Coming from a long line of proud and independent people,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimgur.com%2FKSgN4ei&amp;hash=f539556954f43e8eb46528bd814f7194" href="https://imgur.com/KSgN4ei" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Eva</a>had been no different growing up. She took to her roles with ease and profound understanding for one so small; easily taking up the mantle as one of the tribes healing apprentices'. It was when she started talking to long-dead relatives and spirits unseen by the naked eye that her people really understood the types of talents she possessed. Her communication with the spirit world allowed her to move onto more advanced forms of healing that often collided with the practice of voodoo. Using simple spells and incantations, she was able to heal the hearts of her people and ease their suffering. But in a time where mankind was far from the preferred paragon it once was, the suffering of her people would be never ending.<br/><br/>The relative peace her tribe had sustained for most of her young adult life was brought to an abrupt halt with just a simple shake of the ground beneath their feet. While she managed to cement a place in society as a respected individual with her superb abilities and steadfast determination, nothing prepared her for the devastation that threatened to engulf their tiny tribe following such a simple earthquake. On their portion of the island, her people lived under the shadow of a majestic mountain that often disappeared into the clouds, even on clear days. This mountain was rumored to be home to thousands of dragons; creatures understood to be fiercely loyal and heavily sought after by many. But one day, following a rather minuscule tremor, the mountain itself had begun to shake. The skies filled with dark clouds, the air choked with ash. At first, the people thought the Gods were angry at them, but even as they prayed to their deities, the situation continued to grow more severe. From deep inside the thick cloud cover, rumbling was heard not unlike that of a dragon's roar, followed by a fire so thick and hot that vegetation withered and burned away just being near. The magma poured from the mountains and somehow the people knew it was the dragons whom caused this disaster.<br/><br/>As many scrambled to seek shelter elsewhere, the magma slowly made its way down the mountain towards the tiny village. Just as every time before, Eva's people began looking to her for answers. Answers she didn't have. A problem of this magnitude wasn't going to disappear after simply asking a few long dead aunts and uncles for their blessing. Something far more extreme needed to be done. In a last ditch attempt to save her village, the young girl entered a meditative state and journeyed to the spirit world in an attempt to find a being--anyone--able to help her people. One voice called out to her and made a deal with her. In exchange for shelter inside her body, the spirit would allow her to borrow its power and ward off the threat. The pact was made and the symbiotic relationship between human and spirit was sealed.<br/><br/>That day was still talked about even years later. Eva managed, with the help of her spirit, to cut a path in the magma, allowing it to flow around her village safely into the sea beside them. The act created thick and sturdy walls around their village, effectively blocking them out of the rest of the world, but also providing them strong and sturdy walls with which to protect themselves with. Their fight was with the dragons now. Still under the impression that those overgrown lizards were the cause of such devastation, Eva's people swore to eliminate any and all dragons from the world to keep it safe. Her role quickly grew to encompass this mission and with the help of her spirit, she sought out every dragon that ever had the misfortune of flying across their territory.<br/><br/>So when she was out one day, walking the bordering wall of her tribe's village, and her eye caught the silver glint zoom by her area, she wasted no time. The hardened magma wall was tall enough that she didn't need any external boost; simply the proper timing and angle. She managed the angle just fine, but her timing appeared off as she dropped, not on the dragon, but on the rider themselves. Her body crashed hard into the unforgiving metal plating of the rider, but her grip was resilient and she managed to hold onto rider rather than plummeting to her death. The addition of a second person to the saddle immediately threw off the precious balance the rider had with their dragon and the tree of them went plummeting into the thick canopy below. The dragon unfortunately took the brunt of the fall, becoming damaged on the way down and knocking both rider and Eva from her saddle. The petite islander tried scrambling for one of the branches falling past her face, but managed to only break them on the way down until the ground gave way to her body, her form bouncing a few times before rolling to a stop under an impressive willow tree.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="673" data-username="@Corrupted Quartz" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/673/">@Corrupted Quartz</a>