Ember was rudely shaken from her book by the sounds of chaos outside her high bedroom window. She peeked her head out the high window to see people of all kinds running in every direction. This could only mean one thing, she though to herself. The thieves had come again. She quickly pulled her black and gold robes over her shoulders and jammed her sword into its sheath. She ran down the thin wooden staircase, into the main room of the shop.

 "Auntie!" she called. "Auntie Myrtle!"

Ember loved her Auntie with her whole heart. When her parents left her as a small child tiefling, no one else would take her in, but Auntie Myrtle took her despite the attempts from her friends to tell her to leave the child. Auntie Myrtle had raised her up as her own. Ember could never imagine leaving her Auntie to be afraid of theft in a small shop without defense.

 "Auntie, I'm going to try to stop them. You know I have my magic," she said as the old woman tried to protest, "and if things get too bad out there I'll come back here for you! I can't leave you to be defenseless!"

 Auntie Myrtle saw that she was set on it. Grimly she nodded.

 "Only if you take Ceaser!"

Ember ran out the door, tail swinging behind her. The little bell tinkled as she flew out into the streets. As she weaved through the frantic mass of bodies, she grasped a small silver whistle around her neck, raised it to her lips and blew loudly. At the sound of the piercing noise, wings arose from the tall roof of the shop, glinting wings stretching towards the clouds. The silver dragon launched himself off the roof.

 He was still young, not too much bigger than Ember herself. She had rescued him from a merchant who sold live animals for people to kill in fighting arenas, for rituals or for skinning. She stole his cage off the back of the mans cart and ran him home to raise. She called him Ceaser, knowing he'd become a mighty and regal king.

 Ember stretched her hand and Ceaser swooped by and lifted her off the ground to sail dramatically over the crowd. Ember hit the ground just outside the city gate and turned just in time to see a regal dark haired elf and a short green eyed gnome, who were wielding a staff and a guitar stop next to her. They regarded each other with some question and curiosity in their expressions.

 "Who..." started the gnome.

"Ember" she stated. "Ember Zealous."