymphs however, are very strong magical creatures and didn't need protecting. But that didn't stop Crystella from fighting. She had shown so much courage to protect the Nymphs that day even though she had never spoken to them before, that they made her an honourary member of their cult. They raised her as one of their own and taught her to preomform modified magic to suit a dragon. She grew into a beautiful, powerful, brave dragon.
So when it came time for Crystella to lay her eggs, the Nymphs were all there watching over her. After each egg was brought into the world, every one of the Nymphs placed a blessing apon them. One by one, blessing by blessing, the unhatched dragons gained unearthly strength in variouse magics. Each unique, each very potent.
Every one of the baby dragons was strong and healthy. Of the clutch, two were girls and one boy. There is also a certain qualtiy about dragon clutches that is unique to anyother race on Trunue. Each clutch has one Leader hatchling. This Leader is naturaly a bit stronger, faster, and more intellegent than the others. The grow into the position of Leader. The Leader keeps the clutch together and leads them as a coloney. However, in this clutch, there were two Leaders. One mlae, one female. Both of which were the spitting image of Crystella. Deep, royal purple with flecks of gold scattered throughout their armoured scales. These Leaders, are Oria and Flech.
The clutch lived with their mother and the Nymphs for the next two years where they spent time training in their variouse magical abilities and general survival skills. Life was sweet, until they came. The same things that had attacked the Nymphs when Crystella was just a hatchling sepertated and orphaned from her coloney. The same things that had, in fact, made her an orphan. Jresers. Huge bat like creatures with fearsome red eyes and serated talons. They had the same face as flying fox bats, and the attitude of starved sphixes. Long, pointed insizors potrude from thier always bloody jaws, and scabs cover the tips of their coarse, leathery wings from where a long stick of hardened bone jutts out from the skin. The reek of death hangs around them as they make their hunting flights in the night hours. They are merciless killers that thrive on the anguish of other creatures. And they had a score to settle with the Nymphs and Crystella.
So one night, they decide to find her.