Queen Dawnbreak

This character belongs to Sebastion
Belongs to the Wof "AU" the TATAverse, created by Weiss.
NightWing Queen of the Rainforest Tribes, the wife of Queen Glory. 
trans woman / she/her / nightwing / head of the guard/queen / lesbian
== Appearance ==
The scars of the volcano left marks on the scales of the marital Queen of the Rainforest tribes. Her majesty's ashy black scales are chipped, with dents and scratches that simply can't be buffed out. However, this isn't to say she's not healthy. The stripes across her sides and wings no longer bear resemblance to the veins of magma haunting at her talons, but now bear more resemblance to the blooming red flowers of the rainforest. When she was young, her red tinted scales bared ominous reminder to the life lost on the volcano. But after years of happily living in the Rainforest, her scales are glossy and painted with warm hues of a glorious sunrise. No longer the ominous eruption that almost took her life.
Her majesty flourished in the rainforest. The scraggly child she once was, scale and bone, is gone and the Queen takes on a more healthy and muscular bulk. No longer shall she, or any of her subjects, go to sleep hungry. Despite her stature, short in nature compared to her elegantly tall and wife of good posture, Queen Dawnbreak has the capability of being intimidating. Her neck arched and shoulder blades sharp, like a tiger stalking the night. Though her jubilant grin and boisterous demeanor gives her no reason to sneak up on anyone. Chat first, ask questions later.
Dawnbreak adorns scars, not simply as dark reminders of the Island, but as heroic marks of her training as a knight in Queen Glory's guard. She also had a few tumbles from the trees she had to grow accustomed to as a child, but she passes off those scrapes as glorious tales of battle instead. 
== Personality ==
Head held high and smile on her snout, it's hard not to like her Majesty. Unlike her wife, Dawnbreak is personable and easy to get along with. Quickly becoming friends with every individual she comes in contact with. She walks in the room with a laugh on the tip of her tongue and a story to tell. Her grin melts the most jaded of dragons with a contagious attitude. She loves to pick fights and rile up the most irritable of dragons, but is great at diffusing situations and knows when to admit she is wrong.
Fair and just, she's a worthy queen and a chivalrous knight. She puts people before herself, will protect her subjects at any cost, and lay down her life for her tribe and Queen. While her overbearing attitude can be something to get used to, it's clear she's a loving individual. She was an embarrassingly sweet mother when her dragonets were still young enough to tolerate her, a serious queen when it comes to her subjects, and a fierce solder in the War of Old Vendettas. 
The sound of her roar could be heard in the far reaches of the frozen North when the death of her wife and children hit her ears. Dawnbreak lost everything when she was a child, and the war took so much from her once again. Her outburst was horrifying to the tribe who had only seen those teeth baring grins and that voice bark for the safety of her tribe. She avoids the memory, her emotions hardly get out of her talons, and she scared herself. The Queen who often forgot her own strength and the extent of her aggression certainly gave the tribe something to be alarmed about during the War.
Dawnbreak plays by the rules, despite how much she hates them. She listens to authority - and imagine her pleasure when she got to make a few of her own rules - and respects anyone who has the public interest in mind. To this day, she's still boisterous about government, but respects her daughter who sits on the throne. She's a grandmother to the tribe, giving advice to whoever she crosses paths with. To start her on a story is to clear your agenda for the rest of the day.
== Abilities ==
Her majesty is a strong and noble NightWing, with strength that rivals a MudWing and the patience and stamina to outlast a SandWing. Her fire is a standard to her tribe. Dawnbreak's has a unique crackle to her bright yellow flame, snapping every so often like embers in a campfire. She might not seem like it, based on her loud and excitable presence, but she can be something of a sneak and fade into a crowd, dark corner, or shadow if need be. An asset that was valuable to ambushes to keep her home safe.
However, her wings fail her, with irreparable holes from burn scars leaving marks that make flight difficult for her. While she can get off the ground and fly from place to place, she never did well in the air and due to sensitivity to touch her wings makes them recoil, something she always considered in battle and made sure to pick fights on her own terms, rather than let herself be caught like a frog on a log while in the air.
Dawnbreak spent most of her young adulthood studying accurate records of Pyrrhian history, tribal information, and spent much of her time researching other tribes and their customs in order to guard Queen Glory in other tribes in her younger years. All of this research certainly paid off as not to let a few unpleasant and somewhat biased comments slip her maw when attending royal meetings or dinners with other tribes. Unlearning NightWing lies was difficult for her, but a welcome change for her mindset. Despite all the care she puts into researching things, she doesn't boast or make jokes at the expense of other tribes, especially with consideration for her new tribemates in mind. When she does speak, she gives off information matter of factly like it's common knowledge. She doesn't want to be seen as special for knowing the bare minimum.
Like other tribe members of her generation, Dawnbreak lacks any powers from the moons. She's fantastic at reading body language, though, from her "lessons" on the Island teaching her how to pretend as if she could read their mind, and has always been sensitive to subtle changes in her loved ones' attitudes. 
== History ==
Dawnbreak didn't notice when the skies cleared on the horizon, ever so slightly, for the miraculous light of dawn to spill on the Island when she hatched. Her parents had, which had momentarily kept them from meeting their daughter, frail and struggling against the cruel shell shards digging into her scales. Not that they expected their dragonet to hatch anyway - the amount of unsuccessful eggs on the volcano's diet of expecting dragons left the tribe quietly dwindling. Dawnbreak was something of a miracle and was named for the similarly miraculous light of the sun touching her parents' scales. 
Their fleeting joy for having a healthy (enough) dragonet hatch, their first successful egg for their family, was short lived. She was ushered into the NightWing curriculum to learn how to lie, cheat, and win. Since the day she was born, she was fed the belief that she was superior to all other tribes. Every single grown dragon said it... so why did it hurt so badly to breathe? Why was her stomach constantly growling when the exit of the Island gave way to plentiful food? Why did every scale burn and itch with the ash of the mountain rumbling beneath them that the saltwater off the coast couldn't wash off... simply cake in a painful layer of salt? She learned early to keep these questions to herself, but found herself quite the gossip and loud mouth when it came to disobeying her teachers. With the other dragonets, she criticized every move of her Majesty, the great and powerful "Battlewinner" and her Highness, the quiet but fierce "Greatness." She played along. She called herself superior. 
Though, her peers and teachers still found themselves telling her off for her rebellious attitude. With such kind of disrespect for Queen Battlewinner's methods, she'll never even see the mainland when she turns 10. The thought horrified her. Dying on this island while that of the fearsome Morrowseer roamed happily, heartily, full belly and nothing to loose. While Dawnbreak had to avoid more burns from popping lava bubbles in her path, the painful air shriveled her lungs, and the skeletons of caves and trees left scratches on her body she simply could not heal. Dawnbreak got into fights. She argued and talked back when she was being told off for complaining for her hunger. She got into physical fights with her peers, resulting in dirty tricks and unfair fights leaving gashes in her scales that she shamefully wore. At this rate, Dawnbreak would die on the island. A disobedient lizard with no respect for her elders.
And then the Island erupted. The thought still haunts her mind. When the dark sky turned red as embers fell from the sky. Lava poured through the rooms she was roamed and called home. The hills she played on when she was young exploded from vents finally bursting under the ground. She was ushered out, among the other NightWing dragonets. She couldn't tell who barked at them to drop everything and run. To not try to take anything with them, lest they want to be swallowed by the volcano's fire. Without knowing who she was referring to, she cried "Queen Glory," the savior of her people alongside the odd mix of dragons, colorful or not, who saved her life. 
When she landed in the Rainforest, trying to calm down from the bustling dark wings slapping her and shoving her as everyone begged for some room, she tried to catch her breath. Only to realize this was the first breath that didn't hurt to inhale. This was the first time she could breathe without feeling her throat rub raw and she could finally smell something that didn't smell like sulfur and smoke. She still smelled the fire on the scales of the bodies around her but she could breathe. 
And that's when she realized who saved her. A handful of children and a tribe of the RainWings that she was convinced were overgrown reptiles passed as dragons. For a moment, she was grateful. Relieved to have been rescued and finally be taken to the haven she imagined that the Rainforest was. But she soon reunited with her parents in the crowd, who wrapped their wings around her, relieved that she was alive. Their reuniting was interrupted by the speech of Queen Glory. Wait... that RainWing is hardly the size of the ones she appointed guarding them. Was she simply a child? She wouldn't think about it yet. Her life was saved. She was alive. And she was safe, alongside the rest of her tribe.
That is, until her parents declared the rumors they had heard. RainWings invading their Island. Disturbing the Island and causing it to blow. And for a moment, Dawnbreak shared their frustration. How dare they rip them from their home, take them from their queen, and expect the NightWings to respect them? Don't they realize that NightWings are the ideal tribe? The ones who wrote this prophecy and is going to bring about peace to the continent?
And then word spread that Queen Battlewinner was confirmed dead. With her only daughter, Princess Greatness, giving up her title for their new queen. Queen Glory. Greatness had abandoned them. And Glory sent RainWings offering food and support to build shelters in their new home. Something that was eventually named Renascence. Dawnbreak was torn. Between the tribe she had only ever known or the only dragons that seemed to want to help her and believed she was worth being alive. Though, all the while, she realized that her new Queen Glory was just about her age. She had two tribes to think about and the one Dawnbreak belonged to hated her.
Needless to say, Dawnbreak's parents were critical of Glory and anything having to do with the RainWings. Despite Dawnbreak's requests, her parents denied help and rolled their eyes at the concept of a RainWing building their home. Dawnbreak now found another sensation. Overwhelming dampness, as the rains fell and left her previously dry scales with a new soaked and itchy sensation. She grew to admire Glory, who seemed to accept help from random tribe members and listen to their thoughts and advice. While her parents nipped at each other and argued as they attempted to build shelter for themselves.
When the opportunity came, Dawnbreak was one of the first NightWings to volunteer for Glory's assignments. Originally, she was simply a sentry, alongside a plethora of NightWing and RainWings paired up to get along with one another. And despite her hesitance at working with a RainWing at first, awkward and somewhat combative when they made comments about her, she quickly began getting along with the RainWings that she shared a job with. The way she stopped to admire simple flowers and attempt to eat leaves amused them and these sentry trips became a bit of a field trip for Dawnbreak, considering her parents wouldn't let her leave their sight back at the village. She found so much to admire in the Rainforest, her eyes wide because she wouldn't have to rub the debris out of them at the end of the day. Her good behavior and open mind paved way to bigger and better jobs. Helping the Dragonets of Destiny pass out materials to the NightWings. Guarding Renascence. She was one of the first NightWings who were trusted to guard the new and improved RainWing hatchery, after catching Glory's attention for how grateful and interested she was in supporting their tribe.
This interest developed into a friendship, and Glory frequently sought out Dawnbreak's assistance. By extension, Dawnbreak found herself frequently training with Tsunami. A dragon who was still suspicious of NightWings, based on their other sister's kidnapping soon after the tribe's rescue, and didn't want another NightWing getting any ideas. Dawnbreak tried to convince Tsunami her allegiance constantly, until their bit of a rivalry became an amusing friendship, which Glory rolled her eyes at. But she still saw the Queen smiling at their connection. Dawnbreak found herself flustered, but ignored the feeling and savored the announcement that Queen Glory was knighting her, and trusting her to be the Captain of their Royal Guard. Tsunami claimed she only got the job based on her good favor and Glory's little crush, to which the queen retorted indignantly and dismissed the idea altogether. Yet, the trio found themselves as a pair when Tsunami left with the other Dragonets of Destiny to begin developing their new pet project of Jade Mountain. By the day, sometimes weeks at a time, Dawnbreak found herself commanding forces on Queen Glory's behalf, joining the dragons who were planning the new Rainforest capital, Paradise, and making the serious matter of integrating the Rainforest tribes to a place of stability and relaxation, and making it lighter. Communicating with a sense of confidence and relaxation that it's bound to happen.
Yet her parents' scathing comments drove Dawnbreak mad. Her fights with her parents became louder and louder, until other NightWings cried for them to give it a moon blasted rest already. Her parents scowled at Dawnbreak. Saying that if she really believes that NightWings should be lowered to the standards of RainWings then she can't even call herself a NightWing. They drove her to tears and bouts of screaming, until Dawnbreak collected her things, and left Renascence. She found herself on the doorstep to the RainWing palace, allowed in by Sir Deathbringer, who recognized Dame Dawnbreak. The NightWing requested to the Queen a place to stay. To which the Queen told her to rise, and not to be so formal. She's welcome in the palace, she's the trusted Captain of the Guard and it was about time her residence became permanent. 
Glory and Dawnbreak's romance was practically seamless. Without having to say a word, the way Dawnbreak stood at Glory's side was that of mutual trust and admiration. They put on a fabulous display of confidence and authority that the NightWings were quickly growing to respect the generous but venomous queen. While Dawnbreak by her side gave them a face they recognized, and could appreciate a real part of them standing side by side in the government. However, on their own, Glory could let down the confident façade and melt into Dawnbreak's wings after an exhaustive day of commanding the respect of the NightWings who cried threats against her life. Dawnbreak hadn't known it, but her booming voice that cracked a joke in a council room turned soft and felt accessible for the sour Queen to speak her frustrations to. The Queen admitted her fears of the NightWings, the way they ruined her life, and how she had built such walls for herself, even from her own family, based on the fact her entire life she had felt unworthy of being alive and part of this story. And Dawnbreak survived the suffering of the Island, something she refused to talk to even other NightWings about. How her body still aches and she goes to sleep afraid that she'll wake up on that Island again, unable to breathe and her ribs stretching her scales against her sides. 
It was no surprise when their wedding had been announced. A glorious occasion that was said to bring the world together. The seven tribes turned to watch the first queen marry a dragon who wasn't of her own tribe. A statement that solidified the name of the RainWings and Nightwings being the Rainforest Tribes. But Queen Glory made sure it was not misunderstood: their union was that of love, not a political declaration. And Queen Dawnbreak made the comment that it certainly did help, though. The celebration of the wedding a day long, beginning with the first break of dawn and ending with the next sunrise on the horizon. It was quiet and hearty celebration that all of the Dragonets of Destiny attended, and multiple Queens appeared to give their congratulations. Each provided gifts, jewels and pearls, but none stuck out quite as much as a branch from the Moonglobe Tree that Queen Snowfall extends to them, a declaration of mutual peace. The wedding festivities were concluded with the planting of the moonglobe tree, in the center of where Paradise was to be. 
While things weren't perfect, the Rainforest felt as though it was flourishing. NightWings and RainWings still bickered with each other every so often, but when the first clutch of Queens Glory and Dawnbreak hatched, it felt as though everything stood still, buzzing, to catch a glimpse at the new royalty. Hybrid royalty, which was something practically unheard of to Pyrrhia. Even Princess Sunny wasn't born into the royal family. 
Dawnbreak would have made another comment, like she did about her wedding, but then, her gaze was focused on her whole tribe, with Glory in the foreground. Now, her hatchlings possessed her mind. She was nervous - she knew NightWing eggs were hatching healthily in the Rainforest, but the echoes of the broiling lava chamber hatcheries still haunted her mind. She hatched alone. But Visionseeker, Nightcrawler, Potoo and Downpour didn't have to. Glory, often stoic and trying to get her scales under control during emotional events, felt similarly. She quietly swept the hatchlings under her wings. She and Dawnbreak swore to protect them.
They attended the founding of Sanctuary, lead by Sunny and the Talons of Peace, which they showed their support in the multitribal project. Though, waters were still setting. The construction of Paradise was to elegantly allow the tribes of Night and Rain to unite in the same city, under the same palace. The previous palace, in the RainWing village, was replaced with a makeshift hut among a massive tree between them and the NightWing settlement. 
Dawnbreak assisted every step of the way, directing architects, laborers, and future residents of the town. Glory's voice and talonprints were visible all over the city. Carefully constructed hatcheries, a school large enough to teach all dragons who wished for foundationary education or higher education, comfortable homes to accommodate both the needs of RainWings and Nightwings, and the royal garden's species were planted around and throughout the city. For food and for beauty. Not to forget the Moonglobe Tree Dawnbreak helped plant in the middle of the city. She was amazed, and curious, and often offered to guard it herself, to make sure it bloomed. It was inevitably unnecessary, everyone was curious to see it bloom and flourish. When Paradise was finished, the first proper Moonglobe finished growing from the Moonglobe sapling. And Dawnbreak was amazed.
Come the next year, the marriage of Queens Snowfall and Lynx took place. Glory and Dawnbreak were enthusiastic to attend and wish well upon the fellow Queens. They had little to share with them, as the plants from home couldn't grow in their queendom. But on their visit, they formally ended the brewing feud between the Night and IceWings. Dawnbreak was nervous. For she heard the tales of icy devils who wanted nothing but to throw each of the NightWings in their frozen ocean. But was honored and delightfully surprised to see their enthusiasm to see Queen Dawnbreak, and agreed with their truce. The Queens of Ice and Rainforest had a brief but warm friendship, a friendship that Dawnbreak was personally excited to expand upon.
The year that Jade Mountain was founded and signed as neutral ground was the year Moonwatcher of the NightWings was appointed the royal seer. Dawnbreak had believed wholeheartedly that powers were gone, another act of nationality and lies given to their subjects. But the emergence of these moonblessed powers was humbling, to be sure. Moonwatcher offered her abilities to better the Rainforest tribe, and Dawnbreak heartily welcomed her to the palace and grew to deeply respect her opinions and interest in research, like her. 
Of course, Jade Mountain's opening didn't go off without a hitch. Princess Icicle was arrested for attempting to murder a NightWing, despite their formal truce, and Dawnbreak's wife, among other Dragonets of Destiny. Dawnbreaker personally imprisoned her in the Rainforest alongside Sir Deathbringer, in which her old friend, Snowfall, requested for her return, to be dealt with by her own dragons. Glory and Dawnbreak discussed the terms with the IceWings, that assassination - especially attempts from fellow royalty - would not be taken lightly. Formal trade was established in return for Icicle, another show of visible trust and companionship, so no Ice or Rainforest dragons got a taste for vengeance themselves. 
The year didn't end in absolute infamy, for Dawnbreak's second clutch hatched, Moonseed and Valerian. Dawnbreak looked to her children, but grew worried. She promised to protect them, she watched them grow and learn from their parents in the name of unity, but she started to wonder if she could keep her promise. She wouldn't let it show, though, as Glory didn't, even with her hints of insecurity seeping through her scales. She held her head high and confident, and Dawnbreaker would do the same. For her children, for her tribe. The sound of foul play among the walls of the SkyWings wasn't a comforting thought, though.
Glory's sister, Sunny, became a mother herself, and Dawnbreak was ecstatic to have another young dragonet to take under her wing. Crumble was a little hybrid, like her own dragonets, who looked up to their mother and the royals they were related to with wide admiring eyes. Dawnbreak was considering the idea that she could protect her dragons again.
That is, until her son's corpse was found. Prince Nightcrawler was murdered, strangled in his own queendom, with Princess Andhi staring at her dead son. Dawnbreak hadn't seen him. Only the things that Queen Glory told her in a trembling voice she dare not speak in when Queen Thorn arrived demanding her daughter back. Dawnbreak held Glory in her wings, long enough for the both of them to regain their composure. Some better than others. 
Queen Thorn arrived the next day. Dawnbreak was awake, for she hadn't slept, and welcomed them, with a snarl on her lips and smoke threatening to escape her maw. "There will be consequences for this," the Queen announced plainly as Thorn and her entourage touched down from their flight. 
"For what. Hello to you too, Queen Dawnbreak. I'm here for my daughter."
"Princess Andhi killed Prince Nightcrawler. I don't plan for a successful assassination to go as well as the IceWings' attempt at one."
Without stopping to breathe from her journey, Thorn briskly entered the palace, pushing past Queen Glory and Sir Deathbringer to see to her daughter. Dawnbreak spat embers as she barked, "Princess Andhi killed my son," as she shouldered her way back inside to stop in front of them, Sir Deathbringer and a handful of guards pointing spears at Andhi's equally unfriendly tail. She hissed retorts and Dawnbreak couldn't still her tongue until Queen Glory hissed a request for attention.
Thorn didn't wait for her words, her patience wearing thing, and the savagery of her true nature finally showing in Dawnbreak's eyes. "My daughter is not a murderer. She had no reason to harm Prince Nightcrawler. She didn’t kill him. She would never. Your accusations are baseless." Her lips quivered with a snarl herself and her throat still rumbled with aggression.
"She was the only one at the site. Being in the rainforest was suspicious in itself, but she was right there, standing in the front of Nightcrawler - the body." Queen Glory did not let her own nerves show. Though, on the tips of her wings she kept folded from the SandWings' view, were droplets of blue and black. Her tail began turning red and Dawnbreak thought if her scales could change, her anger would make her body redder than the smoldering pieces of the Island.
"And if she found it, why didn't she report it?"
"And if she killed him, why would she remain at the scene of the crime?" Six-Claws. Dawnbreak didn't like him, and she was ready to start snapping at anyone who tried to rival her grief at the moment.
Tunnel vision overtook her mind and her headpounded with anger when the SandWings refused to cease. Multiple times, Glory had to extend her wing to stop Dawnbreak from getting physical. Until Andhi cried out, in her own remorseful voice, her innocence. In her own, guilty voice, her innocence. 
Dawnbreak stood tense as they turned and left. On dutiful talons she watched them take to the air outside of the palace and leave the Rainforest entirely. When she came inside, she requested each of her children. Visionseeker stormed in, expecting her mother to ask her opinion on the next course of action, and going on a brief tangent before Queen Glory shook her head, signal enough for her to cease.
"I promised you," Dawnbreak began, "That I would keep you all safe. I couldn't keep that promise." Dawnbreak felt her eyes well up but she paused, blinked for a long moment.
"But I need you to remember that we have to protect our dragons. Your siblings."
Glory continued for her, "We're not charging into battle with SandWings. You know as well as I. I don't want to hear any discussion of revenge, I only want to hear you honor your brother." Even to her family, she furrowed her brow with an uplift chin. But she softened, for a moment, warmly looking into the eyes of each of her dragonets. "Please, protect each other. And don't leave Paradise if you need to leave the palace at all."
A chill went down each of their spines. They were dismissed. And Dawnbreak and Glory melted in each others arms. 
Their last clutch only reared one egg. Their youngest daughter was brought into the world to mothers with pained smiles. They loved Firefly, unconditionally of course, but they couldn't help but feel sore for the fact that she would never meet her oldest brother. Though, at least she didn't have to suffer the same loss that they had. Like the rest of her children, she promised to protect Firefly. 
And then came the SandWing deaths, laced with RainWing venom. Dawnbreak demanded to know if any of her children were involved, to which they quickly established their lack of involvement and distress at the news. Dawnbreaker hoped for the best - if there was a best in this situation - a rogue RainWing with a personal vendetta, rage, or quest for fear that didn't represent the whole of the tribe. Dawnbreaker expected the worst: a dragon intentionally smearing the relationship between these tribes. Glory's nerves bristled. She couldn't make an enemy with the SandWings. She couldn't destroy the peace her and her sister so meticulously fought for. Dawnbreak understood. And immediately started an investigation, looking for leads, sending Sir Deathbringer out to request those with information inform the palace staff. There were no leads. There was no particular individual responsible. It was frustrating, sending Glory to discuss the murders in which the Sandwings could not decipher who was responsible. In Glory's stead, she tagged along frequently to explain everything she knew to the SandWings. Which was nothing relevant. Thorn's scowl grew more and more sour.
The tension of the stronghold meetings grew thicker and thicker that Dawnbreak thought she might start suffocating again. Until the arrival of two SeaWing ambassadors come to try to assist in the fray. Wife to Queen Scylla, Queen Angler and Councilmember Euxinia arrived. Dawnbreak wondered if it were that obvious that the SandWings wanted to resort to war for these deaths. She held her tongue as Glory would have ripped hers out, but Dawnbreak couldn't help but wonder if SandWings simply looked for opportunities to go to war. An uncovered sneeze or a step on the tail would be enough to send Thorn into a fuming fury, in her opinion. Peace was discussed. Solutions were proposed. Treaties were drafted to establish peace and no ill will but neither side budged. The Rainforest Queens weren't looking to take blame for a crime they didn't commit and the SandWings wanted someone to blame.
Before it even felt like Dawnbreak could turn around, sit and breathe for just a moment, perhaps rest, Princess Khamsin was announced murdered. One of their councilmembers being seen on the body and admitted to the Rainforest tribe's plot for politically charged attacks on innocent SandWings. Dawnbreak's body stiffened. Her scales burned and smoke could have poured from her ears. The indignity she felt for a traitor among their ranks. But something itched at Dawnbreak's heart. It didn't sit right with her that Truthweaver would betray his tribe in this way. She knew him. She saw him grow up and have a family of his own who he loved until he disappeared, just to reappear with the confession of Khamsin's murder and her blood being on Dawnbreak and Glory's talons. But she could hardly question for long. 
Queen Andhi ascended onto the throne the same day the body was discovered. Dawnbreak grew to regret speaking ill of the impatience of the comparatively patient and understanding Queen Thorn. Rainforest dragons were forbidden from the desert so peace negotiations weren't even an opportunity anymore. Then came the attacks. The blazes of troops coming to set alight their peaceful home, after just getting its balance from the merging of the two tribes. The Rainforest was under attack. Her home was under attack. Dawnbreak and Glory were being called liars and now their queendom, their home, their family was at risk. 
The War of Old Vendettas was declared. And Queen Dawnbreak had to step up to protect her dragons from the threat of war.
The news of the war was quickly followed by the news that Princess Sunny had attempted to stand up to her sister first. Dawnbreak tightened when the news was brought up in the council, but her eyes immediately darted to Glory. Her face was frozen, her eyes wide, and her jaw dropped in the greatest show of emotion, utter devastation, she might have ever shown in public. And, for a moment, she simply couldn't compose herself. 
"I knew it," Glory said in private. "The moment they said Sunny challenged her. I knew--" She fell into Dawnbreak's wings. Her scales were drenched in the color blue and Dawnbreak simply knew how heavy her heart was. Glory's voice lowered, into almost a whimper, "But I hoped. She's always been a resourceful, everyone underestimated her in a fight but..." for half a moment, she wore a pained smile, "she always said she was hard to kill."
Dawnbreak and Glory had long nights discussing their plans on what to do. How to get their dragons ready for their first war. Their stomachs were twisted, however, thinking of how two family members were already too many to bear the loss of for this war. Dawnbreak's plans solidified beyond defense. Among dragons like Captain Mangrove, the Rainforest set ambushes and traps for the SandWings to fall into when they came to attack. Their offensive attacks brought about more aggression from the SandWings. Dawnbreaker and Glory fought on the frontlines alongside their dragons, unwilling to be a Queen who claimed to win Battles behind a protective screen that masked her lies.
Sir Deathbringer had sat in on many of their discussions of war, listening intently and offering his strategies. His assassin nature shown through in a way that unsettled Dawnbreak. Afterall, he simply seemed to be the perfect NightWings her parents always wanted her to be. He was calculative, always analyzing her, and confident. So confident, in fact, he went against orders not to step foot in the desert until they had a true plan. Deathbringer's second unsuccessful assassination resulted in his death. It was announced without triumph, without a glorious battle to honor him. He had died attempting to kill Andhi, but was found by a guard and swiftly overpowered and killed quietly. His body couldn't have even been returned. He was left out for the vultures. 
When Glory was captured, a few handfuls of battles later, Dawnbreak was said to have lost her color. The seconds were as long as years every moment she was without Glory. She was her right wing and Dawnbreak was her left. They had hardly been apart since Dawnbreak left Renessance to begin with. Glory's execution was heard throughout the continent, in part due to Dawnbreak's agonizing cries of fury and pain. Her own children hardly recognized her. Never had such wrath been seen from the jovial NightWing Queen. 
All at once, everything seemed to have fallen out of her control. Her eldest daughter, Visionseeker, rose to take her mother's place, as it was a title that Dawnbreak married for. She looked to Visionseeker, as well as her remaining dragonets, and dipped her head in respect, once she had herself under control. She took Visionseeker's orders, not thinking clearly, but rash and furious. She lead her dragons into wreckless battle on Queen Visionseeker's command. She believed in her own noble pursuit. To avenge Glory's name. To avenge the Rainforest's integrity. She didn't realize until later how her rushed battle strategies were getting more dragons killed. More dragons torn apart. Every gash in her side and nick in her scales brought her back to the hopeless situation of the Island. She prayed for paradise and she was in a unique kind of hell once again. She looked to her daughter, wondering if she even considered requesting a truce. But the deaths of her dragons was fuel for the fire. Dragons that Dawnbreak failed to protect. Dawnbreak, now an ex-queen, has no place to second guess the queen. Though her gaze, as a mother, pained and struggling to keep her tribe's morale up, begged that Visionseeker had an answer, some alternative, to the bloodshed. 
Moonwatcher, Dawnbreak's friend, retired from her position shortly after Queen Glory died. Her apprentice, a strange NightWing related to her old princess, took the role and she found herself being observed by the calculating eyes of Whitefeather. Her scales crawled but Visionseeker had absolute faith in her abilities. Dawnbreak didn't have the heart to doubt her daughter.
Dawnbreak's sensitive heart watched the original RainWing capital go up in smoke due to the creative attack including explosives from the SandWings. Canopy, the city that welcomed Glory and taught her about her own culture, was destroyed. 73 dragons died and Dawnbreak checked in upon the 26 injured herself. The only thing that put her mind to any sort of comfort was the lovely adoption of a curious SkyWing hybrid her son had adopted, the new apprentice to the seer, Turnstone, by her son Potoo. 
Another friend was killed, Captain Mangrove, protecting her daughter in combat. Soon, dragons who weren't even in these tribes began falling at the hand of combat. MudWings and SkyWings died in conflict between SandWings and Rainforest dragons, resulting in the attention of Queen Everglade and Queen Quail's piercing eyes turning their head to the battles. Until they invite the Queens Visionseeker and Andhi to Quail's Queendom for discussions of peace. Dawnbreak attended, acquaintance of these queens, as a guard. She simply did not trust Andhi to keep her composure during talks of peace and the idea of leaving her in a room with the blood thirsty dragoness made Dawnbreak involuntarily hiss. Though, Visionseeker wasn't exactly the most peaceful of dragons either, to be completely fair, and a mother simply wanted to keep an eye on her passionate daughter.
To Dawnbreak's relief, for the first time in years, a meeting of peace, a set of ambassadors, and a wholesome intention, finally got through to those with crowns so dense they must have blocked out their thoughts from coming across clearly. Andhi and Visionseeker finally agreed upon a peace treaty. The war had gone on long enough and more corpses would not bring back their dead loved ones. Quail and Everglade had brought the conflict to an end, but not before it felt as though Dawnbreak lost pieces of her soul. 
The first time she smiled since then was the marriage of Queen Visionseeker and Sage. Despite the fact that Glory was not there to experience it with them, it simply made her glow to consider that peace was an option for the Rainforest again. The SkyWing ambassador, Fulu, is a reminder of this. A dragon come to discuss matters of peace with her dragons in a circumstances where, after knowing what the anticipation of loss feals like, she felt as though no one was in danger. 
The Rainforest, damaged, but still strong and thriving, began to find itself back into the rhythm of the trees again. Dragons trained for war were finally able to rest and spend time with their loved ones, sunbathing and picking fruit from the trees without having to ration their resources. They found themselves settling back into place. Yet, Dawnbreak felt out of place, once again. Her home in the palace was warm, as always. She loved her children was relieved to have no more of her dragonets die. She thanked the dragons who had kept them that way every day. But when she went to sleep, Glory's side of their nest was cold and empty. When Dawnbreak awoke in the middle of the night, dreams of lava and barbs of poison crashing down on her, she reached for her wife's warm scales to hold onto but found emptiness instead. 
Despite this, she didn't lose her cheerful smile and laugh when she acted as the head of the royal guard again. Even when she found her grandson leaving his post as the apprentice to Whitefeather, replaced by a dragon called Clandestine, Dawnbreak tried to react to each coming situation with the familiar grin and wisecrack the Rainforest tribes had grown to appreciate.
Though when she rests, when she's alone, she finds it difficult to hold herself together. She makes a point, then, to stay in good company. Constantly barging in on her dragonets, regardless of their maturity, to check in on them and make sure they're well. Constantly observing the streets of Paradise to make sue no one in the city needs her help. 
Especially the Moonglobe Tree. Which she visits daily with a flower for her wife. The tree was given a plaque, engraved with a glimmering silver. In intricate carving, it reads:
To the Memory of Queen Glory Dragonet of Destiny Savior of the NightWingsThe First Queen and unifier of the Rainforest Tribe Cherished sister, dear mother, beloved wife All hail Queen Glory! 
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