I have wanted to tackle this topic for some time now, but it really requires so much back story that I’ve found it immensely off putting. But, these things don’t write themselves, so I am going to make a serious attempt, while trying to go light on the back story, because of time and my attention span.
So, I am the rebirth of a dragon-child who lived a long time ago in another realm. Almost all of my dragon Clan was annihilated after a sordid chain of events that I’m not even going to touch here. Later, I was murdered by a jealous relative from the Other side of my Family. This is important for you to know because those are the reasons why I am who I am, and where I am, in this realm and time period.
The other things you should know are that the realm my Clan is from is one with a long history which includes multiple species that evolved from a common ancestor, two of which were and are the dominant two species in the realm. These two related dragon species claimed about half of the realm’s land and resources each. Let’s call them Species A, and Species B.
Species A are bipeds. They have a fairly humanoid shape and developed advanced technology in their realm, including the manipulation of DNA. Species B are what one would commonly think of when pondering dragons– large, serpentine, intelligent. The cultures of these two species could not have been farther removed. Species A were conquerors. Species B preferred a wild existence. Wherever they met, they clashed.
Eventually, Species A gained the technological edge in these skirmishes, and went on to enslave great numbers of Species B, using them as beasts of burden, or as weapons.
During their enslavement, some members of Species B were experimented upon, genetically, having many physical traits of Species A impressed upon them to make their servitude less cumbersome within the architectural structures of their oppressors. Very few were altered, and bred for this purpose.
After some generations of this “house-slavery”, a revolution was sparked by a dragon named *Swvhrnn (pronounced Soo-ver-EEn), who was an unaltered slave. Inspired by the spirit who would become the Patroness of my Clan and chief Goddess of the realm, the White Dove, Swvhrnn convinced a prominent “house-slave”, whose name is lost to history, to lead the other “house-slaves” in revolt, joining their brethren in the taking of the capitol city. The leaders of Species A were murdered by the “house-slaves”, and at the instruction of the White Dove, the first Clans were formed.
The “house-slaves”, and many of the original non-altered revolutionaries became the first dragons of my Clan. During the reformation, in order to prevent the total destruction of Species A’s culture, and thus a prolonged conflict, the White Dove decreed that the cleanest way to subjugate the remaining dissidents of Species A, was to install one Clan to rule over all the Clans of both Species. As I’m sure you’ve guessed, the White Dove chose my Clan, and we’ve ruled the realm ever since, saving for the time period after our annihilation and before my rebirth.
And there’s the back story. What I do for the Clan now is preserve the cultures of both Species A and B, as taught to me by the Ancestors, and by their living descendants. I learn the history by listening and recording it by hand for future generations. I also preside over the rituals for the White Dove, embodying Her when necessary. In this realm, She has a manifestation who answers to the name Columbia (Columba – the White Dove), Goddess of Freedom– and so, I am called Columbine.
Because of my ancestral history, dragon and human, I can not abide slavery. Neither can the White Dove/Columbia. In every realm I visit, I spread Her ideals of civil liberty whenever I am afforded the opportunity. Even in our own realm my people are not forced to swear fealty, but the Clans have come and done so of their own volition. They desire to be united under the auspices of the White Dove, the Great Liberator.
In addition to those things already mentioned, my other chief concern is securing a living for my people. That means brokering treaties and trade agreements between Clans, and between our realm and Other realms. It means being a strong force politically, and remaining useful to my Father, Zeus, to whom I have sworn fealty.
Our Clan also had an important job to do concerning the wellbeing of Olympos, and eventually we will resume those duties. But as of now, our focus must be on regaining strength, so that we may perform our duties properly, when the time comes.
Now, I realize that I haven’t been too terribly specific regarding my duties, but as I’m sure you can imagine, much of it involves private Clan secrets that I am not at liberty to divulge. That I was given permission to share this much is extraordinary.
I also don’t know if other dragon Clans, from different realms, are in any way similar to my own, but frankly, that is irrelevant. Nothing about me, what I do, what I was made for, or my Family, is very similar to anyone else’s experience. And that is just fine.
*I realize that this spelling makes absolutely no sense using English letters, but the Storykeeper was very insistent on this spelling in English. It is not my place to correct the Storykeeper. I am sure he has his reasons.