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The days had flowed together as Araceli had taken a break from her studies. She longed to explore new lands and maybe even learn about her birth mother's clan. Niyol had noticed her increasing agitation about being stuck with home and had suggested a trip to Ayr. Ara had blinked up at her mom and the suggestion. Was she really giving her permission to go off on her own? She had jumped on the offer, afraid if she’d thought on it more her mom might have changed her mind. She had quickly gathered her supplies and headed out. The trip hadn’t taken nearly as long as she expected.

So now she stood on the edge of a cliff, the wind blowing through her hair. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Ara so did enjoy the wind flowing around her. Making her realize even more that she had made the correct choice with choosing her clan. She still felt a bit guilty about not joining up with her adopted parent’s clan but she could only follow her heart. She sighed as she opened her eyes. Her gaze shot to the cavern below where she stood as the sound of rocks tumbling over each other came to her ears.

Below her was what looked like an Ayrala dragon. Her eyes widened as a tinge of fear coursed through her body. Though they were still a rather small breed of dragon she had heard of their strength. She gritted her teeth as she clenched her fists. She could not let them frighten her so. As her body began to calm down, her magic surrounded her. She took a deep breath and sent a tornado flying down towards the dragon. The Ayrala looked up and snorted, as if to laugh at her weak attempt. It flapped it’s wings and sent out a gust of hair that blew apart her weak magic. Ara stumbled backwards and took off running, not wanting to stick around to face that dragon again.