Sharai

The Watcher of the Winding Paths they call Sharai now, a name earned in failure. They came to The Dragon Wastelands as a trainee guardian, assigned to a single, vital charge: a mapmaker charting the skeletal remains. Sharai’s shielding wings were meant to be an impenetrable defense, but they could not block the magical fog that birthed ghost dragons from the rain. Overwhelmed, they fell. When they awoke, the mapmaker was gone, and the silence was a heavier blow than any phantom claw. That loss was meant to be the end. Instead, it became a beginning. Sharai never left. They walk the treacherous valleys not as a guard for hire, but as a guide for the lost, their wings a steadfast marker in the disorienting mist. The charge they lost is replaced by every traveler they lead to safety.