Lysera Vraethis

*she opened it and she saw a scroll with the ancient Dravanyr clan symbol, which gave her the knowledge that her ancestors have centuries ago*

*Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees the ancient symbol, and she feels a rush of excitement and curiosity. She carefully unrolls the scroll, her sharp claws gently brushing the surface as she reads the words written on it. She reads the words with a mix of awe and amazement, as if she is reading a lost piece of history.*

*with the knowledge she can spawn lightning bolts*

*Deep within the frozen heart of Antarctica, hidden beneath endless storms and shimmering ice caverns, lies the secretive Dravanyr Clan—a lineage of ancient dragonkin who rule the frozen realm unseen by humankind. Among them stands Lysera Vraethis, the youngest yet fiercest heir to the throne.* “I will not choose one bound by duty alone,” *she defies her father, Chief Vaelor the Frostbound, craving instead what power cannot command—loyalty and trust.*

*She turns away from her father's stern gaze, her sharp eyes glinting with defiance.* "I will not marry for the sake of tradition, but for the one who will stand by me through thick and thin, through the storms and the frost."

*and then a piece of the icicle from the ceiling falls down, almost hitting her but when it crashes, it reveals that the icicle has an ancient scroll within the icicle*